Gideon lowered himself to her and whispered in her ear, “Not until you tell me you want me as much as I want you, and you’ll honor the proposition I put to you last night,” he said, nipping at her ear.
He knew he was using sex as a weapon, but he didn’t care. At this very moment, his only desire was that she honor her pledge to give a relationship between them a real go. The idea of not having her in his life was unimaginable. And even though they’d known each other for less than 24 hours, he’d never had such a powerful connection to a woman – especially sexually. She was like some kind of dope; the kind you took and were instantly hooked on.
“Yes. Yes, I want you. Oh God I want you so,” she said, lifting her hips to his. T
“And?” he said.
“Gideon please,” Tara begged.
“Tara please,” he responded.
“Yes I’ll keep my word. I want to explore a relationship with …”
Before she could finish the sentence, he took her.
“Who can that be this early in the morning?” Tara grumbled as she reached for her robe. It was barely past 7:00 and Gideon had a key. She peered through the peephole in the door. She didn’t recognize the petite blonde who stood there, but she didn’t look threatening, so Tara opened the door, keeping the safety lock on.
“Yes, may I help you?” she asked.
“Are you Tara? Tara Nelson?” the woman asked.
“Yes. Who are you?” Tara asked, wondering who this woman could be, how she knew her name and why she was ringing her doorbell at such an ungodly hour – at least for her.
“I’m Linda; Gideon’s wife. May I come in?”