“Not about him. Tell me about work.

“Not about him. Tell me about work.”
“Eva …”
I felt the tension in his body, the strain of concern and worry, so I explained. “I just want to close my eyes for a minute and feel you. Smell you. Hear you. I need to just soak you in for a minute, and then I’ll be okay.”
His hands rubbed up and down my back, his chin resting on the top of my head. “We’re going away. Soon. For at least a week, although I’d prefer two. I was thinking we might go back to Crosswinds. Spend the time naked and lazy—”
“You’re never lazy. Especially when you’re naked.”
“Especially when you’re naked,” he corrected, nuzzling me. “But I’ve never had you that way for an entire week. You could wear me out.”
“I doubt that’s possible, fiend. But I’m willing to try my best.”
“It won’t be our honeymoon, per se. I want a month for that.”
“A month!” I pulled back and looked at him, my mood lifting. “The entire economy of New York could collapse if you’re out of the game that long.”
He cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing over my brow. “I think my highly capable team can manage a few weeks without me.”
I caught his wrist and let a little of my anxiety out. “I couldn’t manage it. I need you too much.”
“Eva.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue teasing them open.
Gripping his nape in my hand, I held him still while I deepened the kiss. Fell into it. He pulled me closer, lifting me onto my tiptoes. His head tilted, tightening the seal until every breath was shared, every moan and whimper.
I gasped when we broke for air. “When will you be home?”
“When you want me there.”
“That would be when your day is done. You’ve lost enough time over me today.” I smoothed his perfectly placed tie. “You weren’t just spying on me this afternoon. You knew my lunch with Brett was going to go south.”
“It was a possibility.”
“The spying? Or the heading south?”
He shot me a look. “You’re not going to give me a hard time about being there for you. You would’ve done the same had the situation been reversed.”
“How did you know what he wanted?” Was the video’s existence eating at him, too? What I’d done and who I’d been before?
“I know he’s getting pressure from Christopher, who’s also putting pressure on the rest of the band.”
“Why? To get to you?”
“In part. You’re not just some random hot blonde. You’re Eva Tramell and you’re news.”
“Maybe I should dye my hair. Get rid of the ‘Golden.’ How about red?” I couldn’t go brunette, not with Gideon’s history of dark-haired women. It would kill me to look in the mirror every day.
His face shuttered, closed up like a steel trap even though nothing else about him gave away any tension. I got a tingle at the back of my neck, a prickling warning that something had shifted.
“Don’t like the idea?” I prodded, abruptly reminded of a redhead from his past—Dr. Anne Lucas.
“I like you just the way you are. That said, if you want a change, I won’t object. It’s your body, your right. But don’t do it just because of them.”
“Would you still want me?”
The tightness around his mouth eased, the inflexibility on his face fading away nearly as swiftly as it had appeared. “Would you still want me if I had red hair?”
“Hmm.” I tapped my chin with my finger, pretending to contemplate the change. “Maybe we should stick with what we’ve got.”
Gideon kissed my forehead. “That’s what I signed up for.”
“You also signed up for letting me have my way with you tonight.”
“Name the time and place.”
“Eight o’clock? Your apartment on the Upper West Side?”
"Our apartement." He kissed me softly. "I'll be there.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Bukan tentang dia. Ceritakan tentang pekerjaan.""Eva..."Aku merasakan ketegangan dalam tubuh-Nya, strain keprihatinan dan khawatir, jadi saya menjelaskan. "Aku hanya ingin memejamkan mata selama satu menit dan merasakan Anda. Bau Anda. Mendengar Anda. Saya perlu untuk hanya rendam Anda dalam selama satu menit, dan kemudian aku akan baik-baik saja."Tangannya digosok atas dan ke bawah punggung, dagu beristirahat di atas kepalaku. "Kita akan pergi. Segera. Selama setidaknya satu minggu, meskipun saya lebih suka dua. Aku berpikir kita mungkin kembali ke Crosswinds. Menghabiskan waktu telanjang dan malas — ""Kau tidak pernah malas. Terutama bila Anda telanjang.""Terutama bila Anda telanjang," ia mengoreksi, nuzzling saya. "Tapi aku belum pernah Anda seperti itu selama satu minggu. Anda bisa memakai saya.""Saya ragu itu mungkin, Iblis. "Tetapi aku bersedia untuk mencoba yang terbaik.""Ini tidak akan bulan madu kami, per se. Saya ingin sebulan untuk itu.""Sebulan!" Aku menarik kembali dan memandang saya mengangkat suasana hati. "Seluruh perekonomian New York bisa runtuh jika Anda keluar dari permainan yang lama."Dia menangkupkan kedua sisi wajah saya, ibu jari menyikat atas alis saya. "Saya pikir tim sangat mampu saya dapat mengelola beberapa minggu tanpa aku."Aku menangkap pergelangan tangannya dan membiarkan sedikit kecemasan saya keluar. "Saya tidak bisa mengelola itu. Saya perlu Anda terlalu banyak.""Eva." Dia menurunkan kepalanya dan ditekan bibirnya tambang, lidahnya menggoda mereka terbuka.Mencengkeram nya tengkuk di tanganku, aku memeluknya masih sementara aku memperdalam ciuman. Jatuh ke dalamnya. Ia menarikku lebih dekat, mengangkat saya ke berjinjit saya. Kepalanya miring, mengencangkan meterai sampai setiap napas bersama, setiap erangan dan merintih.Aku terkesiap ketika kita untuk udara. "Kapan kau akan pulang?""Kapan kau ingin aku ada.""Itu akan menjadi saat hari Anda dilakukan. Anda telah kehilangan cukup waktu atas diriku hari ini." Saya licin dasi sempurna ditempatkan. "Anda tidak hanya memata-matai saya sore ini. Anda tahu saya makan siang dengan Brett akan pergi ke Selatan.""Itu adalah kemungkinan.""Mata-mata? Atau menuju Selatan?Dia menembak saya lihat. "Anda tidak akan memberi saya waktu yang sulit tentang berada di sana untuk Anda. Anda akan telah melakukan hal yang sama situasi telah terbalik. ""Bagaimana Apakah Anda tahu apa yang ia inginkan?" Keberadaan video makan, juga? Apa yang telah dilakukan dan yang telah sebelumnya?"Aku tahu dia mendapatkan tekanan dari Christopher, yang juga adalah meletakkan tekanan pada sisa band.""Kenapa? Untuk mendapatkan Anda?""Di bagian. Anda tidak hanya beberapa acak panas pirang. Kau Eva Tramell dan Anda sedang berita. ""Mungkin aku harus pewarna rambut saya. Menyingkirkan 'Golden.' Bagaimana tentang merah?" Aku tidak bisa pergi brunette, tidak dengan Gideon sejarah perempuan berambut gelap. Itu akan membunuh saya untuk melihat di cermin setiap hari.Wajahnya tertutup, ditutup naik seperti baja perangkap meskipun tidak ada yang lain tentang dia menyerahkan ketegangan. Aku punya menggelitik bagian belakang leher saya, prickling peringatan bahwa sesuatu telah bergeser.“Don’t like the idea?” I prodded, abruptly reminded of a redhead from his past—Dr. Anne Lucas.“I like you just the way you are. That said, if you want a change, I won’t object. It’s your body, your right. But don’t do it just because of them.”“Would you still want me?”The tightness around his mouth eased, the inflexibility on his face fading away nearly as swiftly as it had appeared. “Would you still want me if I had red hair?”“Hmm.” I tapped my chin with my finger, pretending to contemplate the change. “Maybe we should stick with what we’ve got.”Gideon kissed my forehead. “That’s what I signed up for.”“You also signed up for letting me have my way with you tonight.”“Name the time and place.”“Eight o’clock? Your apartment on the Upper West Side?”"Our apartement." He kissed me softly. "I'll be there.