Bared by Him (7 page)

She observed as he glanced at his watch, all impatient, and so adorable her vagina
clenched painfully tight.

Finally, she watched him get up, and out of the corner of her eye, she became excruciatingly
aware that he came over, a few heartbeats later she felt his hands curl around her
hips possessively. He drew her closer until the force of his chest was palpable against
her back. “Can we leave now?”

His voice was low and velvety, a decibel away from shattering her to pieces. It brought
forth memories of him whispering other kinds of words to her last night.

She’d never known a need so powerful, so consuming. She ached to lick his lips, feel
the strength in his muscles bulging under her fingertips. Taste his flesh, his male
parts, every hot and hard inch of him.

Normally she stayed at these events until the very end, but tonight she found that
she couldn’t concentrate. Didn’t want anything but … him.

So she nodded.

Chapter Four

He’d arrived in another Bentley, one with polarized windows, including the one that
separated them from the driver. Cade slid in after her, and when the car eased into
traffic, he engulfed her in his arms and started kissing her.

Ivy pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his slacks and slid her fingers up his
smooth chest, feeling his hard stomach rise and fall on each breath. He spoke in her
ear, his breath moist and hot, his textured voice just about the sexiest thing she’d
ever heard. “I ordered a complete farmful of veggies for your breakfast tomorrow.
And for the weekend as well. I’d like to spend it with you.”

She nodded, breathless with desire. “Yes,” she said, and he closed his mouth over
hers.

She felt like cotton against his chest, his drugging kiss, no more aware that people
walked past, car motors hummed, for her, there was only Cade. His mouth burning, his
tongue thrusting hotly into her.

She shivered when he pulled her onto his lap, her hands grasping the dark locks of
his hair as he dipped his head and spread her silk buttoned shirt open so her heated
skin could receive his kisses.

Ivy’s body puddled under his mouth. They weren’t just any kisses he gave her. They
were open-mouthed, dripping wet kisses. His greedy tongue swiped and tasted the path
down her throat, between her breasts, where he circled one nipple through the fabric
of her bra with his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, lace and everything.

Ivy whimpered helplessly when his thick hand slipped past the waistband of her skirt
and cupped her sex. He squeezed, rubbed, then eased under her panties and penetrated
her with his middle finger.

She drowned in the taste of his intense kisses and moaned her pleasure into his mouth,
mindless with lust, his blazing thirst calling to her own. It made her want him more,
more than anything, anyone. Intensely, desperately, she felt so pained, she felt alive
and female.

A flash of heat lashed through her when that thick, long finger slid deeper inside
her and slowly began to fuck her. Juices spilled out of her like flowing rivers. His
finger felt so good, stroking inside her.

Her hands raked down his arms as soft, helpless whimpers trembled on her lips. “Oh,
God, Cade, you know just
how
 … just
where
 … oh, God.” A hot, dizzying fever had taken hold of her. A mass of energy was coiling
within her womb, and yet it felt tight, compact, needing him to loosen and let go.

She reached beneath his splayed thighs and, after fumbling with his belt, buttons,
and zipper, she parted his pants and delved under his cotton underwear, finding him
throbbing and hard and so big her mouth watered. She couldn’t even close her fist
around all his pulsing flesh. He thrummed in her hand, and as she kissed his mouth
with frenzied moans, she started working him. The muscles in his face contracted when
she stroked him up and down, up and down. His hips gyrated and a drop of moisture
beaded at the crown of his cock.

He groaned, a deep, ragged sound that spilled into her mouth and set her pussy on
fire.

“I want you bad, Ivy,” he whispered huskily, pulling her shirt off and tossing it
aside. “All day, I’ve wanted you.” He tangled his hand into her hair and then swept
down to kiss her skin, everywhere he could touch. He eased her off him as he ducked,
and his tongue rimmed a circle around her belly button, then twirled lower and stopped
at the waistband of her skirt. Coming from the opposite direction, his fingers slid
up her bare thighs and stole under the fabric, stroking her soaked entry through her
underwear.

She watched him through heavy lashes, unable to miss the heated look on his face when
he discovered her so wet. She squirmed against his grazing fingertips, her sex hot
and throbbing. He withdrew, all of a sudden, and fell down on the long seat until
he was lying on his back across the length, his broad chest expanding on each haggard
breath.

“Sit on my face.”

She protested with a small sound, but his hand tightened on her waist and he easily
began dragging her up his torso. She could hear the scrape of her wet panties against
the fabric of his shirt.

“Come. Sit on my face, please.”

Her bare legs parted of their own volition, so widely, they ended up around his face
and all of her weight was on top of him.

“Cade … I…”

He silenced her with his mouth, his tongue, his lips. Hot and burning, he teased the
entry of her sheath, holding her panties aside as he stroked her with his tongue.
His toe-curling groan vibrated against her pussy lips as he plunged decisively inside.

His mouth was so hot and so sweet, gentle, but voracious. He palmed her ass and pressed
her down against his hard jaw, his mouth moving, sucking her with a lusty growl.

Just to know that he was down there, basically feeding himself from her, sent her
on edge. Winged sensations whipped her into a frenzy. She rocked her pelvis against
him and cried out as cars rushed by the window at dizzying speeds.

She came with his name, drowning in lava, in passion, in his
kiss,
and when he slid out panting from under her, his mouth was beautifully pink and swollen,
and his eyes smoldered so hot on her face, she felt branded.

His big hand cupped her nape as he brought her lips to his, making her taste her pleasure
from his mouth. “I’ve waited all night to debauch you like this. Make your lips swell
red and get your hair undone. Fuck you with every part of me.”

She drenched her panties again, adrift in this need of him, her nerves ragged from
the pleasure still screaming for more.
“Fuck me, Cade.”

His eyes flicked immediately to the compartment shielding them from the driver, then
out the window where his building loomed in the distance, and his face tightened.
He bent to lift her blouse, his hands shaking as he handed it over, his voice barely
intelligible.

“In five minutes. Put this on, Ivy.”

He fucked her mouth with his tongue in the elevator. Then they were in his penthouse,
and he was all over her, his mouth slanting over hers, his hands fumbling with his
clothes.

He jerked off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere and landing on the floor with little
clicks. Ivy kicked off her skirt, and Cade caught her in the middle of the room and
threw her down on the sofa, tearing off her panties.

She cried out as piercing arousal ripped through her insides, and then she caught
his earlobe between her teeth and shuddered when he pinned her arms up and held her
still as he thrust inside her. She screamed, creaming all over him. Every solid dive
of the thick, stiffened muscle of his cock felt delicious, hot, filling …

She curved her spine to shove her hips closer to his. “Cade.”

“You like that? Do you?” He rammed into her so hard her teeth knocked and she mewed
and dug her fingers into the back of his hands.

“Yes. Oh, God. Cade.”

His eyes fell to the hickey he’d left on her neck yesterday, and he dove and suckled
her once more, his fingers tightly laced through hers, his palms engulfing her own.

The rhythm he set shot ripples of ecstasy through her tattered nerve endings as he
buried his cock inside her, again and again, fast first, and near the end, painstakingly
slow.

He felt so good, so strong with every slow, slow penetrating thrust, every fiery sensation
traveled through her body in a shock wave of pleasure. She felt impaled down to her
soul.

When they were both panting and sweating and quaking for release, he plunged down
to his balls and up to her blazing core. He remained there for seconds at a time,
pulsing in wet heat, deep, so deep inside her that her eyes blurred with tears of
ecstasy. When he dragged back out completely, Ivy mewed, the aching void in her pussy
throbbing for him. Her vagina flared and rippled and ached at every one of his minute
absences, and a shot of pure bliss tore through her when he thrust again, filling
her, stretching her open to him.

He was so lost in the pleasure of his thrust, they were both so utterly lost in each
other, they no longer spoke, but the sounds of their pleasure echoed in the room,
their breathing broken only by their moans, Cade’s body so completely possessing her,
so completely overpowering her, Ivy was the first to break in orgasm.

She sought his kiss, shuddering as she felt his mouth covering hers, penetrating her
with what he could. Her tremors started subsiding, and he tore his mouth away and
flipped her around, entering her pussy while it still rippled from behind.

He impaled her even harder in that position, dragging her up on all fours, and Ivy
hadn’t realized she could climax so many times. Pleasure like this had never existed
in her mind. Pleasure so dark and deep, it bordered on pain, on beautiful, all-consuming
pain. He latched onto her hickey with his lips, grazing it with his teeth, gently
suckling it back into the blazing heat of his mouth.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

Their bodies were in perfect synchrony, their gasps and groans spoke more than words.
Cade slid his hand down her abdomen and thumbed the nub of her clit with slow, easy
strokes, and the pleasure hit her from all sides, exploding through her in a massive
orgasm. She cried out for him,
“Cade!”

He intensified his strokes with both his cock and his fingers in her pussy, growling
into her ear, “I want to come inside you.”

“You can! I’m protected!” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he pinched
her clit and surprisingly pushed her to another explosive orgasm. “Come inside me.
Come inside me, Cade!”

“Ah,
God
.”

His fingers clenched in her pussy, striving to keep the rhythm as he broke out in
a hard, loud orgasm. His breath tore out of him, a warm, sweet blast at her nape as
he continued riding her, prolonging their pleasure to levels beyond her understanding.
Ivy was so loose, so wet, and so primed, she came again for him as ecstasy knifed
through her at each of the four times his cock spurted and jerked deliciously hot
inside of her.

They lay in an almost comatose state for probably an hour, panting and entangled,
occasionally kissing, slowly at first, with gratitude, and then, a particularly long,
languorous kiss once more rekindled them like wildfire.

After they’d fucked a third time on the carpet, Cade carried her tiredly to his bed.
Ivy lay on her side, every inch of her body sore and aware of him—of his body, curled
against her backside. The press of his lips against the nape of her neck, barely there.
His warm breath stirring the hair there. His smell of autumn, earthy and warm. The
heat that emanated from his body. The curve of his arm around her waist, his large
male body spooning the back of her smaller frame.

His chest rose and fell against her, and she felt safe, so safe, for a moment she
forgot that for the past few months, she had been so scared.

No one had ever made her feel so protected, but tonight, this night, it was as if
nothing could touch her but this man whose caress she wanted more than anything. And
for the first time in months, Ivy Summers could sleep.

*   *   *

Cade woke up to the sound of the doorbell. Groggily, he sat up in bed and glared at
the clock. Nine a.m. He hadn’t planned to appear in his office today, and since he
was the boss, everyone could just as well screw it. Still, he couldn’t imagine who
would ever visit him. People usually knew better than to annoy him.

He turned to Ivy, blond hair tangled all over her head, her arms draped over her pillow,
and that strange emotion in his chest came back with a vengeance.

He impulsively kissed her forehead, then he slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and
padded down the hall to open the door.

“Ever heard of charging your phone?”

Cade scowled at Luke Preston, a good friend, and a damn handful. Not to mention, he
always had a mouthful of shit to say.

“What the fuck do you want, Preston?” He moved to his kitchen to put on some coffee
while Luke invited himself inside and shut the door, his diamond earrings glinting
in the morning light.

Cade turned on his cappuccino machine. He could hire people to do this shit, but their
presence disturbed him. He was not a big people person. “If I didn’t take your call,
asshole, then I sure as hell am less inclined to take your visit,” he told Luke past
his shoulder.

His friend was surveying his kitchen as if for clues. “We’ve been speculating on the
reason you missed poker night for the first time in, oh, roughly ten years.”

“Speculate away.”

“There’s money involved.”

Cade cocked a brow. “How much?”

“A hundred K. Daniel says you were at work. Graves says you can’t stand my fuckface
anymore. And I say…” He peered in the direction of the hall, where all was still and
quiet, then nodded at the basket full of fresh vegetables on the center of the kitchen
island. “
I
say you finally broke your ten-year celibacy streak and were fucking. So. Am I right
or am I right?”