Bared by Him (14 page)

Physically, Laura may have been too pure for him, too good for the ways he needed
to take a woman.

Ivy fed his soul. Her hurt meshed with his. Covered his. Her body’s hunger both stimulated
and appeased him. She was his … pair. His mate. The very first woman he’d claimed.

He felt bound to her, and knew that she was bound to him, by something beyond the
physical, beyond this plane. This was why she was here. Why he would not let her leave
his damn bed, unless she was taking him with her.

He covered her lips with his once more, never having been surer of anything in his
life than what he felt for her. She shuddered, leaning against him in sensual invitation,
which made him groan. “Let’s ask your doctors how soon, baby. And then, nothing on
this earth will keep me from having you.”

She leaned back on the pillow, and her breasts rose and fell on each breath, as though
his words had aroused her even more. “He said tomorrow, Cade.”

“Please don’t fuck with me now, Ivy.”

“I promise you. He said tomorrow. But he doesn’t know us, Cade. He doesn’t know
us
 … that we need this so much. That we burn so much.”

She fingered her pussy with her hand, one light, feathery stroke, and for the effect
it had on him, she might have been stroking her tongue all over his balls.

Burning inside his skin, he bent over her and skimmed his hands along her body, looking
at her nipples, wanting to devour her with every inch of his mouth, throbbing to sear
himself to her and become one. Just one. He bent to her ear while lightly, very lightly,
passing a hand over her breast.

“Pretend I’m kissing these beauties, because that’s all I want to do.” He licked around
the shell of her ear, losing a fraction of his control when she let out a breathy
moan. “I want to lick them like your ear. They’re the prettiest nipples I’ve ever
seen. The loveliest breasts I’ve ever seen. I’m dying to watch them bounce all over
me when you straddle me.”

Her eyes watered. “You can watch them now while you fuck me.”

He slid his hands down her hips, around her thighs, and then, to search between those
little rose petals inside her labia. “Promise me not to move a single muscle, baby.
Promise me you’re going to let me do all the work?”

She grew breathless as his fingers stroked. “I promise you.”

“Where will your hands be?”

“Wherever you tell me.”

He could hear the slick sounds of his fingers sliding along her slit, up to the tight
nub above. “Wherever it doesn’t hurt.”

“As long as I don’t move them fast it doesn’t hurt, and I need to touch you. To feel
you.”

Suddenly desperate, he jerked off his shirt and his pants, and once naked, eased his
body over hers, her bare legs deliciously entangled with his, their abdomens warm
where they touched. She set her hands on his shoulders as he continued caressing beneath
her thighs, and he felt like he’d just come back to life when she rubbed his shoulders,
her touch combined with her pussy juices combined with her moans combined with the
look in her eyes were about the most provocative things in his life.

“Ivy,” he groaned.

“Cade.”

He grazed his thumb over her clit and Ivy flung her head back with a strangled sob.
Her wetness seeped around his finger, and if he weren’t about to take her to heaven,
he would have traded his soul with a much lesser being just to be able to push inside
her again. To feel her all around him.

“You’ve never been this swollen,” he said roughly, bending to lick his tongue across
her lips. Slick and hot, her pussy was more than ready for him, and he didn’t make
her wait. Not her. Not him.

It wasn’t physical, what they needed, but far deeper.

He wedged his hips between her legs, both their breathing ragged but somehow synchronized,
and yet rather than kiss her, Cade carefully kept an eye on her expression to make
sure he wasn’t hurting her. The way she looked would be permanently imprinted in his
mind as he buried himself inside her; her face tightened, her eyes flared, her pink
mouth parted open …

She gasped, and then her eyes drifted shut as she grimaced with pleasure. “
Oooh, Cade
 … Always so hard for me,
Cade
.”

He gritted his teeth at the milking sensation of her vagina, his cock pulsing violently
within her, already jerking with come.

“Argh! Don’t move, Ivy, or I’ll lose it.”

“Cade,” she groaned, tossing her head, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“It feels too good.”

“Baby, stay still and
let me
.”

He pulled out, cursing the pleasure, knowing he wasn’t going to last. He added his
middle finger into her sheath, watching her eyes glaze over as she parted her thighs
wider. When he added his thumb and she tossed her head again side to side, he slowly
withdrew his hand and eased his cock back in, the air hissing from his teeth as her
snug grip grabbed and dragged him in deeper.

Her panting breasts made his mouth salivate, the heavy-lidded look in her eyes as
he buried himself inside her pushing him to the brink, especially when her hips started
rocking.

He groaned. “God, what did I tell you, Ivy?”

She was past listening, her hands fisted on the sheets at her sides, her hips swinging
up and down, round and round, her eyes sealed shut, her head rolling side to side
as her breaths tore out of her chest and she started moaning, provoking him with every
jab of her hips. Pleasure slapped him from all over the place, splitting him apart.

He braced himself up on his arms and delved all the way inside and let her do the
rest, and holy mother of God, white-hot arrows of ecstasy shot through his bloodstream
with every ripple of her pussy, milking the come out of his cock.

The instant Ivy convulsed beneath him with a cry of passion, Cade gathered her gently
to his body, every inch of him trying not to hurt her, but her clutching vagina walls
dragged his cock deep, so deep, into her pleasure, that his head rolled back as he
spurted inside her uncontrollably, moaning out her name, shuddering like crazy with
her.

Epilogue

Ivy listened to the sounds of male laughter outside the bedroom, unable to stop the
smile that stretched on her lips. She could hear Cade’s friends moving to and fro,
and she could hear … Cade. His growling laugh. His happiness.

A sigh worked its way up her chest, and she swung her legs up behind her on the bed
and adjusted her laptop screen, typing some last-minute changes to a new design.

She’d moved in with Cade this past month, and she’d also started a Web site design
business that would enable her to put in a lot of hours at the foundation, while at
the same time, allow her do what she loved and work from home. The steady donations
coming in from Cade’s billion-dollar consumer financing business were more than keeping
the foundation alive and thriving, and Ivy had always had an eye for design.

Outside the door, Genghis scraped his nails on the wood, and Ivy rose to let him in.
He brought a rolled-up message in his mouth, and dropped it immediately at her feet.
It said, in Cade’s messy handwriting,
One more hour and I’m yours.

Her insides warmed in anticipation, and before she thought better of it, she took
off her panties and gave them to Genghis. “To Cade. Only to Cade, all right?”

She scratched him behind the ears before she opened the door and Genghis raced outside,
then she closed the door and covered her mouth, her pulse jumping. Oh, dear God, what
had she become?

The noises outside continued for another hour, well past midnight. By the time they
receded, Ivy had closed her laptop, removed Cade’s T-shirt, and slid naked into bed.
They’d been sleeping naked, and now it felt strange to have anything against her other
than Cade’s skin.

She dozed off to sleep, then heard the door open and Genghis plop down with a big
sigh by the window. Ivy was groggy, but Cade’s autumn scent seeped into her lungs,
and she waited eagerly for him to slide under the sheets with her.

Cool air stole under the covers as he did. “Come here, baby,” he rasped, the mattress
screeching as he got settled.

She slid over his outstretched arm until his heat scorched her skin and her pussy
watered and her breasts ached and her breathing went haywire and her heart melted
because its owner lay right here, right here, with her.

He kissed her lips in the dark and stroked his hand over the new soft hairs at her
scalp. “How’s the Web site, did you finish?”

“I just … tweaked it. It looks good.” Her voice was craggy. “Did you win?”

He skimmed one large, warm palm up her side. “Yeah. A pair of women’s panties. Would
you like them?”

Delayed embarrassment made her cheeks heat. He chuckled softly, and his shoulders
bunched as he bent to nip and tug her lower lip. When it stung between his teeth and
she moaned softly, he eased his damp tongue over it, his voice thick with arousal.
“Danny busted us all tonight. But then he’s probably spending it on that wedding of
the century he and Monica are planning…”

Their mouths fused, their tongues tangled, and when he pressed his full weight into
her, she could feel his throbbing length pulsing with wet heat against her abdomen.

Relaxed with sleep, she let him immediately splay her legs wide open beneath him.
Since she’d teased him with her panties and he was hard and pulsing hot already, she
sighed when he filled her up with a powerful thrust.

“Yes,” she gasped, the heat of his penetration shooting arrows of pleasure through
her bloodstream.

“Christ.”

With a harsh growl, he propped himself up on his arms, and suddenly his every effort
seemed concentrated on his hips and the powerful slide of his cock into her snug grip.

Ivy was awash with pleasure, her every cell attuned to him and only him. Nothing else
existed. He was powerful, rippling with tension, and fucking her so slowly it drove
her mad.

“Cade, oh, God, yes.”

He lifted himself up higher, angling his hips so he’d graze her clit as he stroked
and she shuddered, the stimulation delicious, poising her orgasm at the very top of
that pearly nub.

She rolled her head and gasped. “I’m there already, God, I’m there.”

“Jesus, I love you, Ivy. I love you so much.” He started pumping harder, gaining momentum,
then suddenly he rolled over, bringing her with him. And she was straddling him. So
ready to come. Quivering down to her bones.

She bit her lip, unable to keep her eyes open, and her head fell back, her throat
too weak to hold it upright. She rocked her hips on top of him in violent little circles,
moving fast, searching for her release, that instant of pure, white pleasure.

His hands fluttered up her stomach and grabbed the small cones of her little breasts.
“Beautiful.”

She cried when he pinched her nipples, then rolled them between his thumb and forefinger,
having never felt so beautiful.

He sat up and gently licked the scars beneath, growling proprietarily. “Mine.” He
licked the other. “Mine.” He rolled her down beneath him again, pinning her arms up.
“All. Mine.”

He laced their hands together, palm to palm, where they each wore two tattooed bands
around both their wrists. They had gotten them a week ago, and Ivy had Cade’s name
written in hers, while he had her name written in his—forever, and ever, they were
bound to each other.

Red Garnier loves a good book and a great romance. Nothing brings a smile to her face
faster than a happily-ever-after, especially one she gets to pen down. Red is living
her deepest, most cherished dream today, thanks to a bit of luck, a lot of work, and
a lot of support. She is a happy wife, a cherished mother, and a full-time writer.
You can visit her website at
www.redgarnier.com
to find out more about her and her upcoming books.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed
in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.