Bared to You

"You're wet for me," he murmured, his gaze sliding down my body to where he was parting me with his fingers. "You're beautiful here, too. Plush and pink. So soft. You didn't wax today, did you?"

I shook my head.

"Thank God. I don't think I would've made it ten minutes without touching you, let alone ten hours." He slid one finger carefully into me.

My eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out na**d and fingered by a man whose familiarity with the rules of Brazilian waxing betrayed an intimate knowledge of women. A man who was still fully clothed and kneeling on the floor beside me.

"You're so snug." Gideon pulled out and thrust gently back into me. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around him. "And so greedy. How long has it been since the last time you were f**ked?"

I swallowed hard. "I've been busy. My thesis, job-hunting, moving..."

"A while, then." He pulled out and pushed back into me with two fingers. I couldn't hold back a moan of delight. The man had talented hands, confident and skilled, and he took what he wanted with them.

"Are you on birth control, Eva?"

"Yes." My hands gripped the edges of the cushions. "Of course."

"I'll prove I'm clean and you'll do the same, then you're going to let me come in you."

"Jesus, Gideon." I was panting for him, my h*ps circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers. I felt like I'd spontaneously combust if he didn't get me off.

I'd never been so turned on in my life. I was near mindless with the need for an orgasm. If Cary walked in right then and found me writhing in our living room while Gideon finger-fucked me, I didn't think I'd care.

Gideon was breathing hard, too. His face was flushed with lust. For me. When I'd done nothing more than respond helplessly to him.

His hand at my breast moved to my cheek and brushed over it. "You're blushing. I've scandalized you."

"Yes."

His smile was both wicked and delighted, and it made my chest tight. "I want to feel my cum in you when I f**k you with my fingers. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you. And while you're thinking about that, you're going to look forward to me doing it again and again."

My sex rippled around his stroking fingers, the rawness of his words pushing me to the brink of orgasm.

"I'm going to tell you all the ways I want you to please me, Eva, and you're going to do it all...take it all, and we're going to have explosive, primal, no-holds-barred sex. You know that, don't you? You can feel how it'll be between us."

"Yes," I breathed, clutching my br**sts to ease the deep ache of my hardened ni**les. "Please, Gideon."

"Shh...I've got you." The pad of his thumb rubbed my clitoris in gentle circles. "Look into my eyes when you come for me."

Everything tightened in my core, the tension building as he massaged my cl*t and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm.

"Give it up to me, Eva," he ordered. "Now."

I cl**axed with a thready cry, my grip white-knuckled on the sides of the cushions as my h*ps pumped onto his hand, my mind far beyond shame or shyness. My gaze was locked to his, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in his eyes. In that moment he owned me. I'd do anything he wanted. And he knew it.

Searing pleasure pulsed through me. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I heard him speak hoarsely, but I lost the words when he hooked one of my legs over the back of the couch and covered my cleft with his mouth.

"No - " I pushed at his head with my hands. "I can't."

I was too swollen, too sensitive. But when his tongue touched my clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. He rimmed my trembling slit, teasing me, taunting me with the promise of another orgasm when I knew I couldn't have one again so quickly.

Then his tongue speared into me and I bit my lip to bite back a scream. I came a second time, my body quaking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his decadent licking. His growl vibrated through me. I didn't have the strength to push him away when he returned to my cl*t and sucked softly...tirelessly...until I cl**axed again, gasping his name.

I was boneless as he straightened my leg and still breathless when he pressed kisses up my belly to my br**sts. He licked each of my ni**les, and then hauled me up with his arms banded around my back. I hung lax and pliable in his grip while he took my mouth with suppressed violence, bruising my lips and betraying how close to the edge he was.

He closed my robe; then stood, staring down at me.

"Gideon...?"

"Seven o'clock, Eva." He reached down and touched my ankle, his fingertips caressing the diamond anklet I'd put on in preparation for the evening. "And keep this on. I want to f**k you while you're wearing nothing else."



Chapter 6



"Hey, Dad. I caught you." I adjusted my grip on the phone receiver and pulled up a stool at the breakfast bar. I missed my father. For the last four years we'd lived close enough to see each other at least once a week. Now his home in Oceanside was the entire country away. "How are you?"

He lowered the volume on the television. "Better, now that you've called. How was your first week at work?"

I went over my days from Monday through Friday, skipping over all the Gideon parts. "I really like my boss, Mark," I finished. "And the vibe of the agency is very energetic and kind of quirky. I'm happy going to work every day, and I'm bummed when it's time to go home."