Instead he slowly stood, taking in the tan skirt and cream blouse, and how her waist was hugged by a thick leather belt, which only made her look curvier and sexier.
His own hunger almost devoured him. This need for her frightened him. He was a solitary man, had been too angry, too lonely, for too many years. Sunlight streamed through his office window and it caressed every inch of her skin, skin that he wanted to lick again, touch again, feel again. Holy God, he wanted her so much, he was afraid he’d kill her from screwing her so hard.
“Close the door.” He attempted to keep his voice level, but the coarseness in it revealed his out-of-control arousal. Her eyes widened in response, but she reached with wavering hands behind her and pushed the door closed. Snap.
His vision blurred as his nerve endings came alive with desire. “Lock it.”
She reached behind her, then paused, looking both alarmed and needy as she stood there. “Cade, I can’t be in a relationship right now.”
“Lock the door, Ivy,” he said with more force, his control slipping. He remembered how she’d twisted beneath him yesterday, how he’d been afraid to hurt her as he took her, how she seemed to like it. To want it.
Click.
She turned the lock, her hands shaking, but her honey eyes were both pleading with him and ravenous as they watched him. He removed his jacket and flung it over his chair.
Her voice broke with palpable need. “I can’t do this, Cade.”
All he heard was the need inside her, calling to his own urgency. He yanked on the knot of his tie, then pulled it over his head, his thighs both liquid and tense to pounce her, his fingers itching to touch her. “We’re not killing bunnies, Ivy. It’s only sex, baby,” he said huskily.
She looked bewildered and just as scared shitless of this as he was as she leaned back against the door for support, her breasts rising and falling fast. “But I can’t have anything serious.”
“I just want to play with you,” he whispered, his voice thick. He feared it was more than that, but he’d deal with that later. Right now, he just wanted her.
Her fingernails raked the door behind her. “Next week, I have something important to do. And I’ll be unavailable for at least two weeks.”
“Then let’s fuck like the devil before you leave.” He slid off his Ferragamo belt and draped it on the back of his chair, then he reached for his collar buttons, his heart kicking harder into his ribs with every passing second. “This morning I wanted you, and you were gone.”
She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, and her thirsty amber eyes almost gobbled him up.
“I wanted you, too,” she croaked. She licked her lips as his tanned skin was revealed to her. “But I still need to search for more donation candidates, and I always have a green smoothie in the morning and my … vitamins and things were at my place.”
“Bring them over this evening.” He yanked his shirt off and as he draped it over the back of his chair, he watched Ivy kick off her shoes and reach beneath her skirt to pull off her panties. Holy God, he wanted her.
Ivy … Ivy … Ivy …
The name drummed in his mind like a heartbeat as he started toward her. Ivy. A penitence. Or maybe, a salvation. A new start. Something beautiful and alive. So damned beautiful and so damned alive …
Her belt clattered to the floor, and his hands went like vises around her small waist, crushing her against his body. Soft and exquisitely fragile, she all but melted into him when he engulfed her lips with his own. She made a sound—between a moan and a gasp and a sigh—and he almost came undone as she leaned helplessly against him.
He held her tight and firm against his bare chest and swept his tongue as deep as he could, clashing with her own tongue, already coming anxiously in past his lips. Her touch detonated him, the brush of their tongues sparking him up until he was all fire. She detonated, too. Trembling against him. Sliding her fingers into his hair.
Their kiss went from blazing hot to supernova, and his arousal was now painful. He had been dead for years, but now he couldn’t get enough of her. He couldn’t get enough of her. She had a freckle right under her chin, and it drove him insane when she tilted her face back and let him see it. When she’d straddled and rode him last night, he’d wanted to go up and lick her there. Everywhere. God.
“Cade…” She moaned. Her whole body vibrated against him.
He covered that freckle with a damp swipe of his tongue. “Are you here for my money or this?” he murmured, the mist of their breaths mingling as he lowered his mouth. He was cupping her buttocks now, gripping them until he’d crammed nearly all her flesh into his hands, his tongue lapping at her mouth.
He pulled her skirt all the way up, until it gathered at her hipbone. She moaned when he touched her crotch and found her labia soaked already. “Oh, God, I never knew I could need something like this,” she gasped.
In that instant he pressed her back against the door, leaning his full weight on her in his urgency to get closer. His knee nudged her thighs apart as he took both her wrists in one hand and yanked her arms above her head, pinning them there.
With his free hand, he pulled his pants down with quick, hard jerks, and with a desperation he’d never known, he thrust up inside her. She made a sharp, keening sound, needy and wanton and beautiful, and he groaned in response.
She hooked one leg around him to open herself wider and he muffled her soft sound of surrender with his mouth.
He was holding up her hands and wanted to see her breasts, suck them, and was using his free hand to try to tug aside her blouse. “Help me take this off,” he said gruffly.
She yanked open the top buttons, squirming restlessly. He saw another freckle, a lovely little thing at the rising swell of one breast, and he dove to lick it like mad. “Take it all off. Let me suckle you, Ivy. Let me kiss your breasts and suck your sweet nipples into my mouth.”
She fumbled but couldn’t. Anxious, Cade boosted her up and carried her to his desk and spread her over the papers, hearing a big crash.
He gritted his teeth in frustration when he remembered a condom, reaching for his pants again and grabbing the one he’d jammed in there this morning. He rolled it on, his vision clouding at the sight of her golden hair splayed behind her, her glistening sex gaping for him. He wedged between her thighs and wrapped her legs around him, then he laced his hands through hers and pinned them above her head as he rammed into her with a hard thrust, pulsing as he dragged in and out, in and out.