She was that desperate. That utterly hot for him.
Sharp black business slacks covered his legs and a snowy white shirt stretched across his wide, square shoulders, his jacket draped on the back of a chair now. His twilight hair was hopelessly mussed, like he had a habit of raking his hands through it when he grew impatient. Places in her body throbbed with yearning. She ached to run her hands through that satin black mass, grab a fistful of it, and yank him forward until that fat, juicy mouth of his was all over hers.
But that fat, juicy mouth was so thinned it almost vanished.
And why didn’t he look at her?
He stared absently at the ladies at a table, his profile proud and masculine and utterly wrecking to her body—which she’d feared after so many years of not using it might have gotten a bit rusty. Well, it throbbed now, every inch of her. Her breasts and nipples tingled, and she’d creamed her panties the instant she’d seen him walk into the room. Her tongue felt so heavy she couldn’t seem to speak and she was damned glad her discourse was over.
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.