She turned in his arms and hid herself from him, burying her face in his neck, her hands tight around his neck as the water pounded her back.
“I got you something,” he whispered into her ear.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see in a bit.”
He soaped her up first, and she let him, bringing her arms to cover her breasts several times. He wanted to coo at her, to tell her not to be shy, but it endeared her to him, and he didn’t want to pressure her. Genghis had been broken when Cade had gotten him out of the pound, and the only way Cade was able to gain his trust was to back off until Genghis felt like coming to him.
He got out first, toweled off, and brought a clean towel for her.
“I’m not looking,” he said, a hand covering his eyes as he handed it to her.
She took it, with a little laugh, then wrapped it around her small frame.
“You can look now,” she whispered, going up on tiptoe to kiss his jaw.
The small towel didn’t even cover him, hips to his knees, but it covered Ivy from her breasts to well below her knees.
As she brushed her shoulder-length hair, he brought her the checks he’d wheedled out of his friends today when he’d invited them to lunch. Luke, Daniel, and Graves had each written her foundation a check for a million dollars.
Ivy set down her brush to take them and gasped when she realized what they were. She covered the O of her mouth, her eyes lit with gratitude when she looked up at him. “Cade! Ohmigod! You didn’t have to do this.”
A thousand knots twisted in his chest, then released in an explosion of emotions. Making her happy suddenly made him feel like … like a man. Like her man. “My friends have money,” he said roughly, nodding meaningfully at the checks. “They can help. Your foundation. And your friends.”
“They?” She slid her hands into his hair, then tucked her head down and cuddled. “You’re helping, too, Cade.”
“Ahh, because I’m selfish,” he murmured against her scalp, holding her close. “This way you don’t need to go search for donations elsewhere now. And I can keep on playing with you a couple of more days…?” He glanced questioningly into her face.
Her head tilted further back as she regarded him, and a sadness he didn’t expect spread across her expression then, taking him aback. “I still need to go.” She cupped his jaw in both of her cool, small palms and kissed his lips, softly and sweetly, which only served to open a rabid thirst for more inside of him. “Thank you, Cade. You have no idea how much this helps.”
He brought her back against him and kissed her harder, with his tongue, his appetite voracious after their blood-stirring shower petting session. She squirmed in his hold and whispered, “Let me put on something.”
“Why?” His breathing had escalated. Both of them were naked under the towels, both of them wet and hot. “I’m taking it off anyway.”
“Hush, and don’t complain.” She cocked a saucy brow and spun free. “I got you something, too.” She playfully stuck out her tongue before disappearing into her closet.
“It better be a fuck,” he growled.
“It is!” she yelled back.
His cock responded by lengthening the remaining inches under his towel. He dried off his hair, hung his wet towel, and waited naked for her in bed, aching all over. His blood stormed in his body, his skin crawled with need for her fingers, his legs tensed in preparation to pounce and subdue her and fuck her with all his strength.
She came out in a camisole with a little lace bra, and he could still see her damp nipples poking out of it. His groin throbbed. He’d never been so turned on at the prospect of licking a woman’s breasts before. Of seeing them.
He couldn’t appreciate her visually anymore when she turned off the lamp. But the moonlight illuminated her through the window, and then she was in bed, seeking him with her hands in the shadows, her mouth already open when it found and fused with his.
They groaned together. He pulled her up closer and she hooked her limbs all around him as they lost each other in their mouths. Fire streaked across his veins, and the always there closed feeling in his chest spread open within him. He felt unraveled, unknotted, undone.
It all made sense to him, when he had her in his arms. Everything. Life, death, sex … love. It all made sense to him these seconds when he held this woman, right here, restless and warm and ravenous, in his arms.
His pupils adjusted to the darkness and he could make out her form more clearly now. He ran out of air, completely eroticized by her.
She didn’t want a lot of foreplay today. Her need consumed her. Consumed him. Her pain needed somewhere to go. And he wanted to take it all from her.
When she kicked her panties off and straddled him in only her camisole and bra, she shoved down to take all of his thickened cock inside her. He groaned and pushed up higher within her, giving her the deep thrust she craved.
She groaned as her pussy enveloped him, rippling wet and tight around him. She started bouncing up and down. Ecstasy pummeled through his system as he shoved his hips upward and slid even higher, deeper, where she was wetter, hotter, tighter.
Hungrily he sat upright and trailed his tongue up the curve of her neck as he stroked a wandering finger down the crevice of her buttocks. The sight of her rump in the shower today had made him mad. Mad.
She mewed softly as he caressed the tiny rosette of her ass, releasing a sound of excited anticipation that Cade took as a yes. He eased his middle finger into the warm, tiny channel and gritted his teeth at the cock-stirring, gut-wrenching tightness, his balls twitching jealously. Her head rolled backward with a cry of surprise and a drawn-out moan of pure bliss that purred up her throat, the sound magnified in the darkness, completely erotic to his senses.
Her pussy grabbed tighter to his cock as he mimicked the thrusts of his cock with his finger, feeling crazed mad horny because she liked being pleased like this as much as he wanted to come from it.
Feeling out of control as her breathy moans became louder, he yanked on her camisole with his free hand, so recklessly that it tore at the top seams. Grunting, he nuzzled what he’d managed to expose of her breasts with his face and anxiously licked the top swell of one, above her bra, where she had that lovely freckle. “Move your bra so I can kiss your breasts, baby.”
“I … they’re too small.”
He groaned as he brought both his hands to urgently tug on her camisole, his cock pushing in and out, in and out. “Please, baby. Let me kiss and touch and see your breasts.”