With a pleased grunt, he grabbed her hips and dragged her onto his lap as if she weighed no more than air. Her legs slid around his hips as he deepened the kiss, and within seconds, they both went animal, making deep, hungry moaning noises and groping each other, her nails raking his biceps as she ground against his hardness. She sucked his tongue and he bit her lower lip, and she burst to life as sensations tingled down her bloodstream, her nerves, her skin.
The growl he released made her pussy water as he lay her down on the carpet, spreading his enormous weight over her and tangling his legs between hers.
The heat of his chest seeped past her camisole and warmed her skin as his hands rasped over her hips and slid under the material while their ravenous mouths tasted each other more and more.
His dark voice spilled into her ear. “You know I’m going to fuck you, don’t you?” His fast breath tickled her skin, sending a rush of heat down to her center as he bent his head and bit her nipple through her bra.
She moaned, because this couldn’t happen no matter how much she wanted it to. “I don’t have sex on the first date.”
Which was why she’d never really gotten a lot of sex in the first place. Still, that didn’t stop her from undulating greedily against him.
His arms went like steel bands around her waist and his lips claimed hers again. “This isn’t a date.”
He rocked his hips purposely against hers, and she arched by instinct, the talons of some indescribable need deeply sunk into her womb, her body quivering for him to take her hard enough to break her.
“I still don’t have sex with strangers…”
“Then let’s get on more intimate terms.”
He fingered the clasp of her bra behind her and unhooked it without preamble, then he briskly yanked both bra and camisole over her head. She cried out, sat up, pulled them back, and scowled at him.
Cade’s eyes flashed silver, and his nostrils flared as she hooked up her bra and quickly put on her camisole.
“Ivy.” He halted her with one hand, looking at her. “I’ll forfeit the fucking game. You take your two million. I want you naked and under me. Now.”
She shuddered at the animal need in his eyes, and she wondered if he could even control himself. He looked positively ravenous.
“Please don’t try to pay me for sex.” Sucking in a breath, she edged back to her place on the carpet a safe distance from him, her skin broken out in fever. “Let’s finish the game first, please.”
He slowly crooked his finger, calling her back. “After I have you, Ivy.”
“The game first,” she stressed, breathlessly scowling at him. “Regardless of the outcome, I don’t have sex on … first dates.”
It felt like a lie. Even her tongue tripped as she said it, and she knew that if Cade was as smart as she believed he was, he could clearly see her nipples were puckered under her bra. She ached so badly, was so aroused, she feared he also knew her panties were soaked and that every cell in her body screamed against this rude awakening where she wanted something she had never really had. She was by no means a virgin, but she had never, ever, felt so aware of her body before. Aware of her body desperately wanting something.
Him.
This angry, lonely man. His rawness, his power, his anger—she wanted him so much, she was only in a camisole, bra, and panties, and she was sweaty and baking inside her skin.
Jaw clenched, he shuffled the cards across the carpet from her, and in exchange for her kiss, which had been her opening bet, he opened with every chip he had.
Which only magnified her arousal.
“Let’s just pretend this is date number three.” He looked at her through those dark lashes of his, and the piercing expression in his eyes commanded her to agree.
Ivy could still not catch her breath. “Date number three is still only kissing.”
He pushed five cards in her direction, watching her intently with a tight jaw. “All right, then let’s pretend we’re already fucking.”
Her cheeks flamed and she dropped her gaze to her cards. She wanted to deny what he’d said, but she was dying with every second that she waited, her heart pounding as she wondered who would win.
If he won, then she would have to kiss him again, or take something else off? And if she won, then what would he do? How would he feel? Oh, God, if she let him kiss her again, what would he do to her? Was it wrong to have him? If she wanted him this bad?
Her silence must have made him imagine that her answer was yes. He became more restless at every second that passed. He hardly glanced at his cards, and he didn’t even ask for more. He was already unzipping his jeans as she changed three of her cards and was ecstatic to get her third nine—giving her a full house.
She looked up and her excitement instantly morphed to lust at the sight of Cade’s open jeans.
Need ripped through her as the lowered zipper revealed the band of his underwear—and his huge cock jutting out of it. The bulbous tip burst through the opening, enormous and hard and long, glistening with drops of semen at the tip.
He shoved them off, both jeans and underwear, at the same time, and then kicked them aside.
She swallowed back a moan, undone by the sight of him.
“I have nothing.” His gruff voice melted through her as he set his cards face up, and she barely registered he indeed had nothing, not even a pair. But then he hadn’t even played.
Ivy held her breath and showed her full house, missing the look on his face, for she was staring at what he most definitely had, which was unapologetically on display.
My God, she had never imagined such a perfect specimen of man. He strode toward her with that which was making her mouth water, the biggest, most beautiful erection she’d ever seen.
“Come by my office tomorrow and I’ll have a cashier’s check ready,” he said gruffly, closing that subject authoritatively as he scooped her up and lifted her, fully naked, and Ivy curled her legs around his hips, moaning and out of her mind as she wrapped herself around him and smashed her lips to his.
He groaned and stroked his tongue frantically over hers as he carried her down a hall. He stumbled into his bedroom, and a lamp crashed nearby. He dropped her down on a bed, coming down over her, and he was panting as he kissed her, abrading her neck with the delicious stubble of his jaw.
Thrilling little flutters shot through her bloodstream. She couldn’t remember where she was, if she had ever been kissed like this, or wanted like this, but no, never, ever, ever, in her life, had she been prepared for this.