His hands fisted in her hair, pinning her head as he devoured her so powerfully, it was as if he couldn’t even take time to breathe. Let alone let her breathe. Still clutching her hair in one hand, he cupped a breast and scraped his cock against her plain cotton panties, dampened through her slit. Her insides gripped needfully at the provocative move.
He tore his mouth from hers for a second, and his eyes glimmered urgently, and she could see his intent, could see he couldn’t wait.
Neither could she.
God, she’d lost her mind. This was the worst time to get involved with a man. And this was the worst possible man on earth she should get involved with. But she was burning up in an all-consuming fever. She arched and scraped her tongue over the scruff at his jaw before nipping him. He growled and pinned her arms up over her head, holding them like manacles as he buried his face in her neck and suckled a mouthful of skin so hard, she was sure she’d proudly be wearing her first hickey by tomorrow morning.
“Please.” She rose up and sank her teeth on his plump lower lip, and he cocked his head and plunged his tongue in for another taste of her, his flavor dark and decadent as coffee and chocolate. “Please, please,” she gasped and twisted under him, never before imagining begging would come so easy when you were on fire with this unbearable ache.
“You want me fast?” he growled, then he shoved his hips between her thighs. With his only free hand, he hooked her panties to the side and pressed into her.
“So take me,” he rasped. She felt him at her slit, wide and rigid, pulsing with liquid heat. She wrapped her legs around him, her ankles digging into his butt. “Yes,” he moaned. “Take me in. That’s right, take all of me, Ivy.”
She thrust her hips up, allowing him all the way inside, her flesh so sensitive she felt every pulse of his shaft as he pushed inside her. She moaned with pleasure, her sheath snug around him. He placed one hand between them and began circling her clit with his thumb in a delicious rhythm.
Veins bulged in his neck as his head rolled back. “Christ.” He began to move, braced up on one arm as he thumbed her clit with his other hand, his shoulders straining above her. Glorying in the feel of him, she met his slow, melting rhythm with slow, sinuous moves of her own.
He groaned. “Ivy…”
One of her arms coiled around his neck. Clinging to his strength, she opened her mouth on his shoulder and licked his damp skin—he was warm and salty. “Yes,” she whispered. She wanted him, all of him. She wished he would hold nothing back.
He moved so that he was braced up on both arms now and he pushed farther in, concentrating on his fucking. She felt his muscles go taut on a particularly deep in-stroke.
She mewed and watched him as he pushed inside with hard, violent, animalistic strokes. She was so ready.
Her head rolled back as she arched up, opening to him, and she couldn’t help testing his name on her lips. “Cade.” He penetrated her fully. Deliciously. His possession drove her mad. It excited her, his name, short and powerful. He grunted with his efforts, quiet, maddened with desire. “Cade.” He growled and plowed in deeper, the sound that erupted from his throat telling her how much he liked it, how much it excited him to hear her whisper his name. “Cade…”
He cursed softly and seized her hips in his hands. His fingers bit into her flesh as he yanked out and scraped his cock up her slit and over her clitoris in hard, fast jabs. His face contorted, the rumble of a growl echoing in the room as his orgasm hit.
She felt the warmth of him spill across her pussy as his large, muscled body shuddered while he came.
His orgasm triggered her own, and she gasped and gripped his shoulders as they both shook and moaned, until they collapsed together in a puddle of limbs and panting breaths and sweat, neither of them moving for a long while.
* * *
Cade studied the woman on the bed, and his chest tightened with some strange emotion he’d never felt before. He felt dazed at the sight of her. Drugged.
She was sated and smiling catlike in his bed, languorously spread over his sheets, and he almost felt … satiated.
Until that black, bottomless hunger yawned open inside of him again, and he bent his head, intending to feast on her lips for another hour. He wanted to hear her say Cade one more time with her eyes blank with passion and her mouth parted as she struggled to breathe because he was so big and pumping so hard inside her.
He’d never been so kiss-drunk. He no longer knew the time, his name, just the heat and the moisture of her mouth, and the taste of her name on his tongue. They’d been lying in his bed all night, neither of them sleeping. They’d just been licking and tasting and kissing. Their eyes glowed in the dark, holding each other’s gaze with curiosity and wonder. It was as if she, like him, couldn’t understand what she found so attractive about him in the first place.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t stay away from her—but he was a man, and he didn’t give a shit why. He only knew he couldn’t get enough of this creature.
When she stroked his lips with one fingertip, he ducked his head and kissed her mouth with gentle flicks of his tongue, his cock immediately throbbing for more. Bubbles of pleasure gushed through his bloodstream, the sensation almost new to him, for he hadn’t had someone in his bed in at least a decade. He didn’t want this woman to get up to eat or to drink or even to fucking pee.
He curled his fingers around her hips and kept her locked in place, on her side facing him, as he angled his head and kissed her until he couldn’t feel his own lips, they were swollen and red and wet from her.
“Can you feel your mouth?” He only stopped kissing her to ask her that, and to give her time to answer.
“It’s asleep, I think.”
She lifted her head and brushed those tingling lips against his, and his stomach got into a tangle. He’d bet all his millions that Ivy hadn’t had sex in a while either. Her hunger was as raw as his, as consuming, and it made him feel not so alone in the world. That there was someone out there, like him. He ducked and stroked his tongue between her lips, groaning when she sighed like she had missed it.
“Do you feel that?” He slid deep inside, all the way past the tips of her teeth, then withdrew.
“So good.” Her eyelids fluttered closed and she shuddered, flicking her tongue against his, her arms tightening around his neck.