He eased onto his back and dragged her up against his side. Her flimsy camisole was plastered to her skin, delineating her belly button, her ribs, her small breasts under a lace bra. He hadn’t even undressed her fully. Her white cotton panties were still on, wet from her arousal. He’d wiped his mess off her pussy and his abdomen, but he could still smell his pleasure in the room. On her.
She hooked a leg around him, her knee almost on his cock, as she bent to continue kissing him.
He scraped his hands up her back and grabbed her ass, grinding her small frame against his larger one. “What date number would we need to be on for me to have you again, baby?” He pushed tendrils of her damp, tawny hair back behind her face with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other, aware that she leaned back to survey him with a coy little smile.
“Usually…” She straddled him fully and rocked sinuously over him, and because the only connection of their bodies was at their hips now, it made him hyperaware of the moist slit of her pussy nestling his erection. “This wouldn’t happen until a couple of months into a relationship.”
He curled his fingers on her waist to pin her in place. “Have you had many? Relationships?”
“Not even one.”
The strange knot that had formed inside him immediately eased. “Then what the fuck are all these rules for?” he growled.
She laughed, her neck curving temptingly when her head fell back. “So I don’t get involved with assholes.”
He released a dark laugh of his own. “Oh, baby, you chose a bad time to break your rule,” he said, but they both sobered when he clutched her pelvis and thrust his cock up against her pussy, grinding against the fabric of her damp panties.
His temperature rose at the sight of those lace-encased breasts and her small, slim body straddling him, her porcelain skin glistening with sweat, her mouth swollen red and as inflamed as his own mouth felt. “Take off your panties and put me inside you,” he gruffly commanded.
Her smile faded, and because he feared she was going to deny him, he reached up and grabbed the back of her head and hauled her in for one of those hot kisses they were so good at, making her breathless again, as breathless as she made him.
“Do it, Ivy,” he ordered, palming her breasts as she pushed her panties aside and took his throbbing cock inside her. “Put me inside you … ah, yes.”
He fell back. A hissing sound tore from his throat as she seated herself over him, her sex open for him to perfectly watch the way he entered her and the way her pretty, glistening folds parted for his cock to slide between them. He released a growl of appreciation and held her small hips in his big hands, letting her set the pace.
She chose a slow one. Making sounds. It was killing him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he tossed his head on the pillow and grimaced as he tried to keep from rolling her beneath him and fucking her hard. “Faster, baby.”
She grabbed his jaw, her lips on his. He groaned in pure male pleasure when her mouth opened wide over his. Another sound, deeper, needier, tore from his chest as he parted his mouth and thrust inside her. It almost hurt to kiss her, their mouths were abraded and raw. And yet neither of them would stop.
They groaned in unison, the tip of their teeth scraping as their tongues danced, twined, tasted.
He grabbed her ass, and his hips swiveled as his cock drove into her slick, swollen pussy.
He ached to fill her, his balls tight and heavy. His cock was ready to burst every time it was squeezed by the tight walls of her creamy passage.
He buried his face in her neck, every atom in his body ready to detonate. “You come with me, Ivy … Come…”
He drew back and could see her little face twist with pleasure, her hips rolling frantically above him.
In one swift move, he pulled her underneath him and slid his hand between their bodies to tease the moistened folds with his hand.
He slid his torso between her thighs and parted her labia with his thumbs so that his lips could greedily lock around her sweet little clit. With a gentle sucking motion, he drew the bud into his mouth, then rolled it with his tongue as he shafted two long fingers inside her.
The noises she made destroyed him. Each moan, each sigh, sliced through him and fisted around his aching balls.
“Cade.” Ivy rolled her head and stroked his hair while he worshipped between her legs. Cade lapped her up like a man possessed, luxuriating in the thick, creamy taste of her. He groaned against her clit, his fingers pleasuring her until her small frame tensed and then released in wild, sexy shudders. The sight of her coming shot his pulse to the roof. His cock jerked jealously, and his blood stormed through his body with an avalanche of sensations. He dove for the packet of condoms he’d bought hours before she’d arrived, dreaming he was going to get to tumble in bed with her.
He rolled one on with unsteady hands, secured her parted thighs around his hips and positioned himself to enter.
Ivy watched him, dewy eyed and heavy-lidded, still shuddering on the bed as the tip of his erection eagerly probed and pried her entrance apart.
She clutched his arms, her eyes heavy, her breasts rising and falling. “Kiss me while you fuck me, please.”
Her words unraveled him. Her pussy parting for him, then closing hot and snug around his width, released a torrent of pleasure through his nerve endings.
Cade bent over her and dragged his swollen lips all across her red-stained mouth as he thrust deeper into her damp, snug grip with a greedy grunt, plowing one, two, three times. That was all it took to make him groan out her name as he rode his orgasm, kissing her while they both shattered.
Chapter Three
In the morning Cade sat at his desk, hands steepled before him as he stared unseeingly at an e-mail, deep in thought. His chest experienced a strange opening sensation when he heard his assistant say, “Miss Ivy Summers to see you, sir.”
His heart flipped, and all of a sudden the blood in his veins boiled, rushing to his groin with the mere sound of her name. He glanced at his Patek Philippe watch and noted the time.
“Cancel my eleven o’clock,” he instructed. “Hold all my calls.”
Thoughts of last night toppled over each other. Her swollen mouth. Her dampened camisole clinging to her slim little body. Her wet panties. Her smooth, lean arms and legs.
When Ivy walked in, he was rocked by the sight of her. Not a dream, not a fantasy, she was real, and he was hard as granite and trembling, his hands curling at his sides to keep from grabbing her to him.