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“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.
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…”
