Bared by Him (The Billionaire's Club 5)

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 backwa

rd 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.”

“Cade, I’m coming!” Ivy clutched his head against her chest with desperate fingers, bouncing harder over his straining length. She seated herself completely over every inch of his throbbing cock, and when he held her down and started pumping, her clit scraped against his pelvis, and she shattered.

He could feel as the sheer, blinding ecstasy broke inside her, shooting in spasms down her slim limbs. Fevered and panting, he groaned and rolled her underneath him, prolonging her orgasm as he pinned her body by the hips and plowed to the hilt inside her, over and over again, making her scream, yelling out with her.

Her sex opened to receive him. The tiny flutters of her orgasm stroked around the length of his pulsing dick. She was panting and beautiful, her nails clawing down his biceps as she came back from heaven and watched him fuck her like mad. Jesus, and he just loved fucking her. Was about to spill himself all over her. His muscles tensed as he shafted her harder, poising him for his release. He could feel his face straining from his efforts, his muscles flexing in his body.

“Come inside me.” Her smoky voice wrapped around his balls as she stroked her fingers up her rib cage. “Let me watch you come.”

When he saw her cup her covered little breasts with her hands and fondle them over her sexy bra, he couldn’t at the moment remember ever seeing a more erotic thing. Aware of her watching him, her eyes glazed in lust, he roared out her name with one last thrust and came undone for her.

* * *

The minutes flew by so fast, Ivy kept staring at the clock on her nightstand while listening to Cade’s steady, comforting heartbeat beneath her ear. It was past midnight.

They’d stolen into her kitchen a while ago, and Cade had gorged on two peanut butter sandwiches and milk, while Ivy had made herself another mango veggie shake. They were never really able to slide back in bed together without wanting to fuck once more, so they’d been all over each other as soon as they hit the sheets.

Ivy’s lust for him confounded her. Was it even possible to ever feel sated? Would she ever feel like this for another man again? Her throat closed on the answer, because she knew that Cade West was it. For her. And if she was half the decent human being she thought she was, then she had to let him go.

Throat tight at the thought, she absently circled one of his nipples with her fingertip. She hadn’t closed the drapes tonight, and she could see him in the moonlight. Beautiful male, beautiful man. Her vagina ached to be filled up by him again.

“I’m going to miss you, Cade.” Her whisper was tiny in the dark, and it almost sounded scared.

He stroked the back of her head, quiet until the clock on the nightstand marked another minute. “You don’t have to go.”

She raised her head to see his face, relaxed from his recent orgasm, but his eyes were watchful on hers. God, she didn’t know what he wanted from her, but she knew she wanted too much from him. More than what was fair to him. More than she could handle.

Cade … he was like a raw, exposed nerve. And Ivy felt like her own live wires, her own exposed nerves, became electrified when she made the merest contact with him. Even a visual one.