Bared to You

I
could do this to 
him
.
In the moments of orgasm, I owned him as
completely as he owned me.

---

G
ideon folded over me, his hair falling forward to
tickle my chest, his lungs heaving. “God. I can’t go
days without this. Even the hours at work are too
long.”
I ran my fingers through the sweat-damp roots
of his hair. “I missed you, too.”
He nuzzled my breasts. “When you’re not with
me, I feel—Don’t run anymore, Eva. I can’t take it.”
He pulled me up to stand in front of him,
keeping his cock in me until the soles of my heels
touched the hardwood floor. “Come home with me
now.”
“I can’t leave Cary.”
“Then we’ll drag him out of here with us. Shh…
Before you complain, whatever he hopes to get
out of this party, I can make happen. Being here
accomplishes nothing.”
“Maybe he’s having fun.”
“I don’t want you here.” He suddenly seemed
distant, his tone far too controlled.

---

“Do you know how badly it hurts me when you
say that?” I cried softly, my chest tight with the pain
of it. “What’s wrong with me that you don’t want
me around your family?”
“Angel, no.” He hugged me, his hands roaming
my back in soothing caresses. “There’s nothing
wrong with you. It’s this place. I don’t—I 
can’t
be
here. You want to know what’s in my dreams? It’s
this house.”
“Oh.” My stomach knotted with worry and
confusion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Something in my voice lured him to press a kiss
between my eyebrows. “I’ve been rough with you
today. I’m sorry. I’m edgy and agitated being here,
but that’s no excuse.”
I cupped his face and stared into his eyes,
seeing the tumultuous emotions he was so used
to hiding. “Don’t ever apologize for being yourself
with me. It’s what I want. I want to be your safe
place, Gideon.”
“You are. You don’t know how much, but I’ll find
a way to tell you.” He rested his forehead against
mine. “Let’s go home. I bought some things for
you.”
“Oh? I love gifts.” Especially when they came
from my self-professed unromantic boyfriend.
Cautiously, he began to pull out of me. I was
shocked to feel how wet I was, how copiously he’d
come. The final few inches of his cock slid out in a
rush and semen slicked my inner thighs. A
moment later, two audacious droplets fell to the
hardwood floor between my spread legs.
“Oh, shit.” He groaned. “That’s so damn hot. I’m
getting hard again.”
I stared at the brazen display of his virility and
felt warm. “You can’t go again after 
that
.”
“Hell if I can’t.” Cupping my sex in his hand, he

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rubbed the slickness all over me, coating the outer
lips and massaging it into the folds. Euphoria
spread through me like the warmth of fine liquor, a
sense of contentment that came solely from the
knowledge that Gideon found gratification in me
and my body.
“I’m an animal with you,” he murmured. “I want to
mark you. I want to possess you so completely
there’s no separation between us.”
My hips began to move in tiny circles as his
words and touch reignited the desire he’d goaded
with the thrusts of his cock. I wanted to come
again, knew I’d be miserable if I had to wait until
we reached his bed. I was a sexual creature with
him, too, so physically attuned to him and so
positive that he would never physically hurt me,
that I was…free.
I encircled his wrist with my fingers and gently
directed his hand around my hip to reach for me
from behind. Nipping his jaw with my teeth, I
gathered the courage he inspired in me and
whispered, “Touch me here with your fingers.
Mark me there.”
He froze, his chest lifting and falling rapidly. “I
don’t”—his voice strengthened—“I don’t do anal
play, Eva.”
Looking into his eyes, I saw something dark
and volatile. Something very painful.