Bared to You

parting the sensitive tissues. My hips churned
restlessly, my body silently begging for more. It felt
so good I could’ve wept.
“God, Eva. I’ve wanted my mouth on your cunt
every day since I met you.”

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As the velvet softness of his tongue flickered
over my swollen clit, my head pressed hard into
the pillow. “Yes. Like that. Make me come.”
He did, with the gentlest of suction and a hard
lick. I writhed as the orgasm jolted through me, my
core tensing violently, my limbs shaking. His
tongue thrust into my sex as it convulsed, rippling
along the shallow penetration, trying to pull him
deeper. His groans vibrated against my swollen
flesh, goading the climax to roll on and on. Tears
stung my eyes and coursed down my temples, the
physical pleasure destroying the wall that kept my
emotions at bay.
And Gideon didn’t stop. He circled the
trembling entrance to my body with the tip of his
tongue and lapped at my throbbing clit until I
quickened again. Two fingers pushed inside me,
curving and stroking. I was so sensitive I thrashed
against the onslaught. When he drew on my clit
with steady, rhythmic suction, I came again, crying
out hoarsely. Then he had three fingers in me,
twisting and opening me.
“No.” My head tossed from side to side, every
inch of my skin tingling and burning. “No more.”
“Once more,” he coaxed hoarsely. “Once more,
then I’ll fuck you.”
“I can’t…”
“You will.” He blew a slow stream of air over my
wet flesh, the coolness over fevered skin
reawakening raw nerve endings. “I love watching
you come, Eva. Love hearing the sounds you
make, the way your body quivers…”
He massaged a tender spot inside me and an
orgasm pulsed through me in a slow, heated roll
of delight, no less devastating for being gentler
than the two before it.
His weight and heat left me. In a distant corner
of my dazed mind, I heard a drawer opening,

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followed swiftly by the sound of foil tearing. The
mattress dipped as he returned, his hands rough
now as he yanked me down to the center of the
bed. He stretched himself on top of me, pinning
me, tucking his forearms on the outside of my
biceps and pressing them to my sides, capturing
me.
My gaze was riveted to his austerely beautiful
face. His features were harsh with lust, his skin
stretched tight over his cheekbones and jaw. His
eyes were so dark and dilated they were black,
and I knew I was staring into the face of a man
who’d passed the limits of his control. It was
important to me that he’d made it that far for my
benefit and that he’d done so to pleasure and
prepare me for what I knew would be a hard ride.
My hands fisted in the bedspread, anticipation
building. He’d made sure I got mine, over and
over again. This would be for him.
“Fuck me,” I ordered, daring him with my eyes.
“Eva.”
He snapped out my name as he rammed
into me, sinking balls-deep in one fierce drive.
I gasped. He was big, hard as stone, and so
damn deep. The connection was startlingly
intense. Emotionally. Mentally. I’d never felt so
completely…taken. Possessed.
I wouldn’t have thought I could bear to be
restrained during sex, not with my past being what
it was, but Gideon’s total domination of my body
ratcheted my desire to an outrageous level. I’d
never been so hot for it in my life, which seemed
insane after what I’d experienced with him so far.
I clenched around him, relishing the feel of him
inside me, filling me.
His hips ground against mine, prodding as if to
say, 
Feel me? I’m in you. I own you.
His entire body hardened, the muscles of his

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chest and arms straining as he pulled out to the
tip. The rigid tightening of his abs was the only
warning I got before he slammed forward. Hard.
I cried out and his chest rumbled with a low,
primitive sound. “Christ…You feel so good.”
Tightening his hold, he starting fucking me,
nailing my hips to the mattress with wildly fierce
drives. Pleasure rippled through me again,
pushing through me with every hot shove of his
body into mine. 
Like this,
I thought. 
I want you just
like this.
He buried his face in my neck and held me
tightly in place, plunging hard and fast, gasping
raw, heated sex words that made me crazed with
desire. “I’ve never been so hard and thick. I’m so
deep in you…I can feel it against my stomach…
feel my dick pounding into you.”
I’d thought of this round as his, and yet he was
still with me, still focused on me, swiveling his hips
to stroke pleasure through my melting core. I
made a small, helpless sound of need and his
mouth slanted over mine. I was desperate for him,
my nails digging into his pumping hips, struggling
with the grinding urge to rock into the ferocious
thrusts of his big cock.
We were dripping in sweat, our skin hot and
slicked together, our chests heaving for air. As an
orgasm brewed like a storm inside me, everything
tightened and clenched, squeezing. He cursed
and shoved one hand beneath my hip, cupping my
rear and lifting me into his thrusts so that his cock
head stroked over and over the spot that ached
for him.
“Come, Eva,” he ordered harshly. “Come now.”
I climaxed in a rush that had me sobbing his
name, the sensation enhanced and magnified by
the way he’d confined my body. He threw his head
back, shuddering.

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back, shuddering.
“Ah, Eva!” He clasped me so tightly I couldn’t
breathe, his hips pumping as he came long and
hard.
I’ve no idea how long we lay like that, leveled,
mouths sliding over shoulders and throats to
soothe and calm. My entire body tingled and
pulsed.
“Wow,” I managed finally.
“You’ll kill me,” he muttered with his lips at my
jaw. “We’re going to end up fucking each other to
death.”
“Me? I didn’t do anything.” He’d controlled me
completely and how freakin’ sexy was 
that
?
“You’re breathing. That’s enough.”
I laughed, hugging him.
Lifting his head, he nuzzled my nose. “We’re
going to eat, and then we’ll do that again.”
My brows lifted. “You can do that again?”
“All night.” He rolled his hips and I could feel that
he was still semi-hard.
“You’re a machine,” I told him. “Or a god.”
“It’s you.” With a soft sweet kiss, he left me. He
removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue from
the nightstand, and tossed the whole in the
wastebasket by the bed. “We’ll shower, then order
from the restaurant downstairs. Unless you want to
go down?”
“I don’t think I can walk.”
The flash of his grin stopped my heart for a
minute. “Glad I’m not the only one.”
“You look fine.”
“I feel phenomenal.” He sat back on the side of
the bed and brushed my hair back from my
forehead. His face was soft, his smile warmly
affectionate.
I thought I saw something else in his eyes and
the possibility closed my throat. It scared me.

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“Shower with me,” he said, running his hand
down my arm.
“Gimme me a minute to find my brain, then I’ll
join you.”
“Okay.” He went into the bathroom, giving me a
prime view of his sculpted back and perfect ass. I
sighed with pure female appreciation of a prime
male specimen.
The water came on in the shower. I managed to
sit up and slide my legs over the side of the bed,
feeling exquisitely shaky. My gaze caught on the
slightly open bedside drawer and I saw condoms
through the gap.
My stomach twisted. The hotel was too upscale
to be the kind that provided condoms along with
the requisite Bible.
With a slightly trembling hand, I pulled the
drawer out further and found a sizable quantity of
prophylactics, including a bottle of feminine
lubrication and spermicidal gel. My heart started
pounding all over again. In my mind, I backtracked
through our lust-fueled trip to the hotel. Gideon
hadn’t asked which rooms were available.
Whether he had a master key or not, he’d need to
know which rooms were occupied before he took
one…unless he’d known beforehand that this