Day, Sylvia - Bared to You - A Crossfire Novel

“I hoped you’d come back on your own,” he murmured, “but I can’t stay away anymore. I’l carry you out of here if I have to. Whatever it takes to get you back in the same room with me, talking this out.” My heart stuttered. “You were hoping I’d come back? I thought…You gave me back my keys. I thought we were over.”

He pul ed back, his face set in fierce lines. “We’l never be over, Eva.”

I looked at him, my heart aching like an open wound at how beautiful he was, how broken and in pain he was—pain I’d caused to some degree.

On tiptoes, I kissed the reddened handprint I’d left on his cheek, clutching his thick silky hair in my hands.

Gideon bent his knees to align our bodies, his breathing harsh and erratic. “I’l do whatever you want, whatever you need. Anything. Just take me back.” Maybe I should have been scared by the depth of his need, but I felt the same passionate insanity for him.

Running my hands down his chest in an effort to soothe his trembling, I gave him the hard truth. “We can’t seem to stop making each other miserable. I can’t keep doing this to you and I can’t keep going through these crazy highs and lows. We need help, Gideon. We’re seriously dysfunctional.”

“I saw Dr. Petersen on Friday. He’s going to take me on as a patient, and—if you agree—he’l take us both on as a couple. I figured if you can trust him, I can try.”

“Dr. Petersen?” I remembered the brief jolt I’d felt at seeing a black Bentley SUV when Clancy pul ed away from the doctor’s office. At the time, I’d told myself it was wishful thinking. After al , there were countless black SUVs in New York. “You had me fol owed.” His chest expanded on a deep breath. He didn’t deny it.

I bit back my anger. I could only imagine how terrible it must be for him to be so dependent on something

— someone —he couldn’t control. What mattered most at that moment were his wil ingness to try and the fact that it wasn’t just talk. He’d actual y taken steps. “It’s going to be a lot of work, Gideon,” I warned him.

“I’m not afraid of work.” He was touching me restlessly, his hands sliding over my thighs and buttocks as if caressing my bare skin was as necessary to him as breathing. “I’m only afraid of losing you.”

I pressed my cheek to his. We completed each other. Even now, as his hands roamed possessively over me, I felt a thawing in my soul, the desperate relief of being held—final y—by the man who understood and satisfied my deepest, most intimate desires.

“I need you.” His mouth was sliding over my cheek and down my throat. “I need to be inside you…”

“ No. My God. Not here.” But my protest sounded weak even to my own ears. I wanted him anywhere, anytime, any way…

“It has to be here,” he muttered, dropping to his knees. “It has to be now.”

He chafed my skin ripping the lace of my panties away; then he shoved my skirts to my waist and licked my cleft, his tongue parting my folds to stroke over my throbbing clit.

I gasped and tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. Not with the door at my back and a grimly determined Gideon in front, one hand keeping me pinned while the other lifted my left leg over his shoulder, opening me to his ardent mouth.

My head thudded against the glass, heat pulsing through my blood from the point where his tongue was driving me mad. My leg flexed against his back, urging him closer, my hands cupping his head to hold him stil as I rocked into him. Feeling the rough satin strands of his hair against my sensitive inner thighs was its own provocation, heightening my awareness of everything around me…

We were in Gideon’s parents’ house, in the midst of a party attended by dozens of famous people, and he was on his knees, growling his hunger as he licked and sucked my slick, aching cleft. He knew just how to get to me, knew what I liked and needed. He had an understanding of my nature that went above and beyond his incredible oral skil s. The combination was devastating and addicting.

My body shook, my eyelids heavy from the il icit pleasure. “Gideon…You make me come so hard.” His tongue rubbed over and over the clenching entrance to my body, teasing me, making me grind shamelessly into his working mouth. His hands cupped my bare butt, kneading, urging me onto his tongue as he thrust it inside me. There was reverence in the greedy way he enjoyed me, the unmistakable sense that he worshipped my body, that pleasuring it and taking pleasure from it was as vital to him as the blood in his veins.

“Yes,” I hissed, feeling the orgasm building. I was buzzed by champagne and the heated scent of Gideon’s skin mixed with my own arousal. My breasts strained within the increasingly too-tight confines of my strapless bra, my body trembling on the edge of a desperately needed orgasm. “I’m so close.” A movement on the far side of the room caught my eye and I froze, my gaze locking with Magdalene’s.

She stood just inside the door, halted midstride, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the back of Gideon’s moving head.

But he was either oblivious or too impassioned to care. His lips circled my clit and his cheeks hal owed.

Sucking rhythmical y, he massaged the hypersensitive knot with the tip of his tongue.

Everything tightened viciously, then released in a fiery burst of pleasure.

The orgasm poured through me in a scorching wave. I cried out, pumping my hips mindlessly into his mouth, lost to the primal connection between us.

Gideon held me up as my knees weakened, tonguing my quivering flesh until the last tremor faded.

When I opened my eyes again, our audience of one had fled.

Standing in a rush, Gideon picked me up and carried me to the couch. He dropped me lengthwise on the cushion; then hauled my hips up to rest on the armrest, arching my spine.

I eyed him up the length of my torso. Why not just fold me over and fuck me from behind?

Then he ripped open his button-fly and pul ed his big, beautiful penis out, and I didn’t care how he took me just so long as he did. I whimpered as he shoved into me, my body struggling to accommodate the wonderful ful ness I craved. Yanking my hips to meet his powerful thrusts, Gideon battered my tender sex with that brutal y thick column of rigid flesh, his gaze dark and possessive, his breath leaving him in primitive grunts every time he hit the end of me.

A trembling moan left me, the friction of his drives stirring my never-sated need to be fucked senseless by him. Only him.

A handful of strokes and his head fel back as he gasped my name, his hips rol ing to stir me into a frenzy. “Squeeze me, Eva. Squeeze my dick.” When I complied, the ragged sound he made was so erotic my sex trembled in appreciation. “Yeah, angel…just like that.”

I tightened around him and he cursed. His gaze found mine, the stunning blue hazed with sexual euphoria. A convulsive shudder wracked his powerful frame, fol owed by an agonized sound of ecstasy. His cock jerked inside me, once, twice, and then he was coming long and hard, spurting hotly into the clutching depths of my body.

I didn’t have time to climax again, but it didn’t matter. I watched him with awe and pure female triumph. I could do this to him .

In the moments of orgasm, I owned him as completely as he owned me.

Gideon folded over me, his hair fal ing 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.”