Stripped Defenseless (10 page)

He
nudged a finger inside of her wet slit. “Gavin.”

Mmm.
She arched her back and angled her hips to urge him in farther. “Kade Gavin,
you have beat out two other men. Congratulations.” She smiled up at him, but he
didn’t return the favor.

“What
were their names?” His eyes narrowed, and he slid in a second finger.

She
sighed at the welcome invasion, happy she was getting one last thrill from the
mysterious man who was becoming more familiar by the minute. Maybe he
was
jealous. But that would mean he cared. Was it possible?

“Tell
me where you live?” she countered and clenched down on his fingers.

He
inhaled deeply. “Rocky Mountains.”

“Colorado?”

He
nodded, extreme concern still written all over his face. “Your turn.”

“Josh
and Zack.” She let out a moan as he found a sensitive spot.

“Did
you love them?”

“Why
do you care?” She grasped her breasts and pinched her hard nipples as fire
coiled tightly in her belly. “Oh, Kade,” she breathed out.

He
withdrew his fingers and pierced her with a glare. “Tell me.”

“No,
don’t stop. Please. I didn’t love them. Not even a little. I swear.” Bracing
herself on her elbows, she glanced at the god of a man who had more power over
her than she ever thought possible.

His
impressive cock stood erect, arcing toward his muscled abdomen. His broad
chest, his cut features, the scars that held numerous stories--every inch of
him captivated her. She wondered what else she’d tell him in the heat of the
moment.

He
eased his fingers back into her swollen pussy, so wet her juice trickled down
past her anus. She let herself relax and fell back onto the bed. The ice from
the towel spilled next to her, stinging her skin. With her arm, she pushed it
back but was distracted by the sudden heat and heaviness of Kade’s body on top
of hers.

“Hi,”
she said startled but welcoming.

The
pale depth of his eyes answered for him as he peered down at her, only
centimeters from her face. His short dark hair clung in damp ringlets to his
forehead. His tempting lips lingered just above hers. The angle of his jaw,
chin, and nose were harsh and masculine.
God, he was gorgeous.
Ava
imagined she could stare at him for eternity and never grow bored. She couldn’t
help but wonder if he’d ever give her that option.

“Have
you ever been in love?” she dared to ask.

“Never.”
The single word sounded so definite. Infinite.

“Oh.”
Ava’s heart sank.

His
Adam’s apple fell and rose again. “Want me to get rid of this ice?”

“Umm,
sure. It’s kind of cold against my arm.” Who was she kidding? She couldn’t feel
anything but desire burning inside of her.

With
one hand he scooped the ice back onto the towel. In the process, his body moved
against hers, and Ava held back the urge to wrap her arms and legs around him
until he broke down and made love to her.

Instead,
she watched with false patience as he picked up one of the cubes and ran it
over her lips. Water melted into her mouth as she parted it for him, letting
him know she was ready for his game.

He
dipped his head and licked across the path. When he pulled away, Ava ran her
tongue over her lip to taste him. She could have sucked on his familiar
cinnamon flavor for days. He was yummy inside and out.

She
caught her breath when he maneuvered down her body, trailing the ice cube along
her neck, over her shoulder, up the curve of breast to her nipple. He circled
the bud until it hardened painfully, shooting lightning to her core. When she
thought she couldn’t take anymore, he laved his warm tongue over it.

Every
nerve in her body crackled with want. She reached to caress her breasts as he
continued hungrily lapping at her sensitive bud. Then he sucked it into his hot
mouth, so hard the pleasure was painfully good. She bucked under his touch and
jammed her fingers into his damp hair. More. God, she wanted more.

She
got her wish as he moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.
Sucking, licking, nibbling. Blurring her mind with an overwhelming need,
propelling fiery sparks to her core.

He
released her nipple and met her stare, his eyes drunk with lust. “Time to move
on.”

“Please
do,” she quipped, arching her hips toward him.

He
sat up, selected a new piece of ice, and dropped it onto her stomach.

Ava
gasped from the sudden chill against her feverish skin.

“It’s
okay, baby. I’ll make it feel better.” He pressed on the cube with his palm and
slid it over her navel. His mouth followed the path, kissing and licking her
skin.

When
he reached her trembling mound, his lips halted but his hand kept going. Over
and in, he directed the shrinking ice.

Ava
shuddered at the clash of cold on heat.

“Fuck,”
he mumbled. “It melted.” He grabbed for another cube and then paused, looking
her over as if planning his attack.

After
setting the ice next to her, he took hold of her legs and slid her to the edge
of the mattress.

Ava
wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but clamped her mouth shut, afraid
he’d waste time by answering her. Just as long as he was touching her in some
way, she was pleased...no, ecstatic.

Her
legs and half of her ass were off the bed, her feet planted on the floor. Kade
picked up the ice again and knelt down before her, out of her view.

Without
warning, she felt a cold sting on her clit. She tried to bring her legs
together, but he was in the way. He coerced them apart, as far as they could
go.

“Let
me do this.” He sounded a mile away, his voice echoing around her.

“What
is it that you’re trying to do?” Ava attempted to sit up, but he forced her
back down with one large hand.

“Just
relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” His tone was calm and tender. “Trust me. I
want to make you feel good.”

At
that, Ava lay back down and waited, staring up at the ceiling. Trust wasn’t
something that came easily to her. Not after losing her parents as a small
child or being thrown out into the world alone at the ripe age of seventeen.
And especially not after what Zack had put her through.

But
Kade was different. Somehow she could sense he’d never harm her. Never put her
in danger. After all, he had been there to help her escape from Jarred. Who
knew what could have happened if he hadn’t shown up.

Another
frosty pinch nipped at her as he stroked the ice against her clit, but this
time it was quickly followed up with the warmth and softness of his tongue. It
was odd how pain and pleasure went so well together.

He
repeated the torturous action twice more. Cold. Heat. Cold. Heat. She tensed
and relaxed under his intense workings, surprised as the sting dulled, leaving
only a delicious throbbing ache. The bliss spread from her pussy to her womb,
where warmth curled and smoldered.

She
whimpered and bit into her bottom lip. Her hands clutched onto the comforter at
her sides.

He
stared at her as he slid the ice cube lower and buried it inside her feverish
pussy. Ava gasped and covered her face with her hand. It was too much...until
his hot tongue dipped deep inside, thawing it.

He
sucked and prodded, elating her. The sound of his tongue and lips eagerly
kissing and licking as he gripped her thighs with his rough hands sent her
spiraling. Her pussy pulsed, her core singed, and her body writhed and bucked
against his ready mouth.

“Kade.
Oh God, Kade.”

“Mmm,”
he groaned and greedily consumed her, licking the juices, from her pussy to the
path it took to her sensitive anus.

Ava
cried out when he lingered there, his tongue nudging her taut entrance.

“So
good, baby.” His fingers pierced into her hips as he held her close, not
letting her go until her sobs broke off and her body settled.

When
he finally released her, he reached for something under the bed. “Don’t move.”

Ava
was so exhausted and enraptured, she didn’t argue. Whatever he wanted from her,
he could have. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would let him.

The
crinkling of a wrapper told her what he was preparing to do next. He stood up
and guided her back a few inches so her ass was fully on the mattress. Clasping
onto her calves, he pushed her legs toward her, spreading them as far apart as
her body would allow. Then he thrust his hard, thick length into her, filling
her pleading, wet pussy. So full.

In
short passes, he drove in and out repeatedly, already building a new heated
sensation deep inside her. His hips slapped against her, and she felt his balls
hitting her ass. Her thighs quivered as he hunched over her, watching her with
a dark intensity. His stomach muscles constricted with each thrust. His solid
arms held her legs.

She
wanted to feel him, to touch him, but he was too far away. She ran her fingers
over her mound and let them skim over his cock as it slid into her pussy. It
was hard and slick with her cream, a tangible reality of their passion for each
other.

“Yes,
baby, feel me fucking you. My cock driving into your tight little pussy. Does
that feel good?”

“God,
yes!” She loved him inside of her, filling her, stretching her. Her orgasm rose
to a level she’d never known existed. Her entire body was on fire, hot and
pulsing as he clenched tight to her thighs and drove in and out of her. “Oh,
Kade! Yes! Yes!”

Tears
welled in her eyes as she came hard, sparks bursting from her core and
spreading to her fingertips and toes. How could she say good-bye to him? To
this connection she’d never been able to find with another man?

He
pushed her back farther onto the bed and lay on top of her. Ava wrapped her
arms and legs around him as he drove harder and faster. After-spasms tingled
and delighted.

She
was his. All his. Her fingertips coursed down the corded muscles on his back,
felt them bunch each time he pumped into her. Hot breaths huffed beside her
ear.

“Oh,
baby, I’m going to come.” He groaned and shuddered, violently filling the latex
separating them.

Their
hearts hammered in rhythm as he stilled. The air smelled of sex, and she
nuzzled her nose into his neck, licking his salty heated skin.

Not
enough. It would never be enough.

Ava
ran her hand through his damp hair as they recovered together. She kissed his
stubbly jaw and welcomed his warm sweet breath against her cheek. It felt
natural to hold him close and adore him.

Suddenly
fatigued, she sighed and closed her eyes.

“Don’t
go to sleep yet,” he whispered into her ear. “Please.”

Her
lids were heavy, but she managed to lift them and see him brush a soft kiss to
her lips.

“Where
in the Rockies?” she heard herself ask and only wondered briefly where the
thought had come from. It was sorely obvious. She didn’t want to lose him. Not
yet.

“It’s
a cabin. Pretty remote area. Maybe I can take you there sometime.”

She
ran her fingers over his five o’clock shadow, and he leaned into her touch,
drawing in a heavy sigh. He did care for her. She could see it in his
expression. “I’d like that.” She shut her eyes again and began to drift.

“I
hope so,” she heard him say in a low voice.

* * * * *

Kade
tore himself off Ava’s unconscious body. Raw emotion was eating at him, but he
needed to stay focused.

Don’t
give in to weakness.

She
was too good for him anyway and was bound to detest him when she found out who
he really was. And that he’d drugged her so he could kidnap her. What was the
point in caring? In falling for a woman he couldn’t have? His was a life of
danger and solitude, and Ava was only a distraction.

Beautiful,
spirited and goddamn sexy...but not his to enjoy permanently.

Nor
was she Zack Moreno’s, but Kade planned on taking care of that detail when the
time came.

He
swiped the remaining melting ice onto the floor and covered her body with the
blanket so she wouldn’t get chilled before he had a chance to dress her.

How
had she ever gotten involved with the likes of Moreno? He was a lying,
deceiving, short-tempered bastard. He was a corrupt minion for an even more
corrupt Senator. And he was Kade’s current boss. Fuck him.

It
nauseated Kade to know he was about to let him close to Ava.

He
only wants to have a conversation.

That
was all Kade was going to allow. Get it over with so Ava could move on without
having to hide from the bastard. And so Kade would know she was safe.

He
wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing Ava’s life was in jeopardy. This
was one target he couldn’t deliver without knowing the outcome. Whether he
liked it or not, he cared too damn much.