Bared to You
"Move over Christian Grey, Gideon Cross has just taken over the role of favourite, bad boy tortured hero. And did I mention he's smokin' hot?"
"I tried... I really, really, really tried to not read this beautiful, sensual novel so quickly. But I. Could. Not. Put. It. Down"
"Bared to You was a fantastic read and I pleasantly found myself not wanting to put it down. From chapter one I was ensnared in this tale of passion and intense vulnerability that Ms. Day so expertly weaved. Oh, and did I mention the sex is hot? Page-meltingly hot."
"A well written and sexually charged romance with characters who have real depth . . . if you are planning to read a book with this premise then I would highly recommend Bared to You, because it's what Fifty Shades of Grey should have been"
The Book Pushers
"If you fell in love with Christian & Ana in Fifty Shades of Grey, you're going to fall in love with Gideon and Eva's story. Easy read, HOT HOT HOT sex and great story line. Any fans of Fifty Shades need to read this new series!"
Carrie I. Odell
"Sylvia Day is a magnificent storyteller and Bared to You is proof of that . . . a dark, emotionally intense, gritty, compelling, and sensually erotic novel that sucks the reader right in from the beginning and takes them on a roller coaster ride of emotions"
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Leaving my bedroom, I took the hallway to the living room. I paused on the threshold, my gaze riveted to Gideon's back as he stood in front of the windows and looked out at the city. My heart rate kicked up. His reflection revealed a contemplative mood. His gaze was unfocused and his mouth grim. His crossed arms betrayed an inherent unease, as if he were out of his element. He looked remote and removed, a man who was inherently alone.
He sensed my presence, or maybe he felt my yearning. He pivoted, then went very still. I took the opportunity to drink him in, my gaze sliding all over him. He looked every inch the powerful magnate. So sensually handsome my eyes burned just from looking at him. The rakish fall of black hair around his face made my fingers flex with the urge to touch it. And the way he looked at me... my pulse leaped. “Eva.” He came toward me, his stride graceful and strong. He caught up my hand and lifted it to his mouth. His gaze was intense- intensely hot, intensely focused.
The feel of his lips against my skin sent goose bumps racing up my arm and stirred memories of that sinful mouth on other parts of my body. I was instantly aroused. “Hi.”
Amusement warmed his eyes. “Hi, yourself. You look amazing. I can't wait to show you off”.
A limousine was waiting at the curb, and the driver opened the door when Gideon and I stepped outside. I slid across the bench seat to the opposite side and adjusted my gown. When Gideon settled beside me and the door shut, I became highly conscious of how good he smelled. I breathed him in, telling myself to relax and enjoy his company. He took my hand and ran his fingertips over the palm, the simple touch sparking a fierce lust. I shrugged off my shawl, feeling too hot to wear it.
“Eva.” He hit a button and the privacy glass behind the driver began to slide up. The next moment I was tugged across his lap and his mouth was on mine, kissing me fiercely.
I did what I'd wanted to do since I saw him in my living room: I shoved my hands in his hair and kissed him back. I loved the way he kissed me, as if he had to, as if he'd go crazy if he didn't and had nearly waited too long. I sucked on his tongue, having learned how much he liked it, having learned how much I liked it, how much it made me want to suck him elsewhere with the same eagerness.
His hands were sliding over my bare back and I moaned, feeling the prod of his erection against my hip. I shifted, moving to straddle him, shoving the skirt of my gown out of the way and making a mental note to thank my mom for the dress-which had such a convenient slit. With my knees on either side of his hips, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. I licked into his mouth, nibbled on his lower lip, stroked my tongue along his...
Gideon gripped my waist and pushed me away. He leaned into the seat back, his neck arched to look up at my face, his chest heaving. “What are you doing to me?”
I ran my hands down his chest through his dress shirt, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his muscles. My fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, my mind forming a picture of how he might look naked. “I'm touching you. Enjoying the hell out of you. I want you, Gideon.”
He caught my wrists, stilling my movements. “Later. We're in the middle of Manhattan.”
"No one can see us."
"That's not the point. It's not the time or place to start something we can't finish for hours. I'm losing my mind already from this afternoon.”
“So let's make sure we finish it now.”
His grip tightened painfully. “We can't do that here.”
“Why not?” Then a surprising thought struck me. “Haven't you ever had sex in a limo?”
“No.” His jaw hardened. “Have you?”
Looking away without answering, I saw the traffic and pedestrians surging around us. We were only inches away from hundreds of people, but the dark glass concealed us and made me feel reckless. I wanted to please him. I wanted to know I was capable of reaching into Gideon Cross, and there was nothing to stop me but him.
I rocked my hips against him, stroking myself with the hard length of his cock. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
“I need you, Gideon,” I said breathlessly, inhaling his scent, which was richer now that he was aroused. I thought I might be slightly intoxicated, just from the enticing smell of his skin. “You drive me crazy.”
He released my wrists and cupped my face, his lips pressing hard against mine. I reached for the fly of his slacks, freeing the two buttons to access the concealed zipper. He tensed.
“I need this,” I whispered against his lips. “Give me this.”
He didn't relax, but he made no further attempts to stop me either. When he fell heavily into my palms, he groaned, the sound both pained and erotic. I squeezed him gently, my touch deliberately tender as I sized him with my hands. He was so hard, like stone, and hot. I slid both of my fists up his length from root to tip, my breath catching when he quivered beneath me.
Gideon gripped my thighs, his hands sliding upward beneath the edges of my dress until his thumbs found the red lace of my thong. “Your cunt is so sweet,” he murmured into my mouth. “I want to spread you out and lick you 'til you beg for my cock.”
“I'll beg now, if you want.” I stroked him with one hand and reached for my clutch with the other, snapping it open to grab a condom.
One of his thumbs slid beneath the edge of my panties, the pad sliding through the slickness of my desire. "I've barely touched you,” he whispered, his eyes glittering up at me in the shadows of the backseat, “and you're ready for me.”
“I can't help it.&lrquo;
“I don't want you to help it.” He pushed his thumb inside me, biting his lower lip when I clenched helplessly around him. “It wouldn't be fair when I can't stop what you do to me.”
I ripped the foil packet open with my teeth and held it out to him with the ring of the condom protruding from the tear. “I'm not good with these.”
His hand curled around mine. “I'm breaking all my rules with you.” The seriousness of his low tone sent a burst of warmth and confidence through me. “Rules are made to be broken.”
I saw his teeth flash white; then he hit a button on the panel beside him and said, “Drive until I say otherwise.”
My cheeks heated. Another car's headlights pierced the dark tinted glass and slid over my face, betraying my embarrassment.
“Why, Eva,” he purred, rolling the condom on deftly. “You've seduced me into having sex in my limousine, but blush when I tell my driver I don't want to be interrupted while you do it to me?”
His sudden playfulness made me desperate to have him. Setting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I lifted onto my knees, rising to gain the height I needed to hover over the crown of Gideon's thick cock. His hands fisted at my hips and I heard a snap as he tore my panties away. The abrupt sound and the violent action behind it spurred my desire to a fever pitch.
“Go slow,” he ordered hoarsely, lifting his hips to push his pants down farther.
His erection brushed between my legs as he moved and I whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he'd given me earlier had only deepened my craving rather than appeased it.
He tensed when I wrapped my fingers around him and positioned him, tucking the wide crest against the saturated folds of my cleft. The scent of our lust was heavy and humid in the air, a seductive mix of need and pheromones that awakened every cell in my body. My skin was flushed and tingling, my breasts heavy and tender.
This was what I'd wanted from the moment I first saw him — to possess him, to climb up his magnificent body and take him deep inside me.
“God. Eva,” he gasped as I lowered onto him, his hands flexing restlessly on my thighs.
I closed my eyes, feeling too exposed. I'd wanted intimacy with him, and yet this seemed too intimate. We were eye-to-eye, only inches apart, cocooned in a small space with the rest of the world streaming by around us. I could sense his agitation, knew he was feeling as off — center as I was.
“You're so tight.” His gasped words were threaded with a hint of delicious agony.
I took more of him, letting him slide deeper. I sucked in a deep breath, feeling exquisitely stretched.