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When they know each other they have the feeling of belonging, but their past will not be easy. In what they will not have any problem is in the sex because they have a tremendous chemistry. The name of the book not only has to do with physical nudity which exists in excess in the book but how Eva presents herself to Gideon and teaches him everything that she is and tells him about her past.
It's an erotic book, but with an interesting story. Hot, passionate and totally addictive read. The chemistry between Eva and Gideon, explodes on the page. They are made for each other. They're not perfect, as they have their own issues to deal with. But as they work themselves through it, you'll be taken on an emotional ride like no other. Wow, what a ride! Gideon If you want a great story with a lot of heat, you can't go wrong with this book.
Loved it! View all 54 comments. Aug 23, Jessica Edwards rated it liked it Shelves: What to say? Bared to you centers around Eva Tramell, a twenty four year old woman who is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse.
Eva finds it extremely hard at times to overcome this past, but she is drawn to young, billionaire Gideon Cross as soon as she meets him. It is later revealed in the book that Gideon is also a childhood sexual abuse survivor. The two must find a way to heal each other in order to move on from their pasts and establish a healthy romantic relationship.
I used to love What to say? I used to love reading books about hot men who are playboys, but if I'm being honest, it now bores me because this kind of story is being repeated all the time.
I've actually had enough! Like I want something different for once! Not the same thing being repeated multiple freaking times! Can you tell I'm frustrated with this!?
In this book, when I saw that a sex scene was coming up, I skipped all the pages and sighed to myself saying, 'Yup, another one. And with this series I thought after Entwined with you The men in these series really have a problem, like how many times do you need to get laid I don't know maybe I'm just not in the mood to read this kind of genre anymore View all 5 comments. In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You.
As far as I can judge, Bared to You is a sensitive topic because it's already related to Fifty. Frankly, it's not my intention to start a turmoil by writing a negative review. When I'm reviewing a book I want to be able to write about my feelings. I want to be honest, and a review should always reflect my emotions why I didn't like a book.
Naturally it's the same the other way In order not to step on anyone's toes or hurt anyone's feelings I won't rate Bared to You. Naturally it's the same the other way round. With that said, I'm trying to write my reviews in an open and respectable manner. I know this is not always possible--sometimes we get out of line. We all know that tastes and opinions tend to differ. And that's all right--that's the beauty of books. Bared to You did not work at all for me for numerous reasons. My rating would have been very low and I'll be honest when I'm gonna say that my review would have been the opposite of flattering.
Even though I'm happy for those readers who loved the book, I demand that you respect my point of view as well when I say this was a bad book for me. Needless to say that I don't get the hype. Funny thing is while reading Bared to You I never got the Fifty vibes. Bared to You is a different book but I didn't like it all the same. Personally, I think the book benefits in a major way of the fact that many readers have rec'd it to Fifty devotees.
Again, it's all right and it's nothing that will compromise my reading life in a severe way. Anyone who is seriously interested to know why the story didn't work for me may send me a message, and I will outline my issues.
Kristen Ashley has written something very beautiful. I borrowed it from her book Golden Trail: We get to take what we want out of them and it can be different for everyone. You get a good one, you may even find what you need. Anyway, I'm off to the next one. Bared to You was kindly provided by NetGalley. View all 68 comments. Oh well, it is what it is, right? Here are my thoughts about Bared to You.
While I agree, the writing was much more polished, I was surprised at how similar the stories are and how unremarkable this one is overall. And sadly, as in the Fifty books, Eva, the heroine in this story, has completely emasculated him, in my opinion. Another issue I have with this story is a sex scene towards the end that just didn't add up.
To avoid spoilers I won't go into details, but will just say it was too soon, too wrong for their circumstances, and not sexy considering said circumstances. Unfortunately, I found Bared to You to be so similar to Fifty Shades of Grey that rather than enjoy this story, I kept being distracted and annoyed by the similarities.
The bottom line: The most disappointing part of this story is that I know what Sylvia Day is capable of, and it's better than this. It's almost as though she and her friends were sitting around bashing Fifty and someone dared her to write the same story, but better. Well, it's the same story, just not 'better. I can't empathize the anal rape of a boy and its effect on the man.
I am not an expert, but I have personal experience with abuse. The abused all come out different, react differently and are affected, differ Warning: The abused all come out different, react differently and are affected, differently. That said, what cajones of this author to deal with such issues. Eva Trammell is an extremely jealous woman who has abuse issues and finds herself deeply, sexually attracted to Gideon Cross in an elemental and, purely, raw way.
Of course, Eva must fight this, as this kind of behavior is borderline the same behavior of the tormentor from her past, who abused her. But homegirl doesn't hold out long, and soon Eva and Cross are going at it. But wait, not to forget that in some way which, annoyingly, is never revealed Gideon is as much a survivor of raw abuse as Eva, and his trauma affects him in his sleep, which makes it dangerous for Eva to sleep with him.
Enough issues for you yet? How about this? These two are convinced they love each other, but the minute Eva gets deeper into Cross's life, his past affairs and his society, she runs or breaks down at the first sign of trouble. And every time this happens, there's the chase, except the one time when we get the sense that Gideon Cross has something hidden that makes him too ashamed of himself to keep his pursuit.
Further, add in secondary characters of a similarly traumatized gay best friend who takes out his frustrations in orgies, the techy, stalker mom and her filthy rich I-know-everything husband.
There's more, and there's not. The story ends with no resolution or epiphanies I wanted Going to therapy is mentioned but never highlighted. It is just Eva and her equally-issued paramour still hanging on to each other, survivors of mental destruction.
Hence, therapy, decision-making and some much needed interventions! Potential headnod for the possible redemption in character development and plot direction that could be taken just from the abuse and reparation aspect alone. Maybe not LOL Update: June view spoiler [, I tried the second book.
Still, no dice.
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This series is not for me. To each his or her own. View all 23 comments. Feb 13, Clumsy Storyteller rated it it was ok Shelves: Re-read it recently and couldn't believe that this was one of my favorites 2 years ago.
View all 38 comments. I need that for this couple! Coming October is the second installment and I can hardly wait. Deeper in You. View all 37 comments. Bared to you book 1. Follow them through sky-high ups and rock-bottom lows as their relationship is tested with demons from their pasts, envy, jealousy, secrets and lies. Yet their biggest obstacles will always come from within.
Books in the Crossfire series must be read in order: Book 1: Bared to You Book 2: Reflected in You Book 3: Entwined with You Book 4: Captivated by You Book 5: One with You Bared to you book 1 , follows Gideon and Eva from their first meeting.
Upon meeting Eva, Gideon has a singular goal and a very straight forward approach: Their budding romance is electrifying, beautifully depicted with plenty of sinfully steamy sex scenes.
But they are wounded souls with much to overcome; vindictive villains, surprises and shockers. Their against-all-odds love was just as spellbinding to read this third time around. Book 1 does not have a cliff-hanger ending, instead is leads you right to book 2 for the continuation of their saga. Gideon Cross is my ultimate hero. His combination of larger-than life personality and uncanny good looks; enigmatic and elusive; intense and in-control; broken and flawed; ruthless and unyielding, yet when it came to his Eva vulnerable, relentless and human.
He was the kind of guy who made a woman want to rip his shirt open and watch the buttons scatter along with her inhibitions. I looked at him in his civilized, urbane, outrageously expensive suit and thought of raw, primal, sheet-clawing fucking.
Unforgettable, intense, ruthless, enigmatic, dominant and captivating. Like it or not, but Eva Tramell is everything Gideon needed. Five words to describe Eva: Endearing, needy, tenacious, smart and fragile. In my humble opinion likely to become one of the best love stories of all times!
Would I re-read this series: Would I read future books by this author: View all 73 comments. This Review is a Warning Label and a Rave! I was going to edit this to tone down the snark factor, but it still felt right the next day, so I am keeping it. Note to those who hate erotica, are disgusted by the Fifty series, think Fifty was a psychopath because he was possessive, This Review is a Warning Label and a Rave!
Please do not read this book. You will likely find all kinds of things to dislike about this book as well and will trash it in your reviews also. So again, I would like to encourage you not to read it in the first place really tempted to add the word, "duh" here.
Even if this book becomes sooooo popular that you feel "compelled" to read it because of the "hype". Even then. Don't do it. Trust me. I know, I know But stay calm. Control yourself. Don't let your twitchy finger hit that one-click just yet! You know, I'm trying to help you avoid that thing you did with Fifty when you read it and HATED it- exactly the way you knew you were going to when you read the other reviews that described, in detail, all the kinds of things you would hate about it ahead of time You know?
So let me be clear: My warning is for the readers who made the decision to read the Fifty series based on 5-star reviews and popularity who moved out of their genre, taste or reading level to do that. Then they trashed it. Trashing a book because it is out of your taste range and deals with subject matter you would normally find toxic or unappealing is redonk behavior. Okay, that said, let's move on the raving portion of our program: As I mentioned, Bared to You is amazing, gripping, and sexy.
It is clearly a nod to Fifty and distills that series which was hugely flawed as it was written by an amateur, neophyte author and re-works it into a polished, well-paced, engaging story with a similar, but unique storyline. The writing here is excellent.
Not because it's poetic or lush or any of that, but because it is clean and efficient and didn't get in my way, ever. The story and characters are the stars of the show. They are riveting.
The narrative is about two very flawed, emotionally scarred people, both victims of childhood sexual abuse and explores their process of working out the emotional and relational "issues" that arise as they participate in this highly-charged, sexual relationship with one another.
The characters feel co-dependent at times and things get pretty intense and cra-cra several times. If you need your characters to be good boys and girls, to remain emotionally stable throughout the narrative and to never pose a risk to the other at any time or ever engage in unstable behavior, stay away.
That said, the characters do not tie each other up he may tell her to hold onto something and not let go a few times, but he never binds her and they do not physically punish one another well, except the mighty slap.
Just sayin'. Can't wait for the next book! As reviewed for: People were going crazy over it! I was hooked in the first chapter. Eva Tramell, a 24 year old new graduate has moved to New York City with her best friend, Cary a bisexual man to be closer to her mom and stepfather. She has a new job in the Crossfire Building at an advertising agency.
The day before she starts her new job, she stops Update: The day before she starts her new job, she stops by the office and literally crashes into Gideon Cross, who at years old, is a billionaire business mogul, owner of the building she works in and the most gorgeous man Eva has ever laid eyes on. It borders on unhealthy and crosses over that line a time or two. He has women that he sleeps with and women that are his friends and never the twain shall meet.
Eva is not opposed to a friends with benefits arrangement, but wants a little more than a business transaction. So begins the chase. Eva tries to hold out, but Gideon uses every one of his considerable resources to win her over.
This borders on stalking which really bothers Eva because her mother is already ignoring the boundaries Eva has set in her life. Eventually Gideon wins her over. But both Eva and Gideon have serious issues to overcome. But both Gideon and Eva become quickly and fiercely devoted to one other. But they are both aware of their own flaws and try hard to work on them.
There is serious family drama on both sides and both characters make major relationship mistakes. Eva works hard at not running when things become difficult and admits to being very jealous and possessive and even uses it to try to warn Gideon away in the beginning. This book was just incredible. The sex was so hot and the relationship was so juicy that I just had to know what was coming next!
Definite recommended read. Initial assessment: This book was so hot. There was so much emotional angst, I felt it physically.
I can't wait for the sequel. I know a lot of people are comparing this to Ifty Shades, but I like the heroine in this book more.
A lot more. She stronger, sexual and a little broken, but so is Gideon. I thought view spoiler [ when the rape almost happened in Gideon's sleep, it could be weirdly cathartic for them. I get why not, but still, I thought the author was going there. View all 36 comments. I should have known better; I tried to read this months ago and almost threw my site across the room where, oh where is my "wallbanger by proxy" paperback when I need it?!
To be kind, let me just say the "similarities" to FSOG were just too much for me. Well, since then, even more FSOG rip-offs sorry, homages have been released, and I've made the mistake of reading those too.
I've got so many young, hot, gazillionaire dominants, wussy, clumsy "oh I'm not beautiful" heroines, messed up roommates male, female, straight and otherwise fucked up parents, traumatic childhoods, impossibly successful careers, spankings, cunnilingus, drenched slits, beautiful cocks, and endless bouts of shower sex running around in my head I can't keep ANY of these fucking books straight anymore.
The biggest thing this subgenre had going for it, and the reason I was sure it would eventually go the way of other "of the moment" books, was that they are all being written by unknown first-time authors. Self-pubs, too. These silly books won't be here 2 years from now, I figured. There's still hope for us. Of course, the writing is better - more polished, and you can tell that someone who can actually write has done this - but the story is the same.
Same, same, SAME. So much the same that for anyone who has read that stupid book that started it all it is jarring.
What's even worse is that about a third of the way through the book it veers away from the FSOG checklist and becomes sort of it's own story. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long, and what is even more disappointing is that it becomes almost an "opposite" FSOG. It's like the author took the that book, then deliberately made her book opposite. But she won't KNOW she is.
Yeah, yeah, that's it! No one will know! The first thought is self-explanatory. The second is probably going to get me in trouble. I can't help it. That's what really has a bug up my ass. If you want to have a go at the trope, be my guest. But don't try to feed me a line of hooey about how you published yours first. Now, that takes us right back to when we visited last April for a few minutes. Tell us what happened? Yeah, well I think it struck a chord with readers and it struck that chord because it was personal to me.
It was written just for myself, with only myself in mind. Had I written it for a traditional publisher, there are some elements in there that they might have toned down or not included so it could be considered as commercial as they need. I think readers responded to the rawness, though. There really is no way to respond to that.
If people take the time to look at when things are released, how long it takes to write a book, things like that. They would understand it would be impossible.
Anyone who reads romance knows that there are particular tropes that are common and these two books do share some of those tropes. If someone has only read these two books, then I understand how they could get them mixed up but once they start reading more and more romance books, they will find that there are a lot of tortured millionaire heroes, a lot of heroines who have just graduated from college Personal to you in that you figured you could build a better widget, you mean.
Oh, and I love this one: C'mon, lady. Don't think your self-pub was out yet. That's just sloppy. I call bullshit. And her answers make me think she thinks I'm not smart enough to figure out she's bullshitting me. Whoa, sorry about that. My brain hurts from re-reading that sentence. Ok, now I'm just really pissed off. I will NOT be reading any more of this series. I am SO disappointed in her. Rant over. View all 46 comments.
DNFed half way through. When the hero takes the heroine to his love shack hotel room filled with love toys where he's had many women in the past, I decided this book wasn't for me.
There's no emotional connection between the hero and heroine, just sex and more sex. Also the writing seems disjointed and stilted at times. Had a hard time following.
Seems way too much like Fifty Shades and makes me think the author jumped on the Fifty Shades bandwagon. View all 22 comments. I'm deducting the star I added for the erotic encounter that I mistakenly thought was original because I've just read the scene in Fifty Shades Darker that, um, "inspired" Ms Day the copycat.
Touted as the 50SOG for the more discriminating romance reader, I say Ms Day probably shouldn't believe her own PR.
Eva and Gideon are the glitterati of Manhattan, impossibly wealthy and beautiful. Sadly, they fight and have jealous snits, generally behaving like high schoolers in a tediously predictable pattern. The make up sex is frequent and over the top. Their love is the greatest most neediest emo love ever, so special that Gideon can't even say "I love you" because it's just not enough to convey the depth of his all-consuming passion.
Greatest most specialist love evah. But no Do I think the author used childhood sexual abuse as a cheap shortcut to make her characters more sympathetic? Why yes, yes I do. I'm tempted to give one additional star for chapter 16 in which they briefly behave and converse like adults but in the next chapter those darn kids go back to breaking up and making up.
Chapter 16 also boasts the only truly inventive and original erotic encounter in the book. Very hot and imaginative so I tacked on the extra star for a sex scene I won't soon forget. I haven't read 50 and don't plan to. I have read enough to know that this book is a blatant knockoff.
I can't imagine this book setting the world on fire the way a book written by an outsider to the world of NY publishing has. I wish they'd all move outside the box and dare to be different.
It would be more productive than making fun of that Brit who did set the world on fire. View all 28 comments. No one. There are a handful of authors that can get a 5 part series commitment from me here's looking at you Leigh Bardugo;Brandon Sanderson; S.
Abby , sadly, Sylvia Day is not one of them. Ergo, I'm DNFing this baby. Gideon and Eva are the epitome of everything I dislike about rich angsty book characters.
Shallow and immature with no redeeming factors. Aaaannd, I'm out. View all 11 comments. I know Bared to You is closely compared to Fifty Shades of Grey, and even I was having some sort of deja vu at first because of how similar these two book were to each other. For one, Gideon Cross is times more Mr. Dangerous and Sexy than Christian Grey. Years after I've read Fifty Shades, I can even say that Christian Grey isn't even hot, sexy, handsome, or any of the above.
Maybe it's just years of maturing and realizing or maybe Jamie Dornan just screwed up a character that's beyond "fifty shades of fucked up". But enough about Christian and more about Gideon.
Even though I think that Gideon was dangerously sexy, he still had things going on about him that irked me. Two of the worst possible qualities a significant other can possess.
It's okay to be possessive and let others know that you are in a relationship with your SO, but gah. He took things too far at times and left me cringing.
On top of that, he was going full-on stalker. Digging up personal info, making duplicate key copies, having Eva followed, and many more examples. Sometimes it came off as protective and done out of good intentions, other times I was just screaming at the book begging for Eva to run the other way. In a way, his stalker tendencies weren't too much of a big deal but geez give a girl some privacy and space.
As for Eva, she was likable. I enjoyed her character especially more than "innocent" Anastasia Steele but she did get irritating at times. I could see where she was coming from in certain situations but other times Eva got too dramatic and stirred up problems for no good reason.
I understand. We get jealous. It happens. But don't start running just so the guy can come running after you, which was exactly what was going on in Bared to You.
More than once, I might add. Their relationship was hot and enticing, especially in the beginning but for every sexy moment they had, there was a rollercoaster ride of tug-a-war emotions flying all over the place. They were hot one second and cold the next.
It got pretty annoying. But when things were going good, their relationship was actually great and I found myself rooting for them. I could already tell that I have so much more ahead of me that's coming in this series and even though this isn't the strongest series starter nor the best love story I've read about, I'm pretty intrigued about these books. I'm curious as to what happened to Gideon Cross and why it turned him into the man that he is now. We have yet to see View all 15 comments.
This is approximately times better than That Other Book! Similar themes, but with better characters, better writing, better plotting, better sex, and minus the degradation. View all 4 comments. DO NOT read this book if you ARE a huge fangirl of 50 Shades and thought that book was the best thing ever. The only thing you will do is compare the two books the entire time and convince yourself and try to convince everyone else why 50 shades is better. READ this book if you You liked 50 shades but only because of the sex scenes.
Are curious about this type of erotica but never read 50 Shades. View all 18 comments. Gideon to Eva in "Bared to You" I liked it! I really, really liked it!!!
Well done! And the lead characters presented a mature and knowledgeable persona. I won't bother repeating the plot summary since it has been covered very well by other reviewers. Suffice it to say that this one will add an extra dose of spice to the reading list. Gideon and Eva certainly provide just that and wonderfully so. Their story is compelling, moving and hypnotic.
Although sad and hurtful in many ways, there is magic in their newly-found relationship. Although both characters are strong-willed and intelligent, as well as beautiful individuals, they each carry heavy burdens with troubled pasts. The road to happily-ever-after may be a bit bumpy for these two. And October is a long way off before we get another peek at Gideon and Eva. Inky black hair framed a breathtaking face His bone structure would make a sculptor weep with joy, while a finely etched mouth, a blade of a nose and intensely blue eyes made him savagely gorgeous.
It brought sex to mind. Extraordinary sex. I thought for a moment he might make me orgasm just by talking long enough. I inhaled sharply. Both of which had me taking an involuntary step back. I need to know what's standing in my way, if anything. Two very damaged people, both trying to recover from a brutal childhood, who are unable to resist the intense attraction they feel for the very first moment they meet.
Their romance is intense, emotional and sexually charged I felt unsure at times whether I liked this book or not. Yes, there were some things I loved but then there were other things that drove me up the wall And then - Gideon!!! Please can you make up your mind I want you Eva Yes, yes, I understand Okay, I am interested in this series. I did like the story line. And I am going to continue reading it View all 16 comments. I loved this story. For the Fifty and Beautiful Disaster lovers out there, you will love this book because it has a very similar feel and flow to it.
A hopelessly flawed hero, Gideon, and heroine, Eva, enter into a relationship eclipsed by false starts, petty jealousies, misunderstandings, and bruised trust. The story was beautifully written from Eva's POV but the angst of both characters and their associates was palpable throughout the entire book.
In Bared to You, Eva's view spoiler [ sexual I loved this story. In Bared to You, Eva's view spoiler [ sexual abuse from her stepbrother is revealed. We are provided with clear clues that Gideon has also been sexually abused and we can glean that it occurred in his mothers home. However, we are given no additional details in this story. Just that is is severely flawed.
I loved the depth of the characters, primary and secondary. Cary is also so drastically flawed emotionally and sexually that you root for him and Trey to make it and are sadly disappointed when Cary's bi-insatiability causes them to break up.
Day definitely wrote a highly emotionally charged story. This book will most likely be part of a triadic series, and the next book Deeper in You is slated to come out sometime in October.
Visit The BookChick Blog View all 3 comments. Another series that has been sitting lost on my site. I'm literally probably the last one that hasn't read this series so I'm keeping this short. If you haven't been invited to read this, here is your invite. I fell in love again today, with a goddamn man that drives me crazy, makes me shake my site, makes me squirm in my chair, and has me talking to myself while sitting in a Another series that has been sitting lost on my site.
I fell in love again today, with a goddamn man that drives me crazy, makes me shake my site, makes me squirm in my chair, and has me talking to myself while sitting in a corner reading my book. But his beauty makes it worth it. And to be honest, I am too. View all 31 comments.
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YA Buddy Readers' How strong his shoulders were. He gestured toward a black leather sofa. The sooner we work this out, the sooner we can both get back to business. Now, sit down. He dropped me on my butt, then sat next to me. He contemplated me with narrowed eyes. So what do you want—exactly? Seduction, Eva? Do you want to be seduced? And, yes, tempted. It was hard not to be while faced with such a gorgeous, virile male so determined to get hot and sweaty with me.
Still, the dismay won out. Why even call it a fuck? My awareness of him heightened to a physically painful degree. His earthy amusement made him less sex god and more human. Flesh and blood. I pushed to my feet and backed out of reach. Friendly even.
With mutual respect at the very least. You want me to blur that line. When he stepped close enough, it surrounded me, closing me in with him. Everything outside that bubble ceased to exist, while inside it my entire body strained toward his. God, he smelled good. His powerful frame radiated heat and hunger, spurring my own wild desire for him.
I wanted him. But he was no good for me. Honestly, I could screw up my life on my own. He was as aroused as I was, his cock hard and thick against my lower back.
I had almost no room to breathe. He stared, his gaze searingly intense. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own. He pushed away from the door. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender.
My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the couch was against my back. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down.
Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready. Someone was behind him. I had a nightmare vision in my head of what I must look like.
And I was late getting back to work. Leave me alone. Then he pulled down my skirt, smoothing it with calm, expert hands. We reached the door at the same time, and when I crouched to fetch my purse, he lowered with me. He caught my chin, forcing me to look at him. I was aroused and mad and thoroughly embarrassed. I jerked my chin away. I want you so badly it hurts.
In fact, the rawness of his hunger for me was a serious aphrodisiac. Clutching the strap of my purse, I stood on shaky legs.
I needed to get away from him. And, when my workday was done, I needed to be alone with a big glass of wine. Cross stood with me. I set my hand over his and yanked on the handle, ducking under his arm to squeeze out the door. His secretary shoved quickly to his feet, gaping, as did the woman and two men who were waiting for Cross.
I heard him speak behind me. Not wanting to make a scene, I waited until we were by the elevators to pull away. He stood calmly and hit the call button. Tell me when, then. I shivered. Take a couple days to think. I had a late lunch with Mr. I just barely got back myself. My kickass Friday morning seemed to have happened days ago. But since I was still feeling shitty about my overly long lunch, I considered it penance and answered.
It drove me nuts and it also broke my heart. Thank you. Petersen say about you tracing my phone? Petersen knows I worry about you. Is your boss treating you well? The good ones always are. I loved it when she was happy. I wished she were happy more often. And I know Cary will love it. My mother was rarely distracted for long. I answered with my usual greeting, but it lacked its usual punch. Still taste you. Nothing is coming to mind. But I do have some friendly advice.
Go spend time with a woman who salivates at your feet and makes you feel like a god. Fuck her until neither of you can walk. Dark and Dangerous for sure. In the interim, tell me what you do like. I have a date with my vibrator. Plus, I was having fun with him. What will it take to talk you into a threesome with B. Good night, Gideon. Grudgingly, I thought of Gideon Cross, who preferred to strip all intimacy out of the most intimate act I could imagine.
He was about my age, I guessed. Average height and nicely muscular. He had unruly blond hair, soft hazel eyes, and a nose that had clearly been broken at some point. I went to the wine fridge and pulled out a random bottle. Trey shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, talking quietly with Cary as I uncorked and poured. Classes will resume a week from Monday. It never ceased to amaze me how much cooperation money could download. Your driver has the schedule.
See you then. Do you have time for pizza Wednesday night? Spill it, Eva. You looked stressed. How did you two meet? In an old-school way. He seemed great, and he obviously digs you. Is he studying photography? But forget about Trey for a minute.
Get it out. Never even crossed my mind. And meet with Dr. Turn it over to her shrink. Do you still love it? Come on, Eva. What happened? I wanted his take on it all. I lifted my head to look at him, and found him bright-eyed and biting his lip. What are you thinking?
Just tell him what you want. What did I want? Aside from the obvious? Boil it down. Even a guy I take home from a bar has more going for him than that. Come here often? What are you drinking? Like to dance? Do you work around here? I get it. Hit a bar.
His clothes—black jeans and turtleneck—were more upscale, which intrigued me. What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us.
I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising. Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I did. The line to get in was long, extending down the street and around the corner. We were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. Enjoy your evening.
Hanging out with my best girl and crushing on a new hunk in my life. Paired with black leather pants and spiked wristlets, it made him look sexy and wild. I tried to think of a way I could help.
Two guys stopped by our table. I glanced at Cary, and then back at the guys. They looked like brothers and they were very attractive. Nice to meet you. I seriously thought about it.
I watched them all go, my heart racing. My gaze slid over him. I loved the look on him and was attracted to the softness it gave him, even though I knew it was only an illusion. He was a hard man in a lot of ways. That he wanted to skip past the getting-to-know-you stage and jump straight into bed? So damn sexy. Is that a general like of the overall package? Or just the clothes? Only the sweater?
Bared to You
I looked away. It was a lot easier talking about masturbation over the phone. Doing it while squirming under that piercing blue stare was mortifying. I glared at him, even though I was mad at myself for caring either way. I own this club, Eva. A pretty waitress set two pinkish-colored iced drinks in square tumblers on the table. Two Stoli Elit and cranberries. Can I get you anything else?
My nerves tingled. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. All the chaotic emotion and energy that had been writhing around inside me abruptly became too much to contain. Shocked by the fury of my reaction, I wrenched away, gasping.
Gideon followed, nuzzling the side of my face, his lips brushing over my ear. Setting his drink down, he shifted on the sofa and drew a knee up onto the cushion between us so that he faced me directly.
Your credit card popped and your drinks were recorded. And Cary Taylor is listed on the rental agreement for your apartment. No way.
My cell phone. My credit card.
My fucking apartment. Between my mother and Gideon, I felt claustrophobic. I pounded it, draining the tumbler. My stomach churned for a moment, then settled. He took my glass and set it aside, then warmed my chilled hands with his.
Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink? I could hear the blood rushing past my eardrums. Not for what you used it for! That has to violate some kind of privacy law. Is that so fucking hard for people to do nowadays? And he was crazy rich, which made even old, bald, and paunchy guys attractive. His gaze darted over my face. Because of me? I arranged it. So why do it? Why not wait until Monday lunch? A problem? I knew that was a lot of the appeal for him.
Clearly, those were a sticking point with him. You separate it from friendship, work. Okay, here are my thoughts. My job is priority number one and my personal life— as a single woman—is a close second.
Have it with me. I shoved his shoulder. As bizarre as this conversation must be for him, Gideon was taking it seriously. I feel devalued. A sizzling, predatory glimmer sparked in his eyes as I bared my weakness for him.
I need an equal exchange in my sexual relationships. Or to have the upper hand. Tell me how to get around it. What was that for? And incite. In self-defense, I tugged my hand back to my lap. All right? His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
Bared to You
His hands slid down to cup the backs of my thighs. Squeezing gently, he tugged me just a little bit closer. His tongue wet his lips in an action so carnal and suggestive I could almost feel the caress on my skin. An unwelcome ache developed in my chest and I rubbed at it. Because I wanted him enough to take a calculated risk and break my own rules. I took comfort in knowing he was breaking some of his own, too.
After a long, hot shower, I made my way into the living room and found Cary on the couch with his netbook, looking fresh and alert. He pointed at a box on the end table. As I studied the gift, I found it very apt. I was in uncharted territory that was both exciting and scary. I glanced at Cary, who eyed the bottle dubiously. It tasted like sickly sweet cough syrup. My stomach quivered in distaste for a moment and then heated. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shoved the cork back into the empty bottle.
I already felt a little steadier. On the back Gideon had written Call me in bold slashing penmanship and jotted down a number. I took the card, curling my hand around it. His gift was proof that he was thinking about me. His tenacity and focus were seductive. There was no denying I was in trouble where Gideon was concerned.
I craved the way I felt when he touched me, and I loved the way he responded when I touched him back. No strings, no expectations, no responsibilities. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was ten thirty. Of the goddess persuasion. The doorman smiled as we stepped outside—me in heeled sandals and a maxi dress, and Cary in hip-hugging jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt.
Will you need a cab today? She enjoyed it so much I plan to make it a tradition. Crossing the entrance threshold was like taking a vacation on the far side of the world. Every arched doorway was framed by lushly vibrant striped silks, while jeweled pillows decorated elegant chaises and oversized armchairs. Small decorative fountains added the sounds of running water, while stringed instrumental music was piped into the room via cleverly hidden speakers.
Stanton, have you met Gideon Cross? He knew damn well my mom went nuts over any news about my romantic—and not-so-romantic, as the case may be— relationships. My mother, who sat in the chair on the other side of me, leaned forward with her usual girlish excitement over a rich, handsome man. How could you not tell me something like that? Clearly the latter won out with you.
By the time my massage appointment came around, I was in desperate need of one. I stretched out on the table and closed my eyes, preparing to take a catnap to get through the long night ahead. I loved dressing up and looking pretty as much as the next girl, but charity functions were a lot of work.
I sighed. Who was I fooling? Taking a deep breath, I consciously relaxed. I made a mental note to call my dad when I got home and thought about how to send a thank-you note to Gideon for the hangover cure. I supposed I could e-mail him using the contact info on his business card, but that lacked class. Why not? The door opened and the masseuse came in. You ready? But I was getting there.
I used the time alone to call Gideon. How did he have my name and number in his contact list? Call the desk, Eva. Somewhat dazed, I went to the intercom and talked to the front desk, letting them know I was expecting him, and while I was talking, he walked into the lobby.
A few moments after that, he was at my door. It was then that I remembered I was dressed in only a thigh-length silk robe, and my face and hair were styled for the dinner. What kind of impression would he get from my appearance?
I tightened the belt of my robe before I let him in. Gideon stood in the hallway for a long moment, his gaze raking me from my head down to my French-manicured toes. I was equally stunned by his appearance. The way he looked in worn jeans and a T-shirt made me want to undress him with my teeth. Thanks to you. You look beautiful, Eva. Way too vulnerable. I checked, knowing your mother would be there. There was a dangerous purr to his voice that sent a shiver through me.
I could feel the warmth of his big, hard body and smell the richly masculine scent of his skin. I was falling under his spell, deeper with every minute that passed. His tongue did that slow, savoring licking that made me long to feel him doing the same between my legs. My hands went to his hair, sliding through it, tugging. When he wrapped his arms around me, I arched, curving into his hands.
Oh, God. My gaze darted frantically to the clock on the cable box. His other hand continued to plump my breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive. Plush and pink. So soft. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around him. How long has it been since the last time you were fucked? I had my thesis, then job hunting and moving. I was near mindless with the need for an orgasm. Gideon was breathing hard, too.
For me. His hand at my breast moved to my cheek and brushed over it. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you.
In that moment he owned me. And he knew it. Searing pleasure pulsed through me. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I heard him speak hoarsely, but I lost the words when he hooked one of my legs over the back of the couch and covered my cleft with his mouth. Then his tongue speared into me and I bit my lip to bite back a scream. I came a second time, my body quaking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around his decadent licking.
His growl vibrated through me. I was boneless as he straightened my leg and still breathless when he pressed kisses up my belly to my breasts. He licked each of my nipples, then hauled me up with his arms banded around my back. I hung lax and pliable in his grip while he took my mouth with suppressed violence, bruising my lips and betraying how close to the edge he was. He closed my robe, then stood, staring down at me. I caught you. I missed my father. Now his home in Oceanside was the entire country away.
But you need to make sure you have some downtime, too. Go out, be young, have fun. But not too much fun. Cary and I went clubbing, and I woke up with a mean hangover. As much as I miss SoCal, Manhattan is really awesome. Beautiful, charming, and obsessivecompulsive. I thought my dad might still love my mom. That was one of the reasons I never told him about what happened to me. What are your plans for the rest of the weekend? Sleeping in late, hanging out in my pajamas all day, maybe some movies and food delivery of some sort.
Be careful at work, okay? I worry about you, too. Bye, baby. You just got a new one when you moved. Be good. I sat for a few moments in the ensuing silence, feeling like everything was right in my world, which never lasted long.
I brooded on that for minute; then Cary cranked up Hinder on his bedroom stereo and that kicked my butt into gear. I hurried to my room to get ready for a night with Gideon. Dressed in his new Brioni tux, he was both debonair and dashing, and certain to attract attention. It hung on one shoulder, cut diagonally across my cleavage, had ruching to the hip, and then split at my right upper thigh all the way down my leg. Otherwise, the back was bared to just above the crack of my butt in a racy V-cut.
In his own way, Cary could give Gideon a run for his money. The intercom buzzed and I jumped, making me realize how nervous I was. I looked at Cary. They love me. And you landed him. Enjoy yourself. Pushing onto my tiptoes, I kissed his cheek. I love you. Take your time. Oh, Gideon. The image broke my heart. His mother went on to marry Christopher Vidal, a music executive, and had two more children, Christopher Vidal Jr. I saw that my mom had been right—they were all brunettes.
The woman who appeared with him most often bore the hallmarks of a Hispanic heritage. She was taller than me, willowy rather than curvy. I knew that all the answers I wanted were waiting for me in the next room. Leaving my bedroom, I took the hallway to the living room. My heart rate kicked up. 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. And the way he looked at me. He caught up my hand and lifted it to his mouth. His gaze was intense— intensely hot, intensely focused. I was instantly aroused. You look amazing. I tucked your gloss into your clutch. He pulled my hair out from underneath it and the feel of his hands at my neck so distracted me, I barely paid attention when Cary pushed my gloves into my hands.
The elevator ride to the lobby was an exercise in surviving acute sexual tension. Not that Cary seemed to notice. He was on my left with both hands in his pockets, whistling. Gideon, on the other hand, was a tremendous force on the other side of me. My skin tingled from the magnetic pull between us, and my breath came short and fast. I was relieved when the doors opened and freed us from the enclosed space. Two women stood waiting to get on. Their jaws dropped when they saw Gideon and Cary, and that lightened my mood and made me smile.
In contrast, Gideon gave a curt nod and led me out with a hand at the small of my back, skin to skin. The contact was electric, sending heat pouring through me. See you in a bit. 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.
I shoved my hands in his hair and kissed him back. 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. Enjoying the hell out of you. I want you, Gideon. 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 thought I might be slightly intoxicated, just from the enticing smell of his skin. He tensed. 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. One of his thumbs slid beneath the edge of my panties, the pad sliding through the slickness of my desire. The abrupt sound and the violent action behind it spurred my desire to a fever pitch.
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. I closed my eyes, feeling too exposed. We were eye-to-eye, only inches apart, cocooned in a small space with the rest of the world streaming by around us. I took more of him, letting him slide deeper. I sucked in a deep breath, feeling exquisitely stretched.
Everything in my core tightened and clenched, sucking him deeper. Opening my eyes, I looked at him from under heavy eyelids. He was so beautiful sprawled beneath me in his elegant tuxedo, his powerful body straining with the primal need to mate. Sweat misted my skin. He was so deep I could hardly stand it, forcing me to shift from side to side, trying to ease the unexpected bite of discomfort. It was rippling around him, squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm.
Gideon cursed and gripped my hip with his free hand, urging me to lean backward as his chest heaved with frantic breaths. The position altered my descent and I opened, accepting all of him. Immediately his body temperature rose, his torso radiating sultry heat through his clothes.
Sweat dotted his upper lip. Leaning forward, I slid my tongue along the sculpted curve, collecting the saltiness with a low murmur of delight.
His hips churned impatiently. I lifted carefully, sliding up a few inches before he stopped me with that ferocious grasp on my hip. I lowered, taking him into me again, feeling an oddly luscious soreness as he pushed just past my limits.
Our eyes locked on each other as the pleasure spread from the place where we connected. It struck me then that we were both fully clothed except for the most private and intimate parts of our bodies. I found that excruciatingly carnal, as were the sounds he made, as if the pleasure were as extreme for him as it was for me. I kissed him as I rocked my hips, riding the maddening circling of his thumb, feeling the orgasm building with every slide of his long, thick penis into my melting core.
I could focus on nothing but the driving urge to fuck, the ferocious need to ride his cock until the tension burst and set me free of this grinding hunger. As I tightened and shook, I realized I was going to come from that, just from the expert thrust of him inside me.
Possessed by his stare, I moaned and came harder than I ever had, my body jerking with every pulse of pleasure. He hit the end of me with every deep thrust, battering into me. I could feel him growing harder and thicker. I watched him avidly, needing to see it when he went over the edge for me. His eyes were wild with his need, losing their focus as his control frayed, his gorgeous face ravaged by the brutal race to climax.
He shook as the orgasm tore into him, his features softening for an instant with an unexpected vulnerability. Cupping his face, I brushed my lips across his, comforting him as the forceful bursts of his gasping breaths struck my cheeks. I knew just how he felt. Laid bare. He turned his head and kissed me softly, the strokes of his tongue into my mouth soothing my ragged emotions. His mouth twitched.
The way he studied me made my chest hurt. He looked stunned and. I have a speech to give. The friction was enough to make me want more. When I was dry, I settled on the seat beside him and dug my lip gloss out of my clutch. He wrapped it in a cocktail napkin, then tossed it in a cleverly hidden trash receptacle. After restoring his appearance, he told the driver to head to our destination.
Then he settled into the seat and stared out the window. With every second that passed, I felt him withdrawing, the connection between us slipping further and further away. I found myself shrinking into the corner of the seat, away from him, mimicking the distance I felt building between us. Abruptly, Gideon opened the bar and pulled out a bottle. He poured a drink and tossed it back. I was drawn into myself and desperate to get away from the tension radiating in waves from Gideon.
The moment we crossed over into the building, someone called his name and he turned. I slipped away, darting around the rest of the guests clogging the carpeted entrance.
When I reached the reception hall, I snatched two glasses of champagne from a passing server and searched for Cary as I tossed one back. I spotted him on the far side of the room with my mom and Stanton, and I crossed to them, discarding my empty glass on a table as I passed it.
Sapphires dripped from her ears, throat, and wrist, highlighting her eyes and her pale skin. While I still appreciated the gift, I was no longer so happy about the convenient thigh slit. Cary stepped forward, catching my elbow. One look at my face and he knew I was upset. I shook my head, not wanting to get into it now. Stanton, too, seemed to straighten and gather himself. Gideon pulled me closer to his side. I tossed back the rest of my champagne and gratefully exchanged the empty glass for the fresh one Cary handed me.
There was a slight warmth growing in my belly from the alcohol, and it loosened the knot that had formed there. What the hell? My gaze narrowed. I was too conscious of the icy wall between us and my own hurt anger. When dinner was announced, I went with him into the dining room and poked at my food. He made no attempt to draw me into the conversation, and I was glad. Then I turned in my seat and watched him cross to the lectern, unable to help admiring his animal grace and stunning good looks.
Every step he took commanded attention and respect, which was a feat, considering his easy and unhurried stride. He looked none the worse for wear after our abandoned fucking in his limo. Take a good look around you. Someone at your table either is a survivor or knows someone who is. Gideon was a consummate orator, his vibrant baritone mesmerizing. My view of him shifted, altering as I became simply another individual in a rapt audience. But others quickly joined me in the standing ovation and I heard the buzz of conversations around me, the quietly voiced compliments that were well deserved.
People began stepping away from their tables. I was about to grab my clutch so I could leave for home when a young man came up to me. His wayward auburn hair inspired instant envy, and his eyes of grayish-green were soft and friendly. He was surrounded by people eager to talk to him, many of whom were women. I picked up my clutch and managed a smile for Christopher.
When the dance ended, Cary was there to take the next one. I relaxed into his hold, grateful to have him as moral support. You saved my life, Eva.
Then you changed it completely. That was just so like him. Gideon appeared beside us. Cary stopped and looked at me. I nodded. He made a frustrated noise. Would you rather stick around and go home with Stanton and your mother? Was he kidding or clueless? Or worse. His scent was messing with my head. Forget about me. An arm came around my back and Cary spoke. Cary snorted. It was the highlight of my evening. Abruptly, he cursed and I realized why when he pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen.
Soak in a hot bath with a bottle of cool wine and pull myself out of my funk. It could be good for your career. We can talk when you get home. Or tomorrow.
There was no one else in the room besides the attendant, so there was no one to rush me. I was so hurt by Gideon it was hard to breathe, and I was so confused by his mood swings.I brooded on that for minute; then Cary cranked up Hinder on his bedroom stereo and that kicked my butt into gear.
He sensed my presence, or maybe he felt my yearning. I stood as he approached, and he bent to kiss my cheek. Still,at night when Gideon has another of his terrifying,somehow sexually related nightmare it might be that he too was a victim of sexual abuse ,Eva asks him to tell her about that. The more so for con 1. Sparks fly from the first glance. The casualness of his reply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill.