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Eva finds it difficult at times to overcome this past, but she is intensely drawn to young billionaire Gideon Cross as soon as she meets him. The two must find a way to heal each other in order to move on from their pasts and establish a spunk filled, sexually deviant romantic relationship. Bared to You will take you to the very limits of obsession - and beyond. Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness—beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white-hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me.
Marrying him was a dream come true. Staying married to him is the fight of my life.
Love transforms. Ours is both a refuge from the storm and the most violent of tempests. Two damaged souls entwined as one. We have bared our deepest, ugliest secrets to one another. Gideon is the mirror that reflects all my flaws He has given me everything.
Now, I must prove I can be the rock, the shelter for him that he is for me. Together, we could stand against those who work so viciously to come between us. Gideon Cross. As beautiful and flawless on the outside as he was damaged and tormented on the inside. Description Bared to You by Sylvia Day is the first in the Crossfire trilogy featuring Gideon and Eva, two wounded souls who come together in an explosion of lust and passion as intoxicating as it is devastating - the perfect read for fans of bestselling erotic romance Fifty Shades of Grey by E.
Our journey began in fire Gideon Cross came into my life like lightning in the darkness - beautiful and brilliant, jagged and white hot. I was drawn to him as I'd never been to anything or anyone in my life. I craved his touch like a drug, even knowing it would weaken me. I was flawed and damaged, and he opened those cracks in me so easily The casualness of his reply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made me feel ill. My stomach churned, suddenly more interested in rejecting my lunch than digesting it.
It had nothing to do with saving me money. But it also gives her peace of mind. To spy on her grown daughter? Is she still seeing Dr. He coddled her.
Spoiled her. And allowed her obsession with my safety to run wild. She feels guilty for not protecting you. We need to give her a little latitude. How could my mom invade my privacy like that?
Why would she? She was driving herself crazy, and me along with her. This will be much more convenient for you. I make my own decisions. And you. You need to eat. Clancy drove me back up to midtown, while I stewed in the backseat.
She was so emotional and fragile, and she loved me to the point of being crazy about it. As Clancy pulled away from the curb, I stood on the crowded sidewalk and looked up and down the busy street for either a drugstore where I could get some chocolate or a cellular store where I could pick up a new phone. I needed work to distract me from my crazy-ass family. I appreciated the added time the stop gave me to enjoy the comfort of dark chocolate and caramel melting over my tongue.
The doors slid apart and revealed Gideon Cross talking with two other gentlemen. When was I going to become immune? He glanced over and his lips curved into a slow, heart-stopping smile when he saw me.
Just my crappy luck.
Stepping into the car, he lifted a hand to discourage them from following him. They blinked in surprise, glancing at me, then Cross, and then back again. I stepped out, deciding it would be safer for my sanity to take a different car up. The doors shut and the elevator glided smoothly into motion. After dealing with Stanton, the last thing I needed was another domineering male trying to push me around.
Cross caught me by the upper arms and searched my face with that vivid blue gaze. Releasing me, he withdrew a lone key from his pocket and plugged it into the panel. Seeing him from behind was a revelation. His shoulders were nicely broad without being bulky, emphasizing his lean waist and long legs. The silky strands of hair falling over his collar tempted me to clench them and pull.
I wanted him to be as pissy as I was. His shirt and tie were both the same rich cerulean as his irises. I expect most women are. His ease and unconcern aggravated me further. Glad we got that cleared up. I forced myself not to move away or give him the satisfaction of seeing me intimidated. His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth, then lifted to his own. But a thousand ways to make you come are. Let me show you. He withdrew the key from the panel and the doors opened.
He was buzzed through the security door so quickly there was no need for him to break stride. The pretty redhead at the reception desk pushed hastily to her feet, about to impart some information until he shook his head impatiently.
Her mouth snapped shut and she stared at me, her eyes wide, as we passed at a brisk pace. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a chrome coatrack. He was even yummier in just the vest. 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? 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.
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.