of the conversation here.”
“No, we definitely aren’t. You want to have sex with me because you’re feeling deprived. I heard you loud and clear.”
Electricity popped beneath her skin. “Is that a problem?”
He laughed low and deep. “It should be… but, no. Not at all.”
Her belly tumbled and her pussy tightened. “Well… Good.” She stepped into her room. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
The look he gave her singed her. “If you change your mind before I get there, lock your door. Because if the door isn’t locked, Ivy—you’re mine. All night long.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He didn’t take long to secure the doors and windows. Ivy was kneeling on the bed, her heart pounding, when the door to her room opened. Dane was silhouetted against the light coming from the microwave clock. Butterflies soared in her stomach.
Why? It wasn’t the first time they’d had sex, and she had no reason to be afraid. Except she felt vulnerable in a way she hadn’t before, and she couldn’t seem to make that feeling go away.
The sensible thing to do would be to send him away. But she couldn’t. If she could have done that, she’d have never opened her mouth to ask him to stay with her in the first place.
Ivy very much feared she was still somewhat enamored of him in spite of the pain of the past. He was here, and for a short time he could be hers again—and she desired it with every cell of her body.
He came inside and walked over to the bed. Then he reached for her shirt and tugged it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She wore nothing underneath, and cool air slipped over her skin.
“That’s one of my old shirts, isn’t it?” His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through her.
“Yes,” she whispered. She’d slept in the thing for years now, rotating it with two others he’d left behind. They’d long since ceased to smell like him, but they were soft and huge on her. And she knew they were his even if they no longer carried his scent.
He palmed her bare breast and she gasped a little. “I can’t begin to tell you how excited that makes me, knowing you’ve slept in my shirt for all these years. Did you ever touch yourself and think of me, Ivy?”
His thumb scraped over her nipple and she bit her lip. Her pussy was so wet that her juices would drip down her thighs at any minute. “Yes. All the time.”
“I’d ask you to show me, but I think I’d be jealous of your fingers for getting to touch your sweet pussy.”
“Then you touch me.”
“Oh, I intend to.” He lowered his head and took her swollen nipple between his lips.
Ivy threw her head back and moaned. “Dane—oh.”
He sucked hard, tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he did so. Her legs trembled and her back arched as she tried to press her breast farther into his mouth.
He slid a hand down her belly, over her hip, and then skimmed the hairline of her pubic curls. She wanted him to touch her so badly it hurt.
He didn’t at first, his fingers dancing lightly over her labia and then down her left thigh.
“So wet,” he said against her nipple.
“You haven’t even touched me yet. How do you know?”
“I can feel your heat, Ivy. You’re practically burning up with need.”
This time, he slid his fingers into the seam of her sex. When he stroked across her clit, she nearly came undone. How could she be so excited when it had only been a couple of hours ago that they’d had sex in the alley?
“Do you have any idea how hard it makes me that you’re this excited for me?”
“I hope you’ll show me. Soon.”
He laughed. “I will… but first I need to taste you, Ivy. Lie down and spread those pretty legs.”
Ivy did as he said, lying back on the bed and opening her legs. Dane eased between them, putting his arms beneath her thighs and lifting her higher until his mouth hovered right over the place she wanted him to touch so badly.
“I’ve missed this,” he said, and then he
“No, we definitely aren’t. You want to have sex with me because you’re feeling deprived. I heard you loud and clear.”
Electricity popped beneath her skin. “Is that a problem?”
He laughed low and deep. “It should be… but, no. Not at all.”
Her belly tumbled and her pussy tightened. “Well… Good.” She stepped into her room. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
The look he gave her singed her. “If you change your mind before I get there, lock your door. Because if the door isn’t locked, Ivy—you’re mine. All night long.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He didn’t take long to secure the doors and windows. Ivy was kneeling on the bed, her heart pounding, when the door to her room opened. Dane was silhouetted against the light coming from the microwave clock. Butterflies soared in her stomach.
Why? It wasn’t the first time they’d had sex, and she had no reason to be afraid. Except she felt vulnerable in a way she hadn’t before, and she couldn’t seem to make that feeling go away.
The sensible thing to do would be to send him away. But she couldn’t. If she could have done that, she’d have never opened her mouth to ask him to stay with her in the first place.
Ivy very much feared she was still somewhat enamored of him in spite of the pain of the past. He was here, and for a short time he could be hers again—and she desired it with every cell of her body.
He came inside and walked over to the bed. Then he reached for her shirt and tugged it up and over her head, tossing it aside. She wore nothing underneath, and cool air slipped over her skin.
“That’s one of my old shirts, isn’t it?” His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through her.
“Yes,” she whispered. She’d slept in the thing for years now, rotating it with two others he’d left behind. They’d long since ceased to smell like him, but they were soft and huge on her. And she knew they were his even if they no longer carried his scent.
He palmed her bare breast and she gasped a little. “I can’t begin to tell you how excited that makes me, knowing you’ve slept in my shirt for all these years. Did you ever touch yourself and think of me, Ivy?”
His thumb scraped over her nipple and she bit her lip. Her pussy was so wet that her juices would drip down her thighs at any minute. “Yes. All the time.”
“I’d ask you to show me, but I think I’d be jealous of your fingers for getting to touch your sweet pussy.”
“Then you touch me.”
“Oh, I intend to.” He lowered his head and took her swollen nipple between his lips.
Ivy threw her head back and moaned. “Dane—oh.”
He sucked hard, tweaking her other nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he did so. Her legs trembled and her back arched as she tried to press her breast farther into his mouth.
He slid a hand down her belly, over her hip, and then skimmed the hairline of her pubic curls. She wanted him to touch her so badly it hurt.
He didn’t at first, his fingers dancing lightly over her labia and then down her left thigh.
“So wet,” he said against her nipple.
“You haven’t even touched me yet. How do you know?”
“I can feel your heat, Ivy. You’re practically burning up with need.”
This time, he slid his fingers into the seam of her sex. When he stroked across her clit, she nearly came undone. How could she be so excited when it had only been a couple of hours ago that they’d had sex in the alley?
“Do you have any idea how hard it makes me that you’re this excited for me?”
“I hope you’ll show me. Soon.”
He laughed. “I will… but first I need to taste you, Ivy. Lie down and spread those pretty legs.”
Ivy did as he said, lying back on the bed and opening her legs. Dane eased between them, putting his arms beneath her thighs and lifting her higher until his mouth hovered right over the place she wanted him to touch so badly.
“I’ve missed this,” he said, and then he
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