captured her hand in his. “I want this, babe,” he rasped, “but only if you’re sure.”
“I am.” Her breath hitched. “Please…let me.”
Garrett groaned again. He was riding a wave of pure, unadulterated lust, and nothing short of an act of God would prevent him from letting Ivy have her way.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he said, his voice husky, “I’m all yours.”
IVY KNEW SHE WAS GOING too far, but she was too far gone to care. Even the knowledge that she was just a substitute for the woman he really wanted wasn’t enough to cool the molten heat of desire that flowed through her. His touch, combined with the hot, sexy expression in his eyes, was enough to make her lose her head. She could actually feel her brain cells blinking off one by one.
With one hand braced on his muscular chest, she used her other to unfasten the button on the front of his jeans. Her knuckles brushed against the hard thrust of his erection beneath the denim, and she didn’t miss how he sucked in his breath at the contact. The knowledge that she could affect him—a tough, uncompromising soldier—with a mere touch was heady stuff. It was almost enough to make up for the fact she was no more than a stand-in for the woman he really wanted.
Ivy slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then, sweet heaven—the guy was going commando. Ivy didn’t think she’d ever seen anything as gorgeous as his long, thick erection, dark against the paler skin of his abdomen. Desire, sharp and fierce, knifed through her. More than a year had passed since she’d been in any kind of relationship, and she’d almost forgotten what it was like to want a guy so badly she physically ached; to anticipate touching him, tasting him…taking him.
She swallowed hard and glanced up at Garrett’s face. His features were drawn taut, and his eyes glowed in the indistinct light as he watched her. He used one hand to sweep her hair back from her face, and then bent his free arm behind his head. The gesture said clearly she could do as she pleased.
Emboldened by the heat in his eyes, Ivy slipped her fingers around his shaft, her heart thudding in her chest. He was large, no question about it; he was probably impressive even when not aroused. If this is what Helena Vanderveer had glimpsed when bathing Garrett’s injured body, no wonder she’d wanted to nurse him back to health with her own hands. The guy gave a whole new meaning to the term hardened soldier.
“Oh, my,” she murmured in appreciation, devouring him with her eyes. He has like hot silk beneath her hand. In awe, she smoothed a thumb across the blunted head of his erection. When it came away slick with moisture, an answering heat pooled in her center. Unable to resist, she circled her fingers around him.
He jerked reflexively in her hand and made a deep sound of pleasure. When she glanced at him, the expression in his eyes—hot and intense—consumed her, made her want to see just how far she could go before he completely lost control. It had nothing to do with re-creating a Helena scenario and everything to do with how he made her feel: sexy and desirable. With the heavy weight of him cradled in her hand, she suddenly needed to find out if he tasted as good as he looked.
“I don’t know, soldier,” she mused aloud, sending him what she hoped was a sultry look, “your situation appears…dire.”
He smiled fractionally, but Ivy didn’t miss how his muscles tightened as she squeezed him gently, before sliding her hand down the length of him, then back up again. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice husky. “I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last. What do you recommend?”
“Well, first of all…” Ivy scooted back on his thighs a bit. “We’ll need to do something to relieve the…pressure.” She bent forward and, without giving him time to react, took him in her mouth.
He made a strangled sound of surprise and pleasure, and then shifted his hips, shoving his jeans down his
“I am.” Her breath hitched. “Please…let me.”
Garrett groaned again. He was riding a wave of pure, unadulterated lust, and nothing short of an act of God would prevent him from letting Ivy have her way.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he said, his voice husky, “I’m all yours.”
IVY KNEW SHE WAS GOING too far, but she was too far gone to care. Even the knowledge that she was just a substitute for the woman he really wanted wasn’t enough to cool the molten heat of desire that flowed through her. His touch, combined with the hot, sexy expression in his eyes, was enough to make her lose her head. She could actually feel her brain cells blinking off one by one.
With one hand braced on his muscular chest, she used her other to unfasten the button on the front of his jeans. Her knuckles brushed against the hard thrust of his erection beneath the denim, and she didn’t miss how he sucked in his breath at the contact. The knowledge that she could affect him—a tough, uncompromising soldier—with a mere touch was heady stuff. It was almost enough to make up for the fact she was no more than a stand-in for the woman he really wanted.
Ivy slowly unbuttoned his jeans and then, sweet heaven—the guy was going commando. Ivy didn’t think she’d ever seen anything as gorgeous as his long, thick erection, dark against the paler skin of his abdomen. Desire, sharp and fierce, knifed through her. More than a year had passed since she’d been in any kind of relationship, and she’d almost forgotten what it was like to want a guy so badly she physically ached; to anticipate touching him, tasting him…taking him.
She swallowed hard and glanced up at Garrett’s face. His features were drawn taut, and his eyes glowed in the indistinct light as he watched her. He used one hand to sweep her hair back from her face, and then bent his free arm behind his head. The gesture said clearly she could do as she pleased.
Emboldened by the heat in his eyes, Ivy slipped her fingers around his shaft, her heart thudding in her chest. He was large, no question about it; he was probably impressive even when not aroused. If this is what Helena Vanderveer had glimpsed when bathing Garrett’s injured body, no wonder she’d wanted to nurse him back to health with her own hands. The guy gave a whole new meaning to the term hardened soldier.
“Oh, my,” she murmured in appreciation, devouring him with her eyes. He has like hot silk beneath her hand. In awe, she smoothed a thumb across the blunted head of his erection. When it came away slick with moisture, an answering heat pooled in her center. Unable to resist, she circled her fingers around him.
He jerked reflexively in her hand and made a deep sound of pleasure. When she glanced at him, the expression in his eyes—hot and intense—consumed her, made her want to see just how far she could go before he completely lost control. It had nothing to do with re-creating a Helena scenario and everything to do with how he made her feel: sexy and desirable. With the heavy weight of him cradled in her hand, she suddenly needed to find out if he tasted as good as he looked.
“I don’t know, soldier,” she mused aloud, sending him what she hoped was a sultry look, “your situation appears…dire.”
He smiled fractionally, but Ivy didn’t miss how his muscles tightened as she squeezed him gently, before sliding her hand down the length of him, then back up again. “Yeah,” he agreed, his voice husky. “I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last. What do you recommend?”
“Well, first of all…” Ivy scooted back on his thighs a bit. “We’ll need to do something to relieve the…pressure.” She bent forward and, without giving him time to react, took him in her mouth.
He made a strangled sound of surprise and pleasure, and then shifted his hips, shoving his jeans down his
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