A laugh punches out of me, surprised and raw. “You’re thinking about logistics in the middle of this?”
“I’m a planner,” she says, unapologetic. “Also, I like you. Like,reallylike you. It’s annoying.”
“Yeah?” I ask, heartbeat doing something weird and hopeful.
“Yeah,” she says. “So maybe you should kiss me again before I start using words like ‘emotional attachment’ and scare us both.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I murmur.
I kiss her again.
This time I let myself sink into it. No holding back, no second-guessing. Just the press of her mouth, the slide of her hands, the slow, intoxicating way she responds—matching me, meeting me, trusting me.
Her sweater rides up a little as she shifts, and my fingers find bare skin again, warm and smooth under my calloused palms. She arches into my touch, breath catching, and I take my time, mapping the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, the little shiver that runs through her when I trace up along her ribs and back down.
The fire pops, sending a shower of sparks up behind the grate. The room feels small and infinite at the same time.
I tug at her sweater, and she helps me pull it over her head. I toss the sweater to the floor and my breath hitches at the sight of her in my arms. “You’re so beautiful, Ivy.”
Her rosy cheeks brighten. “So are you.”
I stand her up, undoing her pants so I can slip them down her legs. It’s reverent how I worship her. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
She sucks in a breath. “Me either.”
She stands before me in nothing but a white lacy bra and panties. I’m realizing right now that I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet. Seriously.
I drag her closer, letting my lips land on her torso and I run my lips over her soft skin. “I definitely won’t be able to let you go when I’m done with you tonight.” I glance up at her, meeting her eyes.
“I won’t let you.”
I smile against her skin, and dig my fingers into the skin at her hips. I breathe her in. I trail kisses over her belly, and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. I pull them down her legs, and she steps out of them for me.
And then I sit back and let my eyes get their fill of her. “Take your bra off for me,” I tell her, and she does as I request.
I’m in a daze—a complete fucking daze—as I stare at her. She’s just so beautiful, and best part is… she doesn’t even know it.
I take my time with her tits, feeling, massaging and squeezing. I tilt her closer so I can get my mouth over one of them, and knead the other with my hand.
“Oh god, Rhett.” She leans her head back and her hair tumbles down her back in waves.
I kiss her, moving her body back to where she’s straddling my lap once more. My body’s a raging inferno. If I’m not careful Imight just confess my undying love for her right here and now. That would be silly.
I’ve never been in love in my life. And I don’t think I’m a man capable of it, but if I ever were… it would be now. By the fire with her in my arms.
My cock’s hard as she grinds her hips. “You’re so what I need right now,” I grumble, and she laughs lightly.
She stands back up, eyes meeting mine. Then she does something unexpected. She helps me stand, and tugs at my sweatpants. She drags them down my legs. She lowers herself to the ground and kneels before me.
I stroke a finger across her cheek. “What are you doing?” I choke on the words.
She tugs my boxer-briefs down, and my cock springs free. Her eyes widen, and she gasps.
“Oh, ‘tis the season to be… uh,huge.” Ivy’s eyes meet mine and there’s a sparkle of something hidden in the depths. It makes me smile, and my hips thrust forward just a bit.
My cock needs attention, and she wraps her hand around the base. She licks her lips and I nearly go nuclear at the sight. I place a hand on her head, guiding her mouth over my dick. She sucks me deep down her throat and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Perfection.
