Page 96 of The Devil of Downtown

me

Sorry, next time.

charlotte

I’ll be back for the wedding dinner rehearsal. I’ll catch you then.

me

Look forward to it. You, that is, not the wedding rehearsal.

A soft sound, a whisper of movement, pulls me from my phone.

My eyes lift, and my chest tightens. Ivy is a vision standing in the doorway, wrapped in a single white sheet that leaves far too much to the imagination.

Christ, she’s perfect.

“Dane?” Her voice is soft and sleepy. “Are you okay? Aren’t you coming to bed?”

I place my whiskey glass down with a heavy thud and extend a hand, voice slipping out like gravel in the quietness. “Come here, Ivy.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She pads across the Persian rug on bare feet, a slight, curious smile playing on her lips. When she’s within reach, my hand snaps out, my fingers circling her wrist. Her skin is so warm. I pull her closer, my other hand finding the curve of her hip through the thin sheet, softly stroking.

“Where are we?” she murmurs as her eyes drift to the lake beyond the window. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it because you’ll be staying here a lot from now on.”

My gaze locks with hers as my fingers find the knot of the sheet. A single tug and it loosens, the fabric whispering down her body to pool at her feet on the floor.

I pull her forward, my hands sliding from her hips to the small of her back, until she’s standing between my knees. I lean forward, pressing my face against her stomach. My lips find her skin, a soft, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of her panties.

I feel her abdomen quiver under my mouth as she releases a soft whimper.

My lips travel lower, tracing a hot, damp path over the soft fabric. I hook a finger into the elastic of her thong.

“Take off your bra,” I order, my voice a low growl against her hipbone. “I need to see all of you.”

My eyes eat up every inch of her as her hands rise, and she reaches behind her. The clasp gives way, and she lets the flimsy garment slide down her arms and fall to join the sheet on the floor.

Fuck.

Her full breasts are perfect, her pink nipples already drawn into tight, eager peaks.

My hands are on her in an instant, my thumbs stroking over those hard nubs, circling them, pinching them just enough to make her gasp.

“You love it when I play with these firm tits,” I rasp, my other hand busy sliding the lace thong down her thigh. She moans in response, arching her back into my touch.

I don’t give her a moment to think. My fingers ease into the slick heat between her legs. She is so wet, so ready. A cry tears from her lips as I find her clit, circling the swollen bud. My other hand continues its torment on her breast, rolling her nipple, tugging it gently as her hips move against my hand, seeking more pressure, more friction,more.

“Dane... oh, God...” Her head falls back, a curtain of dark hair sweeping behind her.

“I bet you loved ignoring me today, didn’t you, Ivy?” I growl. “Seeing how fucking crazy I am for you.”

She doesn’t even try to deny it. Her eyes snap to mine, a devious smile ghosting her lips, and she drops to her knees, pushing my thighs apart slowly.

“Ivy, what are you doing?” I hiss as she crawls closer, fingers finding the knot of my towel.

“Being a good girl,” she murmurs, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. I suck in a sharp breath as she unties it, and the fabric falls away. My hard cock springs free, flat against my abdomen, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.