“I hate fighting with you,” I whisper against her lips.
“I hate it, too,” she whispers back.
The world narrows. Everything else—fear, control, vigilance—falls away. There’s only her breath, her warmth, and the way she fits against me like she always has.
When we finally pull back, foreheads touching, her smile is wicked and soft all at once. “You still breathing?” she asks.
“Barely,” I admit.
“Good,” she says. “Because I intend to remind you why I’m worth trusting.”
I kiss along her skin. She squirms beneath me, her hands bunching in my shirt. “Take this off. I need to look at you.”
I chuckle and sit back on my heels, pulling my shirt over my head.
She bites her lip, gaze roaming from my shoulders to mychest and over my stomach, drinking me in. “Damn, you’re sexy.”
I grin at her compliment. “And you...” I grab the hem of her shirt, waiting until she nods before pulling it over her head. “... are absolutely stunning.”
She’s not wearing a bra, so she’s exposed to me. I’m distracted by the swell of her breasts. “Fuck.”
She laughs, her eyes shining.
I still for a beat because seeing her like this feels like trust.
“Ivy.” Her name comes out half-strangled.
She’s watching me, cheeks flushed, green eyes glowing with desire, lips tipped up at the edges in a wicked smile. “Sebastian.”
I smirk before covering her with my body and plying her with another deep kiss. She moans against my lips, and I drink the sound down and roll my hips into hers, enjoying the tension. While I’m desperate to remove the layers between us and bury myself inside, I don’t.
My hand slides up from her waist, brushing the side of her breast. Her skin is soft and smooth, like silk, with a pinkish tint in daylight.
When I brush her nipple, a full-body shiver runs through her.
I break the kiss, looking down at her while I drag my thumb in a slow circle around her nipple.
“Sebastian,” she pants. “Stop teasing.”
I smirk at the way she pouts. I’m not giving in to her demands yet. I plan to take my time with her.
Shifting my weight, I push her leggings down, and she helps me, impatient and flushed. I like a moment to admire the swell of her hips, her toned thighs, her slim waist.
“Your turn.”
My eyes move to hers. My fingers hook the top of my sweatpants, slowly dragging them down my legs. She watches me, eyes burning hotter as they land on the erection jutting out from my boxers.
Her hand reaches up, palming my hardness. I moan and lower my mouth to her nipple, swirling my tongue around it before gently pinching it between my teeth.
Her other hand fists my hair while she rubs me through the fabric of my boxers. I groan, the sensation driving me crazy.
“Mmm,” she whispers against me. “So hard.”
“Fuck,” I hiss against her nipple.
She gives me a kiss while yanking my boxers down. Her hand immediately goes back to my cock, her finger sliding over the tip, spreading my pre-cum over it.
And then she sits up, her hand on my stomach. “Let me taste you.”
