I pick up speed, and she moves, meeting my thrusts.
“Good. So good,” she pants, her inner muscles squeezing me.
I grunt, one hand digging into her hip while the other continues teasing her clit. Our ragged breathing fills the room.
“Sebastian,” she moans, her hands sliding to my back, nails piercing the skin.
I thrust harder and faster. “Come for me, baby.”
And then I feel it, the moment she starts to tip over the edge. Her pussy squeezes me, breasts bouncing as she yells my name, thighs trembling.
The sound rips my orgasm from me, and I detonate with such force I nearly black out. I groan, my hips slowing as I unload deep inside her, gasping for breath from coming so hard.
We collapse against the covers, sweat cooling on our skin as we try to catch our breath.
“Holy hell, Ivy,” I say against the crook of her neck.
“I know.” I feel her smile. “That was incredible.”
I breathe in her scent, my heart still banging against my rib cage.
“Let’s not fight again. But… I like making up with you.”
My thumbs trace over her face, pushing sweaty strands of her dark hair away from it. “I hate fighting with you. But yes, the makeup sex is damn good.”
She giggles, but her smile fades as she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “We’re good,” she reassures me. She squeezes me tighter. “This is so much better.”
I relish the feel of our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together for another minute before I pull out, then grab her, rolling her into my side. Her leg slides between mine. My other hand tightens on her waist, pulling her closer. She buries her face into my chest and drags in a deep breath before exhaling and relaxing into me, her body molding to mine.
“You were made for me, Ivy Hart,” I whisper against her hair.
I hear the smile in her voice. “I knew that from the moment we met in the bar.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “That’s all it took? One incident and you knew, huh?”
“What can I say? My logic is flawless, and I trust my heart.” Her green eyes shine with happiness. “One look and I knew. You just... took some convincing.”
I snort out a laugh, remembering all the times she wormed her way into my life, slowly taking over more and more until it wasn’t the same without her.
One of these days, I’ll tell her why it took me some convincing.
But not right now.
I pull her closer, and for once, I don’t feel the need to guard the moment.
I just let it be ours.
52
IVY
By the time we emerge from Sebastian’s bedroom, it’s late afternoon. The house smells faintly of coffee and something toasted.
Judging by the exaggerated cough from the living room, Drew has heard enough to form opinions.
“Oh good,” he calls without looking up from the couch. “You’re alive.”
Sebastian sighs beside me. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
