Page 119 of What About Us

“Your . . .” She lifts a sassy eyebrow and circles those hips. “Thing.”

She yelps when I toss her onto her back, laying lengthwise on the couch and push the jersey up so I can pepper kisses on her stomach.

“Try again.”

“Your phallus.”

I smirk and bite her belly button as I work her shorts down her hips.

“Nope.”

“Member?”

My head pops up and I scowl at her. “What?”

“I’ve read it in romance novels before.” She smirks, but I drag my finger through her already-sopping-wet slit, and the smile drops right off her perfect face. “Oh, that’s good.”

“Keep talking.”

“I can’t.”

I pull away, not touching her at all, and she scowls. “Hey.”

“Tell me what you want, Ivy.”

She bites that lip again. Christ, she’s beautiful lying here with my jersey pushed up under her armpits, naked from the waist down, spread out for me.

I can’t resist leaning in to lap through her once, just to get the taste of her on my tongue.

Fucking delicious.

“Xander.”

She’s become breathless, that beautiful voice rough now as I boost up to tug on her nipple with my teeth, making her arch her back beautifully.

“Yes, Red.”

“You really want to know what I want?”

“Yeah, baby, tell me.”

“God, your mouth is so damn good,” she whimpers when I kiss up to her neck.

“Tell me,” I repeat.

“I want your huge, perfect, pierced, hard-as-fuck cock in my pussy, Xander Hendrix.”

I pull back so I can stare down at her and lift a brow.

“Please.”

I grin. “Good fucking girl.”

Her eyes dilate at that, and it makes me smile as I kiss her, working the sweats she likes so much down over my hips, and with all my weight on my good leg, sure to go easy on the injured one so I don’t meet Ivy’s wrath, I settle between her perfect thighs and rest my cock in her wet heat.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

“Yes. Please, Xander.”