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God damn, she’s a dream.
I press my lips against hers, needing to stake my claim. Needing to let her know how much she’s affecting me.
Fuck, she tastes good. Like I knew she would. One taste and I know there’s no going back now.
I’m moving too quickly. My plan was to start our relationship slowly and gradually slide into being something more with her. She came to me to keep her safe; I’d have time to get her to fall in love with me. I don’t know why I thought for even a second that I’d be patient enough to take this slow.
As her tongue moves against mine, I know kissing her wasn’t a mistake. She has to be feeling this pull, this indescribable connection.
Her fingers grip the front of my shirt as she deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping deeper into my mouth. The taste of whiskey hits me as my tongue explores her mouth. I’ll now think of her every time I pour a glass.
Not that I’ll need that reminder. She is forever imprinted in my brain now. Any thought, smell or touch from her will send me into a state of arousal.
I wrap my arms around her waist tighter, pulling her into me until there isn’t any space between us. Her pebbled nipples poke me, driving my need higher. She rubs herself more vigorously against my leg. I grip her hips, the instinct to give her what she wants running rampant in my blood. She lets out another whimper when her pussy grinds on my cock.
Her hips start to move even faster. My arms tighten around her, helping her find the release she is so desperately seeking. I can feel how wet she is and it’s driving me mad. My cock is pulsing with need now, begging for release.
Not yet. She comes first. From this moment on.
“Connor,” she moans my name. A growl rumbles from me.
Her soft, sweet body is too much to resist. I need her under me. Without breaking our kiss, my hands go to her ass and I lift her. She wraps her legs around me and she continues to rub herself against me with the new angle. I carry her over to the bed and lower her down.
I release her mouth, my lips moving to her jaw and then her neck.
“Is the dress paid for?” I whisper against her skin.
“I ran out of the shop without telling anyone. Why?” she sighs out when I bite down on a sensitive area behind her ear.
“Because I want you to put it on again so I can tear it off you. Fuck, you’re so hot, Ivy.”
“Oh,” she huffs a laugh. Her eyes are wide and shining with delight.
I work my way down her body, peppering kisses everywhere. I suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth. Her hands glide through my hair, pulling me closer. Greedy girl. I move to the other, making sure each sweet bud gets equal attention. I should slow down, take my time, but fear pushes me onward.
At any moment, she could put a stop to this. Say we’re moving too quickly or how this might compromise the current situation. I would follow her lead, but damn it, I would instantly miss the feel of her.
Slipping off the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees. My eyes flick up to hers as I reach for the band of her panties. The beautiful rose blush on her cheeks deepens, but she doesn’t stop me. My fingers slide against her soft skin before hooking around the think material and slowly begin to pull them down, taking her wide-eyed silence as my permission to rid her of them.
I throw them over my shoulder and spread her thighs open. God, she’s fucking perfect. So absolutely beautiful. Her pussy glistens with the evidence of her arousal. The hood of her little clit pokes out, begging for my attention.
My cock strains against my jeans, hard as rock and begging for attention. But it’s her I want to take care of. Ivy that I want to take my time. I need to worship every inch and dip and curve of her gorgeous body. I need her with a desperation I’ve never felt before.
“Ivy,” I grit out, my control on a razor-thin edge.
“Don’t stop,” she replies, licking her lips. “Please, Connor. Don’t stop.” My cock jerks again. Lowering my mouth to her warm, soft pussy, I flatten my tongue and firmly slide it between the lips and right over her clit. A loud moan falls from her lips. From the edges of my vision I see her grip the bedsheets.
In seconds she’s coming for me. Her moans are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. I draw out her pleasure, flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit, and her body shakes. My hands grip her ass, angling her perfectly so that my tongue slips deeper into her opening. Her pussy flutters around my tongue. She’s so damn tight.
Her hand tangles into my hair, her fingers gripping the strands. I give her what she’s silently asking for. Her whole body locks up as another orgasm takes hold of her. She screams my name and a growl rips from my chest.
Mine. She’s mine now.
There’s no going back for her now.
Crawling back up her body, I intend to start kissing her all over again when a loud beeping noise has me straightening.
What the fuck? Someone has just stepped onto my property—uninvited.
