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22
IVY
“Holy shit,”I grab the coin, examining it with excitement. “It’s a gold dollar, minted in 1889,” I report, recognizing the embossed seal. “This would have been part of Earl’s bank haul!”
Reeve meets my eyes, just as excited. “It was in the tunnel,” he reports. “It could have easily fallen…”
“…when Earl was hiding the treasure,” I finish for him.
I pull a lantern from my bag, and switch it on, so the space is flooded in a warm light, and we can turn off the harsh beams of our headlamps.
“It’s got to be here somewhere,” Reeve says, starting to run his hands along the walls, searching for another crevice or crack. “We’re close, Ivy. We’re so close!”
I watch him search, checking every inch of the place, and not because he cares about the glory, or striking it rich. No, he came because of me. Because this is my quest, and he’s been by my side since the day I met him, urging me on. Supporting me.
Believing in me, like no man ever has.
“Did you mean it?” I ask, my voice catching with a sudden rush of emotion. “When you said you wouldn’t do the movie, if I said ‘no’. Did you mean it?”
Reeve abandons his search, and crosses the cave to me in an instant. “Of course I mean it,” he says, grabbing my hands and gazing into my eyes. “Ivy, it’s not even a choice. It’s taken me this long to find you, I’m not doing anything to fuck this up or let you go. There’ll be other movies,” he vows, his expression determined. “But you’re one of a kind, Ivy Fortune. I’m not letting you slip away.”
My heart melts.
I launch myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck as Reeve stumbles back, surprised. He’s laughing as my lips claim his and I drag him down to me in a fevered, hungry kiss, and then there’s no laughter anymore, just a breathless embrace as our tongues tangle together and I lose myself in the feel of him, and the exquisite rush of being in his arms. Where I belong..
God, this man …I arch against him, our passion catching fire like always as the heat takes me over, but there’s something new in the inferno, too. Something solid, and heartfelt.
This is for real.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I vow, breaking the kiss long enough to swear to him. “I know I can be stubborn and bossy, and—”
“Sexy and perfect and right,” Reeve cuts me off, covering my face in kisses. “You don’t need to change a thing, baby. I’ve been crazy for you since the minute we met.”
“Spandex will do that to a guy,” I smirk, but he shakes his head.
“Youdo that, Ivy. You take my breath away, every time. Don’t even get me started on that fuzzy sweater of yours,” he adds, sliding his hands up under my jacket and squeezing me, possessive and hot.
Damn. I moan in his mouth, and then we’re stumbling back against the cave wall and sinking to the ground. I straddle his lap, rocking against him as I kiss him with everything I have. Reeve groans, hard against me.
“Baby …”
I bury my face in his neck and rock again, loving the feel of his hard ridge between my thighs, pressing against me just right. Reeve mutters a curse, and then his hands are roving everywhere, palming me hotly, squeezing at my breasts as I breathlessly kiss and lick at his neck.
“Fuck,” he growls, grinding up against me; his gaze dark and wild in the glow of the lamplight. “Ivy … the things I could do to you …”
“Yes. Please.” I moan breathlessly, already reaching for his pants; blind with lust. “Reeve …I need you.”
He curses again. “Fuck it.” He lifts me, long enough shove his sweatpants down, and wrangle my pants off, too. Then I’m back, straddling him, sinking down and taking his cock inside me, full and deep, all the way to the hilt.
We both groan, echoing in the empty cave. “You think this is what Earl and Madeline would do here?” he asks, face tilted up to me as slowly, I begin to move.
“You want to talk about my great-great-grandpa at a time like this?” I tease, gasping at the glorious stretch of him, the thick friction shimmering like wildfire in my blood.
“Good point.” Reeve grips my hips tighter, bucking up hard inside me. “Forget I said anything. Forget I ever—fuck—” he gasps a desperate curse as I slam down onto him, fast. “Ivy … baby …please…”
His voice is ragged, and I know just how he feels. It’s madness, the heat spiraling through me, tightening, making me wanton. Making me wild. I tip back my head, gasping now as I ride him faster; his desperate groans mingling with my own whimpers as I hurtle closer to the edge.
Closer, closer…
