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Then I looked around. Neville was sound asleep on the couch.
“He’ll be fine.” I nipped at her bottom lip. “Maybe you need to stay quiet so you don’t wake him up,” I whispered, soothing the spot I’d just abused with my teeth with a slow swipe of my tongue.
She rolled her hips. “If I can stay that quiet,” she said with an unblinking challenge in her stare, “you’re probably doing something wrong.”
My chest roared hot and loud, and holy hell, I’d make her scream this house down before I let her out of the bed. I’d have her legs shaking around my sides and her throat hoarse and her body soaked in sweat before this was done.
I strode into the room and kicked the door shut behind us.
She tugged the strands of my hair tight in her fists as I devoured her mouth, only stopping the kiss to drop her unceremoniously onto the bed.
Ivy still had chocolate in her hair and a streak of Cool Whip on her cheek, and I studied her with a tilt of my head.
Beautiful. Messy. Imperfect and open and sweeter than she wanted anyone to know.
Mine.
“Why don’t you show me what’s under that dress,” I said, a low, urgent command.
She told me she’d done this once—something unsatisfying.
It was unfathomable that anyone could have this perfect woman naked underneath them and not want to rip her world apart from back-snapping pleasure.
I’d give her that.
I’d give her that if it was the last fucking thing I did.
She pushed at the straps, baring her upper body. Her breasts were firm and high, tilted up and a perfect delectable mouthful. My throat went dry seeing them encased in white lace.
The dress went down over her arched hips, revealing a high-cut pair of white lace there too. I tore my shirt off when she kicked the dress off and watched her throat bob in a swallow when I pushed my jeans and boxer briefs straight off.
Her chest heaved as she studied me.
“At the risk of sounding ridiculous,” she started, her voice prim and the color in her cheeks high. “I do not see how that will fit anywhere.”
I grinned, prowling over her sweet, lace-covered body and stealing a heart-crushing kiss while she arched underneath my weight.
“Let me show you how,” I whispered against the sharp line of her jaw.
She slid her hands over my back and shoulders and arms, sighing happily when she trailed her fingertips over my biceps.
I slid a hand down the soft skin of her sternum, coasting over the lace covering her chest. Then I ducked my head and sucked her fully into my mouth, tonguing the lace as she moaned deep from her throat.
I tugged the bra down and used my teeth, then my tongue, then blew cool air over the tight flesh.
“So sweet,” I told her. “I knew you would be.”
“No one calls me that either,” she said in a quivering tone.
I lifted my head. “But you’ll let me, won’t you?” I asked.
I removed her panties and tossed them to the floor, then moved my body slightly to the side and slid my hand between her legs, grunting in pleasure at just how badly she wanted me. Her eyes rolled back in her head when I used one finger, then two.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
Her hand clutched at my arm while she fought the rising wave of pleasure pushing her body into a helpless arch. Her teeth clenched, and she sucked in deep, seeking breaths.
“Let go,” I told her. I kissed her, hot and messy, and found the soft, wet part of her that I wanted most.
