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She slides her hands up my chest, her touch causing sparks to ignite along my skin as she pushes my shirt from my shoulders. I shrug out of it, settling my hands back at her waist, pulling away a bit so I can drink her in.
Jesus, she’s gorgeous. I’m hard as a rock just looking at her and I start to back her toward the bed, pushing gently at her shoulders so she falls onto the mattress with a little huff of annoyance. Her long hair falls around her shoulders in tousled waves, the ends barely covering her breasts, tempting me to rake my fingers through the silky strands. Without warning she hooks her finger through the belt loop of my pants, pulling me forward and tipping me off balance so I fall onto the bed.
Fall onto her.
“Now I have you where I want you,” she murmurs just before she lifts her head and kisses me deep, her tongue immediately sliding against mine. She skims her hands down my back so lightly I shiver.
Damn, her touch feels good. She feels good beneath me, her hands on me, her legs winding around my hips. I still have my pants on, but I can feel her. My erection nudges against her heated sex and she tilts her hips, grinding against me as she devours my mouth.
She’s turned into a wildcat, rubbing against me, her mouth on mine like she wants to consume me, and I willingly fall under her spell. Let her take completely over, asI’m lost to her delicious taste, the way her tiny hands are all over me, at the front of my pants. Undoing the snap, sliding the zipper down until she’s reaching inside and stroking my cotton-covered cock.
“Wow, Archer, you’re packing,” she murmurs after breaking our kiss, her fingers curling around my erection and giving me an agonizing squeeze.
I burst out laughing at her comment. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Oh yeah.” She slides her hands around my hips, pushing my pants down until they bunch up about mid-thigh. “Take these off. Take everything off.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” I whisper against her mouth just before I swipe at her plump lower lip with my tongue.
“I never act like this,” she says when I climb off her to shed the rest of my clothes. Her greedy gaze never leaves me. “I think it’s all your fault.”
“My fault?” Her admission shocks me. How can she blame me for her crazy behavior? “How so?”
“It’s you or the champagne I drank earlier.” Her gaze drops to crotch level and she’s checking me out, her eyes widening the slightest bit once I shed my boxer briefs. “Um, wow.”
“Scared?” I rejoin her on the bed, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her over until she’s lying beneath me. “You should be,” I whisper before I kiss her. Devour her. It grows wild in an instant, my hands roaming her skin, mapping her curves, her hands just as busy as mine, diving straight for my cock. I’ll blow if she keeps touching me like that, and I’m not about to go that route, so I grasp hold of her wrists and pull her arms up above her head. Holding her captive as she wiggles against me, making little noises full of frustration.
Driving me fucking insane.
She breaks the kiss first, glaring at me as she jerks her hands against my grip. “I want to touch you.”
“You keep on touching me and I’m going to explode all over your fingers,” I growl.
Ivy laughs, arching against me so her breasts brush my chest. I can literally feel the hard points of her nipples press into my skin.
This woman is going to kill me. I just know it.
Chapter 5
Ivy
Archer Bancroft has a body like no other man I’ve been with before, let alone seen live and in person, up close and in my face. All solid mass and smooth skin, defined muscles and broad chest and shoulders. He’s all I can see and hear and smell and taste while he lies on top of me, his long fingers curled around my wrists, holding my arms captive above my head.
What we’re doing is so completely unexpected, so unbelievably exciting, my entire body is shaking in anticipation. He’s kissing me like he’s a starving man and I’m the only thing he craves. I can feel his erection nudging between my legs, and I’m so wet for him it’s almost embarrassing.
But I don’t care. I’m drunk on the sensation of his body pressing into mine, his hungry mouth, his insistent tongue, those big, rough hands pinning me to the bed.
I had no idea being held down would arouse me so much, but oh my God, I’m so hot for him I feel like I’m going to burst.
“Promise not to go straight for my dick?” he whispers in my ear after breaking our kiss.
I want to laugh. I also want to moan. His blunt words turn me on too. “Maybe I really want to go straight for your dick.”
His eyes lock with mine. They’re dark and full of smoldering heat. “I already told you what might happen if you did that.”
Oh yes, he sure did. I might want to witness that too. In fact, the idea is amazingly hot. Me stroking him, Archer losing all control and coming all over my fingers...
Restlessly I rub my legs against his, and he chuckles as if he can read my mind. “Promise me you won’t make a grab.”
