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“Well, let’s turn that down a notch,” Alani teased, head cocked to the side so that she leaned against his hand. “I wouldn’t call it a raging success, but definitely a success.”
His smile widened. “I’ll take what I can get.”
They studied one another for a long while in the subdued light of her side table lamp, openly taking in one another’s features, not bothering to be subtle about it anymore. Ivo really was a handsome man, but there was more to him than that—something you could easily miss at first glance. There was hurt in his eyes, a depth that she hadn’t ever expected. She wanted those eyes to bore into hers so she could sift through their bottomless depths and find Ivo’s truth.
It should have frightened her to want that; Alani knew that better than most. Yet there she was, inching ever closer, yearning for his touch to the point where her body hummed with adrenaline, begging her to just straddle him and be done with it. But she proceeded with caution, slowly closing her eyes when his hand worked its way into her hair, gently massaging her scalp.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, his voice taking on a deep rasp that she felt in her sex. “I don’t know what I did to bring you to Angel Fire, but—”
“You didn’t do anything,” she protested softly, eyes flickering open and searching out his. “I chose to come here. If anything, I made this happen. I decided.” She paused, swallowing hard, then added, “And I’m glad I did. Really.”
His brow crinkled a little as if her words pained him, and suddenly the hand cradling her head tightened around her hair. Alani released a surprised gasp as he dragged her forward and claimed her lips.
His kiss had all the searing raw force that was missing in their first kiss at the museum. Teeth and tongue and swollen lips met unlike she had ever experienced before, and before she knew it, he hauled her up onto his lap. It was there, as she straddled his hips, that his size really hit her—and it wasn’t just his height that Alani was suddenly very aware of. His length pressed hard and firm against her thigh, and somehow that only spurred her on, encouraging her to buck her hips and grind against him.
The sounds he made… groans, growls, harsh breaths… drove Alani absolutely wild. Like he was actually claiming her entire being, not just her mouth. While her hands stuck to safer territory around his face, fingers itching to crawl down his neck and embrace his muscular shoulders, Ivo wasn’t shy about where he wanted to touch—to caress, to grab, to knead, to spank.
Heat pooled between her thighs at an alarming rate when he bucked up against her. Alani’s mind became a hazy mess of want and need. Somewhere in there, the rational side of her whispered for her to stop, to slow things down at least, but she shoved it into the depths, locked the door and threw away the key.
Because she didn’t want to stop.
She didn’t want to take it slow. Alani wanted to feel every inch of him against her, so much so that she didn’t protest when his fingers slipped under her shirt and dragged the fabric up and over her head. While her lips sought out his, Ivo’s dropped to her ample cleavage, face buried in skin that prickled at the attention, her nipples hard and desperate for his mouth.
Her head tipped back with a wanton moan when he yanked her bra cups aside and obliged the solid peaks, tongue swirling around each before dragging up the curve of her neck.
“Ivo,” she whimpered, leaning into him as he pressed searing kisses up her neck, nipping at her earlobe. “Oh, God…”
The growl he gave in response rumbled all the way down to her sex, which clenched in response, soaking through her underwear. His hands gripped her upper arms as he suddenly lifted her off and stood her before him, her calves knocking against the coffee table. With a lusty twinkle in his eye, Ivo arched an eyebrow and all but attacked her jeans, lips quirked in a sinful smile.
There was a rush of color across her cheeks, trailing down to her neck and chest, when he yanked her pants down her legs—but in the end, she still stepped out of them. His mouth then latched to her skin, his heated kisses traveling southward across her body until they reached the top of her underwear. By then she was so far gone, so enraptured with his touch, that she didn’t notice him pause and glance up at her until he cleared his throat.
“W-What?” She looked down sharply, worried he’d found some weird mole or hair or whatever could be down there that would make him stop doting on her with those supple lips. When his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, Alani immediately caught his meaning—he was asking her permission to continue. Blinking hard, she braced herself on his shoulders and nodded, then pushed back when he nipped at the elastic waistline. “On second thought, wait…”
Before he got any ideas about her wanting him to stop, Alani crouched down and started tugging his shirt off, wanting to sink her nails into his meaty shoulders.
“You’re overdressed,” she insisted as she tossed his shirt away, the fabric still warm—as if she had just taken it out of the dryer. Ivo groaned, hands roving around behind to cup her ass.
“And we can’t have that, can we?”
Not completely confident that her words would sound as strong as she intended, Alani simply shook her head. Ivo grinned and pulled her panties down, all the way to her ankles, licking and kissing his way back up. As she braced herself on his shoulders again, Alani realized she was trembling—totally exposed in front of a man she barely knew—and yet somehow she didn’t feel like running. There was no innate urge to cover up or go for the lights. Alani was exactly where she wanted to be. There was comfort at that moment—comfort and desire and desperation for more.
Her lips tumbled apart when his mouth closed over her swollen clit, tongue tormenting the sensitive bud as her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Thank goodness she not only kept a clean house but a well-groomed everything.
A flush of heat rolled across her as he groaned, his hands kneading her ass while he tasted her. Inch by inch, he eased her legs apart and slid down to the floor to get a better angle, and Alani cried out when his tongue slipped between her damp folds to sample her most intimate part.
Although she could have stood there for hours, using Ivo to prop herself up as she all but melted under his talented tongue, it seemed Ivo had other plans in mind. With a growl he was on his feet, hoisting her up and walking her across the room until her back hit the wall.
She exhaled sharply, eyes wide and curious as they sought his out. The sound of a zipper coming undone clued her in, and Alani wrapped her arms around his neck and crossed her ankles behind his back as he freed himself. Too shy to look down, she closed her eyes at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her opening, then sliding teasingly from back to front.
Just as she was about to admonish him, Ivo slid into her, earning heady cries from both of them, their pitches harmonized as he slowly sunk in. Her channel clenched at the intrusion, but as he kissed her deeper, she opened herself up to him completely. Pleasure bloomed from her core, blossoming out to the rest of her body as he started to move. He seemed to grit his teeth with each thrust, which made her frown.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s hard not to just take you,” Ivo hissed, bucking against her forcefully enough to make Alani squeak. Her lips slid into a coquettish grin, and she tightened her grip around him.
“Who said you shouldn’t?”
The look on his face… It was like a kid on Christmas morning. Alani giggled as his pace quickened, face buried between her neck and shoulder. Her giggles faded, however, as pleasure overtook her, and she started rolling her hips to meet his, over and over and over again until a climax took her breath away. Her mouth hung open as pleasure overwhelmed her, and her hand slid into Ivo’s trim brown-blond hair, tugging at whatever she could reach.
As the earth-shattering bliss began to fade, she could feel her body sagging, even as Ivo continued to slam into her.
“Oh, you think I’m done with you?” he whispered, nipping at her lower lip and stepping away from the wall. Alani squealed and clung to him, her sex throbbing as he carried her toward the bedroom. “Sweetheart, we’re only just getting started…”
