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Ivy
Anxiety dumps into my bloodstream, but when he rakes his gaze over my body, I'm glad I wore the clingy dress.
He looks… hungry. I gulp because I understand that feeling.
Easton is cool and edgy in his dark jeans and tight black sweater. There's enough of the Bad Boy in him to feed the restlessness in my soul. Yet, at the same time, his confident swagger makes me feel safe in a way I don't understand.
A beat later, I don't know what comes over me, but my brain short-circuits. I reach up, take Easton's face in my hands and press my lips to his. Sparks fly the moment our mouths meet.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and he threads his hands behind my back, drawing me closer.
Easton angles his mouth, deepening the kiss to an intoxicating level. He teases my bottom lip, and my lips part with a moan—his tongue slides against mine in self-assured strokes that are sexy as hell.
Easton's touch ignites delicious little fires across my skin. My body feels amazing, pressed against his.
I catch a whiff of his scent; it clings to him, hinting at masculine things like campfires and gasoline. It's the kind of scent that makes me want to strip off his shirt and press my nose to his bare skin. The thought makes my nerve endings sizzle, but a few more minutes and this kiss will be too hot for public consumption.
I wrench myself free, gasping for air, and sweep my hair off my face. His gaze darkens, and all traces of light-hearted banter vanish. The look he gives me is pure, carnal hunger.
Oh my god.
This.
Even though I didn't know what to ask for, this is the feeling I long for, and I want more.
I don't want to be a good girl anymore.
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KNEES UP
Easton
Ivy is pure temptation. She kisses like a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to ask. She's in the driver's seat, and I'm good with whatever she wants if she takes me along for the ride.
Her soft curves mold perfectly to my body. I imagine unzipping her dress and letting it fall away from her curves, leaving her breasts bare to my hands and mouth.
I'm getting carried away, which means it's time to get going. I am not putting on a show for the guys in the bar who wish they were in my shoes.
"You want to get out of here?" Her eyes widen. "Thanks to the airline, we both have a hotel room, and we'll end up there eventually. Your room or mine. It's up to you."
Her chest rises and falls with her breathing, making it impossible to keep my eyes off the swells of her breasts rising above her dress.
"We can go to your place, but I…." Ivy draws her bottom lip between her teeth.
She's giving off vixen vibes, yet she hesitates, and I don't want her to think I'm rushing things.
“But what?”I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb across her lip, teasing it free.
Her eyes search mine, and her breath rushes over my fingers. She’s as affected by our kiss as I am.
"At the end of the night, Ivy, you have two choices."
Her eyes bore into mine, waking up a deep calling inside my soul. Fuck. I want her, but for more than one night.
"And they are?"she asks.
With a body built for sin and a sassy mouth, she looks at me, totally unaware of her power over me.I could lose my mind over her. I can feel it.
