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EASY TIGER
Ivy
I don't know what scared me the most. The thought of Easton defending me by pounding that guy to a pulp or the fact I like it.
We are standing under a streetlight which casts a peaceful halo over Easton. I'm transfixed, unable to breathe. Everything about him is perfect, from the masculine curve of his jaw to his high cheekbones carved from marble. But most importantly, I feel safe with him.
He reaches out and begins stroking my hair. Tentative at first, his touch soft, he pins a lock behind my ear in a way that calms me.
God, he is so beautiful; he makes my heart ache.
Then, on a whim, I lean in and kiss him. I feel the moisture of his hot breath and the heat of his skin when he tenderly cups my face. Kissing him feels so good. I never want it to end. I don’t want to think about what happened in the bar, what triggered him, or anything like that.
All I want to think about is kissing him. I’ve been overly cautious all my life, always hesitating and weighing the options. My parents drilled the fear of consequences into my sister and me, making me too pragmatic. Too guarded, and I’ve had enough.
I was concerned about my decision earlier, but if I listen to my gut, I know what I want. Besides, changing my mind is my prerogative.
“Let’s go,” I command, having decided to go home with Easton.
“You’re sure then.” He grins when I reach for his hand, threading the other arm behind me, squeezing me reassuringly around the waist.
“Very.” He presses a kiss on top of my head, and I shiver with delight.
“Trust me, and everything’s going to work out fine. I’ll look after you. It will be a night you’ll never forget.”
I give him a coy smile, enjoying the game we’re playing. My stomach is full of butterflies, but I trust Easton. I know he won’t let me down.“You’ve already done that. Now I want to see how you’re going to top it.”
“I love a woman with a backbone.”
* * *
We head to the airport so I can collect my luggage, then make our way to the hotel. Easton is touching me the entire time. His arm is around my waist, or he holds my hand, ensuring we’re connected until we arrive at the hotel booked for us by the airline.
Our rooms are identical but on different levels. Neither of us cares which one we use. The atmosphere between us changes—it becomes charged with electricity, and every decision feels urgent.
The moment we’re alone, he draws me into his arms. Almost in slow motion, he touches my face, tilting my chin."Finally," he says before lowering his mouth to mine.
He threads his fingers through my hair and claims my lips, devouring me like a starving man.Easton's passionate kiss is possessive. He leaves me breathless, kissing me like it's the last time, but I hope there will be many more.
I thread my fingers through his thick hair, loving the way he feels under my grip. My fingers inch under his sweater and dance across the ridges of his washboard abs. My hand settles on his belly, his skin is warm, and the muscles pop beneath the surface, hard and unyielding.
Everything about him is strong, lean, and powerful. Delicious.
With my inhibitions lowered, I moan into his mouth as we kiss some more. His kisses are smoldering hot, and I return them eagerly, telling myself to surrender and enjoy. It feels right, and I can't wait for more.
If this is how good it feels with our clothes on, I can't imagine how good it'll feel when we’re nuzzled together without a stitch of clothes between us.
Easton grows impatient and begins tearing at my clothes as well as his own. He removes and discards each item in a mad rush before guiding me to the bed. We tumble on top and land with a soft whomp. Thank God because my legs were about to give way.
We lie hip to hip, chest against chest. The bulge trapped between us now is hard and so very, very big.
He shifts me higher against his body, and the fit is tight but perfect—like two halves of a whole.
"Oh!" I gasp as he crawls over me, kissing me with more urgency. He kisses my lips, neck, and shoulder before finally settling over one round breast.
My eyelids flutter closed when he begins stroking me.I have a sudden, almost spiritual moment of gratitude for whatever co-incidence or unseen universal power brought us together when he croons in my ear.
His hands slide down my sides, and I'm lost in the moment, loving the way his skin is hot against mine. His lips move from my neck to my belly, and I'm overwhelmed with pure bliss. I don't ever want this moment to end.
