When Ivy emerged wrapped in a towel, her hair damp and smelling like coconut, something primal stirred in my chest.
"You're staring," she said, but her cheeks flushed.
"Can't help it."
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the hint of a smile as she disappeared into her bedroom. I followed, leaning against the doorframe as she rifled through her closet.
"You planning to watch me get dressed?"
"Thinking about it."
"Pervert." But there was no heat in it.
I crossed the room in three strides, catching her around the waist and pulling her back against my chest. She gasped, her hands flying to grip my forearms.
"Eric—"
I kissed the curve of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. "Tell me to stop and I will."
She didn't tell me to stop.
The towel hit the floor, and we tumbled onto her bed in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter. My briefs were discarded in an instant.
I caged her in my arms, staring down at the face that had stolen my heart so many years ago. The woman who made me feel alive and like anything was possible.
"Eric…" She breathed my name like I would vanish in an instant.
"I want you, Ivy. In more ways than you could ever know," I admitted. Sure, we'd only been together for seven months, but that time had been enough. We'd practically lived together, and sometimes, you just knew.
She'd been the one who'd got away. No other woman had ever made me feel the way she had.
"Show me, be the Eric I remember," she dared, the fire igniting in those wicked eyes.
The Eric she remembered.
That Eric was less restrained. Something she'd caused. Had I had restraint last night with her? Yes, I'd not wanted to scare her off.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive." She propped herself up on her elbows to kiss me, and there was no holding it back now.
I claimed her mouth, fingers threading through her damp hair as I tilted her head back. My other hand slipped between her thighs, finding her already slick and ready. She whimperedagainst my lips as I circled that sensitive spot, the sound going straight through me like lightning. Her hips bucked against my touch, desperate for more friction.
"Eric—" She broke the kiss, gasping as I slipped two fingers inside her, working them slowly while my thumb pressed against her clit.
God, her moans were music to me, my cock throbbing and twinging with each arch of her body. I wanted to be inside her, to fuck her senseless, to embrace the wild side like we used to.
"Eric." The whimper on her lips drew a deep groan from me as I stroked her walls, loving how she writhed and cried out beneath me.
I didn't want her finishing just yet though. No, I had a plan for her now.
"Please…" She was trembling beneath me, and I couldn't wait any longer. The one word, the begging request, it was all I needed. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed inside with one smooth thrust. We both groaned at the connection, her body welcoming me like we'd never been apart.
I pulled back to graze my teeth over her shoulder.
"That's it," I murmured against her throat. "Let me hear you."
Her nails raked down my back, leaving fire in their wake. The sharp sting only drove me harder, deeper. She wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back.
