She was still wearing her bra and panties, but he wasn’t going to point it out. This was her rodeo. She could keep them on all night if she wanted. Although he prayed that wouldn’t be the case.
Her gaze was still fixed on his midsection, which was starring his very eager erection. The ‘o’ of her mouth grew bigger when he took a step toward her.
“Ivy?” he questioned through a smile. He loved her like this, all stunned and heated and turned on by him. It was the ‘by him’ part he liked best.
She blinked and looked up at him, clearing her throat. “Um, can you sit on the bed? Please.” She was so damn cute and innocent that he did as he was told, sitting himself on the edge of the mattress in front of her.
“I, um, I don’t really know. I…” Her gaze roamed over him, her hands fidgeting. She did a little shuffle from side to side, and nerves started to creep into her aura again, fading the glow of desire he’d been admiring.
“Ivy.” To still her hands, he laced his fingers with hers. “Look at me.”
And she looked at him, her trust humbling him to the core.
“Keep looking at me. Just look into my eyes. As long as you keep looking at me, we’ll be fine. We’ll stay connected. I’ll be able to see everything in your eyes, and you’ll be able to see everything in mine, and we’ll be in this moment together. Okay?”
As he spoke Ivy’s tension eased, until her hand was soft in his, the nerves stilled. For now.
She nodded, then to his surprise, reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. For a few heartbeats, she held the silky fabric to her breasts, not letting it fall fully away from her body. Her eyes locked onto his until, with a sigh, she let it drop, revealing two of the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen.
He had to make every damn effort to not let his tongue loll out like an over eager dog.
She slid her fingers into her panties next, pulled them down slowly until she was standing fully naked, in all her goddess-like glory. And every horny teenage daydream he’d ever had came true in that very second.
He was full on ogling her stunning tits when she took his hand and guided it to one of the objects of all his attention. His fingers sunk into the soft, giving flesh.
Okay, he was wrong. Now, every dream he’d ever had had come true.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Ivy couldn’t remember a time ever in her life where she had been this aroused. There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t ache for sexual release. And the way Sean was looking at her, like she was a tall glass of water after a long run through the desert, was giving her a confidence she’d never experienced before. Ever.
She hadn’t realized how much she needed the control he was giving her. Honestly, she hadn’t known what to expect, but she hadn’t expected him to understand, so intuitively, what she needed. Knowing that he wouldn’t be making any of the moves tonight took away her anxiety and uncertainty about what might come. Any worry she might have had about how she’d react if he did something she didn’t like vanished because he wouldn’t be doing anything she didn’t tell him to do. She was in control. And she liked it. Even nervous as hell, she liked it.
So when he’d simply sat there, staring at her boobs, she’d brought his hand to her sensitive skin.
A slow smile spread across his wide lips, as he ran his fingers along the taut peak, then spread his big palms over either side of her rib cage, running his hands down the dip of her waist and back up again.
Ivy inhaled sharply at his touch.
“Can I kiss them, honey?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
Taking his time, Sean bent forward, tugged her toward him, covering her right nipple with his mouth.
Moisture shot to her core like an arrow, flooding the area between her legs. She pressed her thighs together to relieve the pressure.
Sean’s mouth moved over her nipple and breast with an expertise she didn’t want to dwell on too much. He had skill. It was part of the reason she picked him. How he acquired it wasn’t something she wanted to overthink. She focused on the fact that he was with her now, in this room, with his mouth onherbreast, his groan of pleasure vibrating throughherbody.
Wanting to touch him, she lifted her hands and ran them through his hair. Eventually, he traveled to the left breast, imparting the same treatment, and her head fell forward, moaning as she watched his tongue lap and tease her nipple into a stiff peak.
“Oh God,” she sighed and took a step closer to him.
His erection bobbed against her thigh, hard but smooth, and he hissed in a breath at the contact.
“Does it feel good?” she asked.
Sean pulled away from her breasts and gazed up at her with a curious mix of intense desire and agony. “Ivy, sweetheart, I feel more than good. I feel, fuck, can I touch you? I really need to touch you here.” He brushed his fingers over her aching center, the light touch ripping a little cry out of her.
