Lucky for him, she was dying for him to touch her there. “Yes.”
Sean slipped his fingers between her flesh and let out a rough groan of satisfaction. Ivy widened her stance a bit and watched him. Seeing his fingers slide over her, glistening with the evidence of her desire, caused a desperation to course through her.
He looked up at her, his eyes bright and questioning. She nodded, understanding him perfectly.
Never breaking eye contact, Sean dipped two fingers inside her, and she braced her hands on his shoulders, her knees nearly buckling under the exquisite sensations. He worked her into a frenzy, his fingers curling and pumping as his thumb rubbed circles over the bud at her core. After a while, he dipped his head and his tongue stroked and teased her nipples in time with the movement of his fingers.
“Sean—” she gasped, sucking in air as he continued his ministrations over and over until she couldn’t take any more. Until the blinding pressure erupted and wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Sean’s free hand held her hip firmly, holding her steady when she would have collapsed. Finally, the sensations ebbed, and her vision returned as she locked eyes with him, re-centering herself.
“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire fucking life,” he said, his voice low and thick and a little breathless.
Ivy could only think to say one thing.
“Again.” She launched herself away from him and raced to the side of her bed to pull out a condom from the bedside table, rushing back to him so quickly her legs caught the corner of the bed and launched her forward.
Laughing, Sean caught her before she dove headfirst into the wall. “What’s the hurry, gorgeous? You’ve had your turn.”
He steadied her, and she took the opportunity to curl into his embrace. His body was slick and hard, primed and needy, but controlled, his arms around her tender.
She could have stayed like that all night, tucked into the protective shield of his body—but she didn’t want to. Eager, Ivy pushed him onto the bed, all the way this time, so he was lying on his back.
“I want another turn,” she demanded as she climbed over him, straddling her legs on either side of his powerful thighs. “And I want it now.”
His eyes went from bright and laughing to molten and serious in a second. The deep growl that came from his throat, as he took the condom from her and rolled it down his shaft, went straight through her, reminding her body how ready she was for round two.
This was it. The first time a man would be inside her body since that night. She hovered over him, poised, staring down between them where his cock surged upward, aiming for her, straining for her.
Ivy swallowed as a memory she didn’t want threatened to invade her headspace. It hovered around the edges, like an unwelcome thief peeking through windows, looking for a way in. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to breathe through it. She wouldn’t let anything ruin this for her. She wouldn’t let that night touch this one.
Everything so far had been perfect, and this would be perfect too. She just had to—
A low voice called her name. Warm hands wrapped around hers. A familiar tug pulled at her heart. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes and met warmth. Patience. Trust.
“I’m your friend, right?” Why was it that the way he said the word, like it meant so much more than any friendship she’d ever had, made tears flood her eyes?
She nodded. “My best friend.” Her lips trembled over the words, making her voice wobble.
And he was. Hope was her sister-from-another-mister, but Sean was her very best friend.
Sean grunted in approval. “And you trust me to catch you when you fall, right?”
Again, she nodded, because she did. Absolutely did.You’re my trust fall.
“I’m the kind of friend who will never let you fall, not ever. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll always keep you safe. Every time, in every situation. Tell me you believe that?”
This time when she nodded, a tear slid down her cheek. “I believe it.”
“It’s you and me. No one else is here. Only us. Touching each other, holding each other, together. Be here with me. In your room, in your apartment, with candles, on your bed. Look at me and be here with me.” Sean threaded his fingers through hers, joining them.
Ivy looked down at their hands, then back into his eyes. “Sean.”
He nodded. “Yes, Ivy. You. Me. Us.” He came up and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, leaving his eyes open, never breaking contact with hers. Then he kissed her again, longer and deeper. As the kiss heated everything inside her, something in her heart and mind melted away.
“Say my name again,” Sean murmured against her lips.
