“I’m glad you like it,” I said, dragging my lips to the other side of his chest.
His hand left my breast so he could cup my cheeks and tip my face up toward his.“I’ll like it better when I have you naked again.Bedroom or couch?”
“What about the wall?”
Heat flared in his eyes.“First time isn’t happening against the wall, Ivy.”
I unbuttoned my blouse.“Bedroom.”
He pulled my lips to his.Another delicious kiss began, but this time, he wrapped a hand around my waist and walked us backward to my bedroom.
His other hand darted out and hit the light switch.
I broke the kiss and gazed up at him.“It’s like you’ve been here before.”
He arched a brow as he slid his hands under the lapels of my blouse.“Had to be sure I was alone earlier.”
I loved having his big, warm hands on me.His eyes watched as he gently guided the satin off my shoulders.
My fingers hit his belt buckle, and I undid it.
He shook his head.“That’s it, Trouble.”
“Why?”I asked.
“How am I gonna get you undressed if I can’t even get your shirt off?”he asked, guiding my hands away from him and easing my blouse off fully.
I had a hard time keeping my hands off of him, so I let my fingers trace the line of his sternum and the ridges of muscle lining his entire torso.
He found my bra clasp, undid it, and I had to stop my exploration long enough for him to pull my bra free.
“God, you’ve got great fuckin’ tits,” he said, his hands palming my breasts.
He sounded almost reverent.Then again, I’d never heard a heterosexual man complain at the sight of boobs.
I shoved my dress pants and my panties down, then went to work on the button of his jeans.
“Are you in a hurry?”he chuckled.
“You saw me naked already.Fair is fair in my world, and I’m determined to get you naked, too, mister.”
He helped me out by unzipping his jeans and shucking them along with his boxer briefs.
Seeing him in all his glory was a sight to behold… it seemed he ticked all of my boxes, too.
“Get on the bed, woman.I’m not letting anything keep me from seeing you come on my tongue.”
I sauntered past him.“You better not, my man.”
A distinct pain scored through my tush a moment before I heard the sound of Ryan spanking me.I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes wide with incredulity, but I caught sight of his round ass since he was bent over to pull his boots free and step out of his jeans.
“Couldn’t help it, Ivy.Your ass might be as outstanding as your tits, but that’s a damn close call.”
I giggled and climbed up onto my four-poster bed.“Stop complimenting me.You’re going to give me a complex.”
He stalked to the bed.“Don’t get humble on me now.”
I felt my eyebrow arch.“Nobody tells me my ass is as great as my boobs.”
