“What?” Her eyes were still hooded, her face relaxed.
“Let’s meet again tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.”
My fingers slipped under her underwear, fixing it back in place, and she hissed when I lightly brushed against her sex. She was making this extremely difficult, but I couldn’t give her what she wanted. Not tonight. Even if I tossed all caution to the wind, I was bound to come in under a minute, and that’s not how I wanted to take her.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed the soft flesh under her ear. “I’ll make it worth your wait.”
Before she could protest, I spied her friends weaving through the crowd toward the booth. Luck was with me tonight, in more ways than one.
“They’re coming back.”
She gave me a resigned look and climbed off, sitting down beside me. I adjusted my pants, putting my hands in my lap to hide the painfully hard evidence of what we’d just done. My jacket was hanging off Ivy’s shoulders. I liked how she looked in my clothes.
The booth filled up, the girls chatting and dancing excitedly, most of them well on their way to having nasty hangovers tomorrow. Zoey sat down at my other side and nudged me with her elbow.
“Do something fucked up to her, and I’ll hunt you down,” she whispered into my ear.
Too late. I was pretty sure she’d consider me fingering her friend inside a club as fucked up, but in the haze of my lingering arousal, all I could think about was how I missed having Ivy in my lap.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, briefly meeting her watchful gaze. It was time for me to leave, jack off a few times at home, and pray Ivy wouldn’t change her mind about tomorrow.
Ivy’s eyes followed me as I stood up. She’d gotten quiet since the others returned, but I didn’t see regret or nervousness in her expression. If anything, she looked mildly annoyed.
I leaned down to say goodbye to her. “I’ll see you soon.”
She moved closer, until her mouth was beside my ear. “Tomorrow, I’m going to be the one licking you off my hand.”
My eyes snapped closed. I forced myself to take a deep breath. What was I about to do again? Oh, right, leave.
She laughed, amused by my apparent inability to straighten up and walk out. “And then—”
“Jesus, Ivy.” I placed my finger on her lips. “Stop talking.”
“Don’t you want to hear how I’m going to suck—”
I silenced her with a kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth and stealing her breath until she moaned against my lips. When I pulled away and looked around for the closest escape, her friends were all staring at us with eyes as big as saucers.
With one last look at her flushed face, I left, my legs as heavy as lead. One more word from her, and I didn’t think I’d ever get away.
I gunned my car down the nearly empty streets, lights and palm trees blurring beyond the windows. Inside, I tore my clothes off, leaving them right on the floor as I walked into the shower, pressed my back against cold tile, and fisted my cock. Warm water cascaded down my torso while I jerked off to the memory of Ivy coming undone right in my lap.
I was screwed. So. Fucking. Screwed.
16
IVY
I wasin sexual agony the entire way home from the club. When Zoey and Sophie realized that I was too shell-shocked to respond to their teasing, they stopped talking about the kiss and proceeded to gossip about something else. I tuned them out, staring out the window of the taxi and thinking about the feel of Jamie’s strong hands clutching my hips.
Who was that woman at the club? I’d been brazen with Jamie, more forward than I ever thought I could be, and it had felt…amazing. Adrenaline had pumped through my veins the entire time we were together, the anxiety and the desire mixing into a boozy cocktail that went straight to my head. I wanted him so freaking badly that my vagina wept. It was empty, hollow, needy. Damn him for walking out on me like that. Still, there was no sting of rejection. He’d been open about wanting me—that sexy vulnerability again. Maybe that’s what had allowed me to be vulnerable around him, too.
Had there ever been a virgin this eager to finally get laid? If it were a competition, I was sure I’d win. The thought of finally seeing what he was hiding under all those clothes sent me reeling.
That’s all it is, I reminded myself. Just explosive, mind-melting,physicalattraction to the guy.
We rolled out of the cab, took our heels off, and climbed the stairs to the apartment. Inside, Sophie trudged into the bathroom while Zoey handed me a glass of water.
