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Ivy

The look in his eyes was hard to read. His gaze was dark and intense as he watched me so closely it was like he could read every thought I had. Was he upset? Maybe he preferred women who were experienced. Not twenty-six-year-old virgins.

I sat up, feeling vulnerable and too exposed. “We don’t have to,” I started, and the humiliation burned hot up my throat until the words just stopped. “I mean, I guess I understand if you want someone with more experience.” I sighed heavily, my head spun from the orgasm. From the sight of his gorgeous body. The shock of what I just experienced. It’s all over now, I reminded myself. “I guess we should talk about the practical side of this. Being married but… not.” He was a man who had needs, of course he did. “I’m not sure how long this thing is meant to last but you have needs and—”

“Stop. Talking.” His tone was sharp and left no room for anything but obedience.

My lips snapped shut immediately. My heart raced as I waited for whatever he said or did next.

“You’re a virgin?” It was such a simple question but nothing about it felt simple.

My cheeks flamed. At my age, most women had at least a handful of lovers, more if Dani was to be believed. “Yes.”

He nodded back slowly, not in response to anything but as if he was thinking about something else. “And you think that’s a problem?”

“Yeah.” I said. “Guys want a woman who knows what she’s doing and I don’t. I won’t know what you like or how to give you what you like.” And after what he’d just done, that intimate act that had given me more pleasure than I ever knew was possible, I wanted to give me what he liked too.

Knox flashed a predatory smile and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m not shy, Ivy. I am more than happy to show you what I like.”

Hope bloomed back to life. Thoughts stuttered through my mind as it caught up to his words. “So you’re not turned off?”

He shook his head and gripped my wrist again, a little hard, but it was forgotten when my hand made contact with his cotton covered erection. “Exactly the fucking opposite,” he growled before scooping me off the counter, and tossing me over his shoulder in one smooth move.

“You’re strong,” I said, my voice filled with awe. I wasn’t exactly a petite woman, and he’d picked me up like I was, which felt better than I ever could have guessed.

His long legs took the stairs easily, carrying both of us. He bypassed my room and stepped into his, where he laid me down on his bed and watched me. Studied me like he was trying to figure me out. “You sure?”

I nodded slowly.

“I need to hear it, Ivy.”

He needed to hear it, which meant I had to find the words when my brain could hardly remind me to breathe, never mind form words. “I’m…” I started and stopped again. “No man has ever tempted me to want to be this vulnerable with him, to give myself so completely,” I admitted while my heart did a fifty meter dash inside my chest. “But what you did with just your mouth was better than I’ve ever managed with my fingers or a vibrator.”

He growled, the sound was low and wicked and absolutely delicious.

My cheeks flamed to what I knew was probably a crazy shade of hot pink, but I shook my head and pushed forward. “I’m ready. To do more, I mean. I’m sure. Positive, in fact.”

“Just what I wanted to hear.” His grin was wide and tempting, but it was his eyes that held me in place. His gaze never left mine, not when he stepped away from the bed. Hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. Tugged them down strong, powerful thighs with a few tattoos that I completely ignored when his dick sprang free.

“Wow.” He was long and hard, which was already a good start, but he was so thick I pulsed between my thighs at the sight of him. “Holy shit, Knox.”

His brows wiggled. “Like what you see?”

I licked my lips, ignoring my dry mouth, and nodded. “It’s beautiful.”

A low chuckle sounded as he knelt on the bed and climbed between my thighs. He didn’t just shove himself into me, which I expected. Instead, he teased me. “You’re a dirty girl underneath all this innocence, I bet.”

I listened to the low, gritty timbre of his words but I couldn’t focus on them. How could I, when his fingertips started at my chin and dragged over my collarbone and down my chest? His palms skated over my aching nipples before his fingertips returned, over my ribs and down my belly. “Knox,” I moaned softly.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Ivy. I hope you know that.”

Denial was on the tip of my tongue but then he touched me. Two fingers started at my pubic bone and slid down, teasing my slit before he opened me and touched my clit. “Oh!”

He smiled again, watching my face as he slid two fingers inside me. “Look at how wet you already are,” he fucked me with those two fingers, in short, shallow strokes. “You hear that?”

I nodded, slightly embarrassed.

“Good. That’s a good start but I need this pussy drenched before I fuck her.”