Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Owen
Ivy winds her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine.
She feels perfect. Her body is slim but strong, and her lips are soft and lush.
The taste of her floods my mouth, and I want more. The rush of pleasure in my body is unfamiliar. I’ve been starving to kiss her since the first night we met.
And now that we’ve started, I can’t stop.
My hands roam up her back, over the plush fabric of her robe. I cup the back of her neck and wind my other arm around her waist. The clutch is a little desperate. I should feel embarrassed by my obvious show of need.
But embarrassment is the last thing on my mind as Ivy opens her mouth with a tiny moan. I sweep my tongue across her lower lip, tasting her sweet, earthy flavor.
Ivy moans again, and the throaty sound has my dick standing up at attention. Pleasure zings through my body, lighting tiny sparks that have been cold so long I thought they were dead.
The heat between us sizzles, exploding over every nerve in my body.
I slide my hand into her hair and tug the elastic band, setting her hair free. It falls around her shoulders in waves, filling the air with the scent of her perfume.
I breathe her in. Taste her tongue. Bury my hands in the silk of her hair.
She cups my cheek, her fingers sliding over the coarse shadow of my beard. Her exploration is thorough, and her tongue is curious, sliding over mine in a tentative thrust. We taste and touch, feeling our way around each other like two lost souls venturing out from the darkness together.
Her leg wraps around mine, and she presses against me. When we are hip to hip, I realize she’s naked under the robe.
My body jerks in instant reaction.
She’s naked.
The thought sends me into a spiral of need. Longing throbs through my body.
My hand drifts down to her ass, and I squeeze, urging her hips forward. She grinds against me exactly how I’d hoped she would, and I feel the scorching heat of her bare flesh against my jeans.
She gasps when she feels the hard ridge of my dick against her. The sound she makes is pure delight. Need shoots straight through me at the rawness of the noise.
My heart races, and every muscle in my body stiffens.
I grip her with both hands, lifting her until she’s off her feet and in my arms. She wraps her legs around my hips, and we are cinched together.
I stumble a few steps forward, finding my way to the nearest surface where I set her down and peel open her robe.
She leans back, arching her throat so I can trail hot, wet kisses over her exposed skin. I part the robe more, pushing it off her shoulders with as much patience as I can muster.
My heart slams in my chest, and my breath labors. Teasing her with my lips and tongue, I explore every inch of her neck, her collarbone, and her shoulder, before dipping lower to kiss the top of her breast.
Her hands thread through my hair, and she holds my head with a tight grip, guiding my mouth where she needs it. I leave a wet trail of sizzling kisses to her nipple, then tug the tight little bud into my mouth.
She grinds against me, crying out with pleasure as I swirl my tongue around her hard flesh and suck. I push her back, so she’s lying flat against the hard surface.
There’s a crash as something falls to the floor, but neither of us stops to investigate. Bracing my hand next to her head, I hover over her and kiss my way across her chest.
I rub her nipple between my thumb and finger while I lick between the valley of her breasts. She tastes tangy with salt and earth.
She tastes real.
I kiss her chest until she’s writhing beneath me, squirming with pleasure and demanding more.
She tugs my mouth up to hers, and we kiss greedily, all shyness gone. Our tongues collide, then lavish soothing strokes across swollen lips. Our teeth nibble and tease until the kiss is so hungry and wild, I have to break away for air.
Pushing her robe to the floor, I run my hands down her body. I drink her in with my eyes, letting my gaze fall on every curve, every dip of her slim body.
Sweat glistens on her skin, and a flush spreads across her chest. The rasp of my beard has left marks on her tender skin. I press my lips to the burn marks, soothing them with soft kisses.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she tugs on my scalp until I look up at her. Our gazes lock, and I recognize the foggy glaze of desire that must mirror my own.
“Not here,” she says, her voice husky.
I glance around and notice where we are, surpassing a laugh. We’re on top of a craft table covered in supplies. And that crash I’d heard earlier was a tin of glitter falling to the floor.
We’re both covered in multi-colored sparkles.
She frowns and plucks at my hair. “You’ve got stickers in your hair.”
I climb down from the table. “You were saying something about a shower?”
Her frown deepens, and her lips press together. “My water doesn’t work.”
I offer her my hand. “Mine does.”
After a brief hesitation, she takes my hand. “You sure?”
“Last time I checked.”
Fire races over Ivy’s cheeks. “That’s not what I meant.”
I hook my arm around her waist and pull her up from the table. My mouth closes over hers, and I kiss her until she knows exactly what I meant.
We try to break apart, but can’t stop kissing.
Finally, Ivy fits her hands between us and pulls back. “I’ve got glitter in my mouth.”
But she’s smiling, and so am I. “Let’s get out of here before we become a full-blown craft project.”
She slips her feet into a pair of boots by the front door and pushes her hair off her forehead. “This is your fault.”
I can’t keep my hands off her, and my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her back against my front. “Why’s that?”
She giggles as I nuzzle her neck from behind. “That assignment for the leaf collection.”
I pin her to my chest and slip a hand into her robe to cup her breast. “It never specified glitter.”
“You don’t know anything about girls,” she says, tilting her head back to kiss my jaw. “We love glitter.”
“I know a little bit.” I circle her nipple with my thumb. “Maybe you can show me the rest.”
It takes us forever to get from her house across the yard to mine with all the stops to kiss in between. The food I ordered is on my doorstep, and I scoop it up and deposit it on the counter.
“We’ll eat later,” I say, guiding her up the stairs.
In my bathroom, I turn on the water in the shower and eagerly kick off my shoes.
Ivy’s gaze tracks my every move as I yank off my shirt and reach for the button on my jeans. Her big blue eyes widen as I tug down the zipper and hook my thumbs in my boxer briefs.
My dick strains against the cotton fabric, throbbing with the need for release. But I plan to take my time with Ivy. Starting with soaping every inch of her skin, then rinsing her off.
I can’t wait to bury my face between her thighs and lick her clean.
“Take that off,” I say, gesturing at her robe.
She cocks her head at me and points to my lower half. “You first.”
My heart slams, and a coil of longing tightens in my belly. But I do as she says and push my briefs down along with my jeans, watching her face the entire time.
With some effort, she lifts her gaze to my face. “Not bad.”
I kick free of my pants. “Now you.”
She undoes the knot at her waist and steps out of the robe, standing fully naked in my dimly lit bathroom. The late afternoon light filtering in through the window caresses her curves, sparking on the glitter handprints on her breasts and belly.
I did that. And I want to do a whole lot more.
Steam fills the room as I open the shower door. “Ladies first.”
She smirks at me over her shoulder. “Such a gentleman.”
I watch her shapely ass as she walks under the hot spray and nearly trip over my feet trying to join her.