Chapter 13
IVY
The air in the SUV was thick, charged in a way that made it hard to breathe. The chemistry between us was too strong to ignore.
“Your place?” I echoed, shifting in my seat.
Saxon’s mouth curved into one of his half smiles. “Yeah.”
“I guess this is as good a place to talk as any,” I mumbled.
His answering grunt was all the confirmation I got before he pulled into a numbered spot and killed the engine. My heart raced as he slid out of the driver’s side and came around to mine. When he opened the door, I stayed frozen for a second, staring up at him.
“You always bring girls home without asking first?” I tried for humor, my tone lighter than I felt.
“Only the one I don’t plan on letting go. And I’ve never brought another woman here at all.”
I blinked up at him, my breath hitching in my chest.
“C’mon, sunshine.”
He helped me out of the car, his hand firmly around mine as he led me toward the elevator, then pressed the button for the top floor.
I was too aware of him during the ride up. Of the way his chest rose and fell slowly and how his other hand flexed at his side like he was resisting the urge to touch me again.
“You’re quiet,” I finally whispered.
His answer was low enough that I felt it more than heard it. “Trying not to smash what little control I have left.”
The car slowed. By the time the doors slid apart, my panties were drenched in anticipation.
Saxon guided me forward with a hand at the small of my back. His touch was light, but my body reacted like he’d branded me.
We stepped into a wide-open living space—floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glitter of the city below. His apartment was as impressive—and as unapologetically masculine—as he was.
He set his keys on a console, then locked the door behind us. The sound of the bolt sliding home echoed through the space.
“Saxon—” I started, not sure what I meant to say.
He turned slowly, his hazel eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. Whatever restraint he’d been clinging to in the elevator was gone.
He was in front of me in two strides, stripping us out of our coats and shoes. Then his fingers curled under my chin, tipping my face up. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Before I could reply, he lifted me, and my back met the wall. The air rushed out of my lungs, replaced by a sharp gasp as his mouth crashed down on mine.
This kiss was nothing like the ones before. Not even the night he’d made me come in his SUV.
There was no teasing or careful testing of boundaries. Just pure, hungry need.
His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place while my fingers tangled in his hair.
I finally managed to pull back enough to whisper, “What are you doing?”
His gaze burned into mine as he growled, “Proving it.”
Then his mouth was on my neck, his teeth scraping lightly over my skin, and every thought scattered.
I didn’t remember wrapping my legs around him or the way his name slipped out on a moan. All I knew was the heat of his body and the dizzy certainty that I’d never wanted anyone this much.
Saxon’s breath was hot against my throat when he rasped, “Hold on.”
I barely had time to tighten my arms around his shoulders before he pushed away from the wall and carried me through the apartment, his strength making me feel weightless.
He stopped in a bedroom that matched the rest of his place, but I didn’t take much in other than the giant bed in the middle of the space.
He set me on my feet but didn’t let go. His hands stayed at my hips, thumbs tracing slow circles that had my knees trembling.
Then one palm slid up my spine, and he wrapped my hair in a fist to tilt my head back.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, tangling with mine in a kiss that made my head spin. “Ready to fully become mine, sunshine?”
The rough edge in his voice undid me. “Yes.”
His mouth found mine again while his fingers slid beneath the hem of my sweater, pushing it up inch by inch until cool air kissed my skin. I helped him pull it over my head, then dragged his shirt off in return.
The first touch of bare skin to bare skin made me gasp. He was solid heat—every muscle defined under my palms, his heartbeat strong against mine.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
I met the intensity in his hazel eyes, and it felt like he was seeing straight through me, past the nerves to the desire I couldn’t hide. I didn’t even want to anymore.
When his hands drifted lower, I shivered. He watched my face the whole time, as though memorizing every reaction. There was reverence in the way he touched me, a quiet awe that made the world tilt.
The rest of our clothes vanished in a blur of movement, then his hands dropped to my butt and lifted me effortlessly until I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t miss a step as he carried me over to the bed and spread me out on the mattress, his heated gaze raking over me.
I felt completely bare—not just my body, but everything.
He brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
I couldn’t find words, so I just nodded, pulling him down to me. His shaft was hard and hot against my core, making me moan. I felt the tip of his dick leak against me, and knowing I’d made this quiet, steadfast man lose his control was a heady feeling.
“I need to be inside you, sunshine,” he grunted against my lips. “But first, I want another taste of your pussy, but not from my finger this time.”
He left a trail of hot kisses in his wake as he moved down my body, and I was already writhing in need by the time he reached the apex of my thighs. My body stretched taut when his tongue swiped through my wetness.
“So good,” I panted, already seeing stars behind my eyelids.
He took that as encouragement, framing my pussy with his palms as he spread my lower lips apart to devour me. Threading my fingers through his hair, I held on while Saxon used his lips, tongue, and teeth to bring me to the brink of an orgasm.
But then he lifted his head, and I whimpered.
“You wanna come, baby?”
“Yesss,” I panted, whipping my head from side to side.
“Say you’re mine, Ivy. I want to hear it,” he demanded. “Now.”
“I’m yours,” I breathed.
“Damn straight,” he murmured against my damp flesh before sinking his tongue inside me while pinching my clit.
Waves of pleasure crashed over me. They were stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. “Yes, oh yes! Saxon!”
He licked me through my release, waiting until I was a boneless heap against the mattress to climb up my body and settle between my legs again. Grabbing the base of his dick, he lined it up with my entrance and took my mouth in a deep kiss as he drove forward.
I had no warning before he fully sheathed himself inside me. The stretch was intense, a sharp sting mixing with pleasure, and I froze, my breath catching.
“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and burying his head in my neck. “So damn tight.”
I went still, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Uh-huh.”
He lifted his head, concern in his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head and admitted with a nervous laugh, “Oops, didn’t I mention that I’m a virgin? Or was, I guess.”
His eyes filled with awe. “You saved this for me, sunshine?”
“Yeah,” I confessed, my cheeks filling with heat. “Probably something I should’ve mentioned sooner.”
His hips flexed in the tiniest movement. “That depends on how much it hurts.”
I did an experimental wiggle, surprised to find I was already adjusting to his size. “Not bad.”
“Because you were made to take me, Ivy.”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing. “Only you.”
His control snapped. He grabbed my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, and draped one of my legs over his arm. The shift opened me up, and he sank even deeper.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.
“Oh, wow.” He filled me completely, perfectly, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved.
“Say it again,” he whispered in my ear.
My gaze jerked up to his face, his hazel eyes burning into mine as a muscle jumped in his jaw. “What?”
“That you’re mine.”
I twined my arms around his neck. “I’m yours, Saxon.”
Something inside him broke loose at that. His pace turned rougher, desperate. Every roll of his hips drew a cry from my lips and each kiss branded me deeper.
He caught my mouth again, swallowing my moans until pleasure built into something fierce and bright. When I shattered around him, his name tore from my throat. “Saxon!”
He followed a heartbeat later, burying his face against my neck as his body shook with release.
For a long time, we just stayed tangled together, breathing hard, the room filled with the steady rhythm of our hearts.
Eventually, Saxon shifted, pulling me against his chest and tucking me beneath his chin. One big hand traced lazy circles along my back.
“You okay?” he murmured.
I smiled against his skin. “Better than okay.”
He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Good. Because that’s not the last time you’re saying it.”
I laughed softly. “Bossy much?”
His chest rumbled beneath my cheek. “You bring it out in me, sunshine.”