“Nash,” she breathed out as he shut and locked the front door behind them.
He didn’t let her finish, simply crushed his mouth to hers as he pinned her up against the front door. The way she melted against him, molded to him—it was too much and not enough.
She wrapped her legs around him, clutching onto his shoulders as if she would never let go.
And he never wanted her to let go. He was slipping off that edge now, free-falling and barely able to think, let alone speak. But first… “Condoms,” he rasped out as he pulled back, able to get the one word out. Good for him.
“On the pill.” Her words were as unsteady as he felt. Her grip on him never loosened either as he pinned her up against the door. Her fingers clawed at him, her own energy palpable.
They could do this with no barriers? Hell yes. “I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have simply taken her word. But this was Ivy and he trusted her implicitly—something that should scare him. He was so far gone for her, however, that there was no fear. Just a raw hunger inside him that he didn’t think would ever be slaked.
She grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged his mouth to hers.
Groaning, he took over immediately, his tongue teasing against hers as she grinded against him, the energy rolling off her like heat waves surrounding them.
He wanted to take his time with her, to devour every inch of her, but at this moment he felt completely manic, crazed with the need to thrust inside her. To fill her, claim her.
He managed to get her shirt off, and as he stared down at her, her long inky-black hair falling around her bra-covered breasts in waves, he knew he was never letting her go. Nope. Now that he had Ivy Danger in his arms, he was keeping her.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you for far too long.” Turned out his voice did work. Fuck, he had to slow this down a little. Had to keep some control. Because he wanted this to be everything for her.
Her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink, her breasts rising and falling with her erratic breaths. “Me too. About you, I mean,” she said, almost flustered.
Ivy never got flustered. She was cool and confident all the time, so damn sure of herself about seemingly everything. So this stunned him.
“I don’t know where to start,” he admitted, the magnitude of what they were doing settling inside him. “I want to kiss you everywhere.” And never stop.
A sexy, teasing smile pulled at her lips as she grasped at his shirt, tugging it over his head. “How about we both get naked, then?”
He nearly fell to his knees in front of her. Instead, he unhooked her bra quickly, sucking in a breath at the sight of her full breasts on display.
Pink-tipped nipples, the buds rock-hard and tight. All for him.
His cock kicked against his pants but that was too damn bad for him. First, he had to taste her, devour her.
Gently, he cupped them, his damn hands actually shaking. When she seemed to instinctively arch her back at his hold, he dipped his head to her breasts, sucking one tight nipple into his mouth. Oh God, this was sensory overload for him.
She let out the sexiest moan, spearing her fingers through his hair and clutching onto his head as he flicked his tongue around the hard bud, rolling it, gently biting it.
The sounds she made went straight to his head—and his dick. His cock was shoved up against the zipper of his pants, but he was staying at least half clothed for now because he wanted to get her off first. Wanted her to cry out his name as she climaxed.
She was the only one to ever make him feel so out of control. So hungry. Possessive.
He worked his way down her body, unable to move them from the door to a soft, flatter surface. He didn’t want to stop, some primal part of his brain afraid that if he did, things would end. And he never wanted that to happen. Not tonight, not ever.
He didn’t remember finishing undressing her, but soon he had everything off her, her clothes a heap by their feet. He stared for a long moment, her breasts rising and falling as she stared right back, her eyes filled with hunger. For him.
She was simply perfection, right down to her purple-painted toenails. Everything about her called to him on the most primal level, and in that moment he could see the rest of their lives together. Yeah, she was the one for him. They were going to create something incredible, sometimes fight, always make up, have adventures, and this… This was the start of it.
As he kicked the rest of her clothes away, he went down on his knees and clutched her calf, sliding his fingers over her smooth skin. As he put her leg over his shoulder, her eyes widened in slight surprise, but the heat flaring there overrode everything.
She was looking at him with a wild hunger. No fear or hesitation. Not that he’d actually expected that from her, but there wasn’t any room for regrets. He never wanted her to regret them, this. Not when they’d been building to this for months. Hell, longer.
Now that they were finally here, he was going to do things right.
Instead of diving right in like he wanted to, he gently rubbed his thumb over her pretty, pink clit. The little bud was peeking out of her slightly swollen lips, just begging for his touch, his attention.
She shuddered, her hips rolling out once.
So he teased it again, flicking his gaze up to her because he wanted to see her face. She shuddered as he continued stroking her. When he slowly dragged a finger through her slick folds, she let her head fall back on the sexiest moan.
She was so damn wet and it was all for him. That knowledge made him feel superhuman, but the desperation to get her off was there right under the surface.
He needed her to come. He slid a finger inside her, groaned as she made a strangled sound.
“Do something,” she rasped out as she slid her fingers through his hair again, holding on to him as if he was everything.
He chuckled slightly at her impatient tone, even though he was hard all over, all the muscles in his body pulled taut, that razor’s edge control of his about to snap.
Leaning forward, he flicked his tongue against her clit as he slid another finger inside her. Oh damn, she was tight.
She sighed, the sound one of pure pleasure rolling out of her as he began slowly pushing his fingers inside her. Her inner walls tightened around him as he sucked her clit, soft, then hard. Then he started all over again, trying to make her as crazy as he was.
“Just like that,” she rasped out, her body shaking now.
He increased the pressure, drinking in the sounds of her moans, the way her body was reacting to his teasing, until her orgasm hit fast and hard. Her cries of pleasure were like nourishment to his soul. This was Ivy, coming for him.
She jerked against the door. “Nash!”
He loved hearing his name on her lips, especially when she was naked and climaxing.
Her entire body shook as an orgasm rolled through her and he didn’t stop, kept teasing until finally she clutched onto his head. “You’re going to kill me.”
The ache between his legs acute now, he withdrew his fingers, sucking them into his mouth as he stood up.
She had the most dazed expression as she watched him, but almost instantly slid her arms around him, digging her fingers into his back as she pulled him close. Her hungry energy was still there, encasing him, making him heady.
Moving on instinct, he hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he crushed his mouth to hers. Though he could take her right up against the door, he cupped her ass and hurried toward his bedroom. Thankfully his legs listened to his order. Because he could wait a few seconds to get her on a soft surface.