He’d had a whole lot of thoughts that revolved around her in his bed. Naked. Sated. But reality was a hell of a lot better than a muted fantasy.
She grappled with his pants even before they’d made it to the bedroom, her fingers trembling as she worked his button free. By the time they fell onto the bed, she had his cock out and his pants shoved down.
He tried to get them all the way off, managed one leg before she shifted positions, putting her open body right against his cock.
Beyond rational thought, he just thrust inside her. She was tight and wet around him, her inner walls clenching as he pushed to the hilt.
Oooh, fuck me.
She grabbed onto his bare ass, digging her nails in hard as he began thrusting. His balls pulled up so tight he knew it wouldn’t take him long, which was embarrassing. Fuuuck, he had to slow down.
This was Ivy and they had all night. Hell, more than just all night to explore each other. He knew they needed to talk, but talking was the last thing he could do right now, especially when she arched her back up, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. He was in sensory overload, having her skin to skin with him, his dick buried deep inside her as she made the most erotic gasps and moans.
Reaching between their bodies, he ran his thumb over her clit again. She might not be able to come again but he still wanted to try to get her off. He wanted her to have all the pleasure possible.
She jerked at his touch—and then he felt it. The little ripple of her inner walls around him.
He didn’t know her well enough to know if she could climax back-to-back, but after that ripple, he was damn sure going to try to get her off again.
He buried himself deep inside her, but stopped thrusting and simply stroked her clit, his fingers moving in a lazy rhythm. The rhythm was in contrast to his pent-up hunger and it took all of his control not to pull back and lose himself inside her like his body was demanding, craving. He was on that edge again, teetering. But so was she. Oh, she was close, he could feel it.
She made a gasping sound as she shuddered against him, her teeth nipping his bottom lip. “Gonna come again.” And she seemed surprised by that.
He did a mental fist pump, inordinately pleased with himself as she started coming around his cock, her inner walls milking him tighter and tighter as she let go.
As she came, he finally pulled back again and began thrusting inside her as he found his own release, hard and hot inside the woman he definitely loved.
Chapter 23
Ivy opened her eyes, to…warmth. Ribbons of sunlight covered the bed and one of her bare legs was sticking out from the covers. As she sat up, looked around at the rumpled bed and Nash’s clothes on the floor, heat hit her cheeks as images replayed in her mind. They had been…very active last night.
Against the front door. On his bed. His floor at one point. In his kitchen after a late-night snack. Oh, that had been so very nice.
The sound of the shower running and Nash whistling from the bathroom greeted her as she came more awake. Last night…and this morning had been intense. She hadn’t gotten caught up in her head at all; she’d barely thought about what they’d been doing. No, she’d gone on pure instinct, falling into the pleasure of it. And gotten a lot of orgasms because of it.
They hadn’t even talked about anything—them, the future, nothing. They’d been so primal, just… Oh God. Her nipples tightened as she thought about everything they’d done. She wanted more, felt crazed with the need. Which wasn’t like her.
Sliding out of bed, she winced slightly, realizing she was tender between her legs. When she found her clothes by the front door, she winced again. Good God, they’d been all over each other. She’d never been that manic with anyone before, never felt so out of control. Never felt so damn good.
What…were they now? She knew they needed to have a talk, but first she needed coffee. And breakfast. She could go grab them something, maybe clear her head a bit. Actually think. Because if she went back to where he was in the shower, she’d join him and then they wouldn’t talk. Still…that thought sounded really, really good.
She nearly jumped when there was a knock on his front door.
Since she’d just finished tugging her pants on—sans underwear because she had no idea where those were—she looked through the peephole and flushed all over again. Ah, crap. She couldn’t very well ignore her own brother. Steeling herself, she tugged the door open.
Ezra blinked, clearly surprised to see her standing there. Then his expression went dry. “Nice hair.”
And, double crap. She hadn’t looked in the mirror but guaranteed she had sex hair. She tried to finger-comb it, but that wasn’t working out so well for her. Two of her fingers got tangled and she figured it was probably a good thing she hadn’t looked in the mirror yet. Stepping back, she let him in. “I take it you didn’t come here to see me.”
“Ezra, hey.” Nash strode down the hallway in jogging pants and nothing else. His hair was damp and he gave her a curious look, but he didn’t pause or anything, just moved in and kissed her right in front of her brother. It was a sound claiming too. All right, then. Things were real between them.
Or she really hoped so.
“I got your message about the threat being over and I just stopped by to… Honestly I stopped by because I was feeling weird about the way things were between us last time,” Ezra said to Nash. “We’ve been friends a long time and I was only partially serious about kicking your ass.”
Ivy shook her head but grabbed her brother and tugged him fully inside the house, shutting the door behind him. “There will be no ass kicking. But I say we all get coffee.”
Her brother nodded, the tension in his neck and shoulders already easing. “I could definitely go for some.”
Ivy went ahead of them, letting them talk out whatever they needed to talk out. In Nash’s kitchen, she glanced at her reflection in the microwave and winced. Oh…oh, damn. It was like she’d gone through a tornado. A sex tornado. And at that thought, yep, it was caffeine time.
“So what are you guys up to today?” Ezra asked as he stepped into the kitchen, then almost immediately he held up a hand. “You know what, never mind. I really don’t want to know.”
She absently attempted to finger-comb her hair again as the coffee maker started, but quickly realized it was a losing battle. This bird’s nest was here to stay until she got an actual comb through it.
“Actually, I was hoping we could head to a barbecue at one of my friends’ houses later.” He gave Ivy a questioning look as he spoke. “Ezra, you’re welcome to come.”
She nodded as she grabbed cream and sugar, a teeny bit of panic settling in. They were already moving into this phase? He was taking her to meet his friends? Her stomach tightened. Everything was moving so fast. Her family, at least Ezra, was seemingly okay with them and…this was all a lot. She’d started to ask if it was someone she knew when there was another knock on his front door. Why were people just stopping by today?
Nash frowned even as he murmured, “Hold on.”
“You’ve got a crazy look in your eyes, Ivy,” Ezra observed as he grabbed mugs for all of them. “Crazier than that hair of yours.”