He brushed her hair back from her forehead, his eyes dark and serious. ‘It’s only for tonight. After that, we go our separate ways. I can’t offer anything else.’
‘I don’t want anything else.’ Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe as his head came down. His mouth covered hers in a fireball kiss, sending sparks shooting through her body. She opened to him and his tongue teased hers into a dance that mimicked the most erotic of connections two humans could have with each other. Desire leapt and burned and blazed in her flesh as he increased the pressure of his lips on hers. She pushed herself against him, hungry for his touch, aching for his possession.
His hands skated down the sides of her body, peeling the bed sheet away like a skin and covering one of her breasts with the broad expanse of his hand. His touch was gentle and yet electric, sending hot sparks through her flesh. Her nipple went to a tight bud, the soft flesh of her breast tingling. He removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, exploring her in intimate detail. He rolled his tongue over and around her nipple, then took it into his mouth, gently sucking on it, releasing a shower of pleasurable sensations through her body. He moved to her other breast, subjecting it to the same passionate exploration until she was gasping and writhing with the need to feel more.
Louis brought his mouth back to hers in another drugging kiss, his arms going back around her body, one of his hands cupping the naked curve of her bottom. He groaned against her lips, his kiss deepening, his breathing as hectic as hers. ‘God, I want you so badly. How did I ever think this wasn’t going to happen eventually?’
Ivy stroked his jaw and leaned into the throbbing pulse of his lower body. ‘I want you too.’
He held her from him and locked gazes. ‘By the way, are you using any contraception?’
‘I’m on a low-dose pill.’ She twisted her mouth in a rueful manner. ‘Not that I’ve needed it until now. It was just wishful thinking on my part.’
‘I always use condoms in any case but it’s good to be doubly sure there won’t be an unwanted pregnancy. That’s a complication both of us could do without.’
‘Okay. Sounds good.’ Ivy had wanted children since she’d been a child herself. The thought of never having a family of her own was her worst nightmare. But she could hardly tell Louis that. He was so adamant about not settling down and she was not going to compromise on something so important to her. Besides, she was not involved with him with the goal of happy-ever-after. Louis wasn’t the answer to her fairy-tale fantasy—he was just the answer to her V problem. She was engaging his services to help her get in the dating game with more confidence. Why would she be interested in a future with a renowned playboy? That wasn’t a future—that was a recipe for heartbreak. And she wanted no part of it.
Louis sourced a condom from his wallet in the pocket of his trousers and then, stepping out of his clothes, led her back to the bed. The moon had risen and cast the room in a silvery glow. Strangely, her shyness about being naked in front of him wasn’t an issue. All she could think about was finding release from the tender ache between her legs. An ache he had triggered with his magical touch. Ivy drank in the sight of his fully aroused body, all the strong planes and contours of male flesh in its prime. Her desire for him rose again like an unquenchable thirst. ‘How many condoms did you bring?’
‘Enough.’ His eyes glinted and he tore the packet open and applied the condom.
Ivy stroked him with her hand, enjoying the sensation of his powerful flesh quivering from her touch. ‘I never thought I’d feel comfortable doing this but with you it feels so...so right.’
He pressed her back down on the bed, his expression clouding. ‘It feels better than it probably should, given our situation.’
Ivy frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
His eyes went back and forth between each of hers and then drifted to her mouth. He drew in a deep breath and gave a half-smile that looked a little forced. He brushed her hair back from her face, his eyes dark and unreadable. ‘Is one night going to be enough for you?’
Ivy licked her suddenly dry lips and aimed her gaze at his chin. ‘That’s what we agreed, right? Those are your rules and I’m fine with that.’ Was she, though? A niggling doubt wormed its way into her mind. The exquisite pleasure he’d made her feel so far had made her hungry, ravenous, greedy for more. How was one measly little night going to satisfy her?
He lifted her chin with his finger and meshed his gaze with hers. ‘Yeah, that’s what we agreed. One night and one night only.’
Ivy pulled his head back down to hers. ‘Then we’d better get on with it.’
He covered her mouth in a kiss that spoke of desperate passion only just held in check. His tongue flickered against hers, erotically mimicking the full possession of her body she craved so much. Ivy moved against him, silently urging him to assuage the throbbing ache of desire in her flesh. One of his legs hitched over hers, the sexy tangle of their limbs arousing in itself.
‘I want you so much.’ He groaned the words against her mouth, his body hot and hard against her.
‘Me too.’ Ivy could barely speak for the rapacious hunger vibrating in her body.
Louis brought himself to her entrance, nudging her with his tip but not going any further. ‘If you don’t feel comfortable at any point, let me know.’
‘Okay.’
His first thrust was shallow and gentle, but Ivy was too impatient to wait and lifted her hips to receive him, her hands going to his taut buttocks to urge him on. He gave an agonised groan and went a little deeper, the slickness of her body welcoming him. He stilled his movements, his breathing hectic. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Don’t stop. Please keep going.’ Her body was on fire, flickers and, flames and fizzing sensations travelling throughout her pelvis and down the backs of her legs.
Louis continued to thrust, but she sensed he was holding himself back out of consideration for her. But her body was enjoying every inch of his powerful length and was crying out for more. She gripped him harder by the buttocks and lifted her hips to meet each downward thrust. He sucked in a harsh breath and his rhythm increased, the thrusts becoming deeper and faster, sending her senses reeling. Her body wrapped tight around him, his intimate invasion not quite enough to send her over the edge into the abyss. But then he began to caress her with his fingers, giving her the extra friction she needed to soar. She threw her head back and gasped out sobbing cries of release, her body shaking, quivering, thrashing with the sheer force rocketing through her.
Ivy was still suffering the aftershocks when Louis found his own release and she held him through it, enjoying the way his body tensed and then finally broke free from the restraints he’d put on it. There was something so deeply primal about his groans and almost savage about his orgasm. It thrilled her that she had brought him so undone by her touch, her body, her caresses.