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“What are you afraid of?” I asked.

“I don’t want to be like her,” Ivy whispered. “I can’t take the risk I might be like her.”

“You’re nothing like her.”

She smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “Something else you just know?”

“Tell me this? You love Jasmine?”

“Of course, I do.” That had her back up.

“Ever think of leaving her?”

“Never. My sister is my whole world.”

“But your mom did.”

“Ah, I see what you’re doing now. It’s not the same though.”

“Why? Because you’re a virgin? You honestly think there’s a chance you’ll want to leave her after you have sex with me?”

“No. I’ll never leave her.”

“Then you’re afraid we’ll have sex and what? You won’t be satisfied with just me?”

She paled.

“Maybe, there’s a chance you’ll become insatiable for one man. Did you ever think of that?”

She shook her head. “My mom—”

“Isn’t you. I don’t need to know her to know that’s true. She left, and you stayed. You stayed, and you loved Jasmine, and Rowan, and from what I can tell, Raina. So what do you say we put this fear of yours behind us, so we can move on.” I stood up and reached for my belt.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded, coming up on her knees on the bed.

God, I wanted her on her knees. Seeing her like that had my cock throbbing against my zipper. If I didn’t unzip soon, I’d bust the damn thing.

“Stripping. You can join me, or I’m happy to help you when I’m done. Then we’re going to make love on this bed for the rest of the night. I’m going to fuck all those thoughts out of your head.”

She licked her lips, but she wasn’t saying no.

“Then?”

I leaned in, bracing my shin along the mattress as I gripped her chin and tugged her face up. “I’m going to show you I’m the only man you’ll ever want or need.”

Chapter Six

~ Ivy ~

His words hung in the air between us. A challenge, and I’d never been one to back down from one of those. And maybe, he was right. God knew I wanted him. I’d never wanted another man the way I did him. Not that I’d tell him that. He was too cocky as it was.

He leaned down toward me, and I knew what he intended. I caught my breath and held it while I waited. His fingers brushed my cheek then caught my jaw and tilted my face up toward his. I held his stare for a long moment. I wasn’t sure if he was giving me a chance to say no or not. The word hovered in my throat, rose to my tongue. I parted my lips, but nothing emerged. Instead, I inched closer to him.

As if Cyan had been waiting for that, he took my mouth under his, his tongue sweeping inside. He devoured me. His hands tugged my shoulders until I was pressed tightly against his chest. I wanted my shirt off, wanted to rub wantonly against his chest. I’d suspected his kiss would be enticing, but I’d had no idea. His kiss had all my lady parts screaming for more, more, more. I wanted his hands, his mouth, and yes, please, I wanted his cock.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers up into his hair. We ate at each other. His big hands stroked down my back, caught the edge of my shirt and pulled it up. I released my grip on his hair and lips long enough to help him get the cloth over my head, then I crashed back into him. I heard a whimper, and I’m pretty sure it was mine.

His hands moved again, and this time, he cupped my ass. When he stood, I clung to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Another groan. This time, I was positive it was his. He gripped my hips and rocked me along the hard ridge of his erection. The man was packing some serious length and width from what I could tell. Part of me was afraid to finish undressing and get an eyeful. The other half of me was past ready.

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