Page 20 of Tender Temptation

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“Hey,” I manage to choke out as I approach.

“Hey!” Her voice bubbles with infectious joy. “I was thinking about how much fun we’ll have in ahotel room.”

The way her eyes light up talking about our unmade plans unravel me. How could I have thought to deny her this? “Well, let’s head upstairs. I need to pack.”

In the elevator up to my loft, Ivy presses against me. Her boldness sends a thrill through my veins. I wrap my arm tightly around her, pulling her flush against my chest, as if trying to meld her into my body. If there were any lingering thoughts to get out of this, they dissolve in this instant.

Instead, a new determination takes root. I’m making tonight unforgettable. But, I’ve gotta come clean.

“About this trip,” I say as we step into my living room. “I haven’t actually booked anything yet. I got caught up at the site and then, well, it was time to meet you.”

Her laugh in response is light and forgiving. “What do we do, Mr. Spontaneous?”

“Give me twenty minutes to shower and pack. I promise I’ll line something up.” Her trust in me, despite my own stupid doubts, bolsters my resolve to honor our burgeoning connection with the sincerity and effort it deserves.

An hour later, we’re in my work truck on the nearly deserted road to Willow’s Lodge in Woodinville. One hand rests on her thigh and my fingertips tease beneath the hem of her dress.

I lean in close. “Since we’re in the middle of half a dozen vineyards, I thought tomorrow we could spend the day wine tasting.”

“Sounds perfect.” She kisses my upper arm, which drives me out of my ever-loving mind. “Though, I wonder if we’ll make it out of bed.”

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

My hand clamps on Ivy’s leg and instinctively she lifts her hips to release the fabric, giving me better access. My fingers push beneath her panties and find her drenched. I nearly veer into a ditch when she places her hand on mine and presses my fingers into her slickness. Moaning, she grazes her teeth on my arm.

We’re only about a mile away from the lodge, but this can’t wait. I manage to safely pull to the shoulder of the road and Ivy crawls into my lap before I even cut the engine. She straddles me and we feast on each other’s mouths as I grip her ass and grind her against my aching cock.

Sweeping her beneath me, I lower her across the bench. Her blonde hair fans across the seat and I yank up her dress to her waist and nestle between her legs. Her delicate hands roam all over my chest and arms. Sunlight filters through the windows.

“Ivy, you’re magnificent.” I lower my mouth to hers, kissing and sucking my way down her neck, earning one enticing moan after another.

I pull down the bodice of her white dress, revealing the swell of her tits straining against a plunging pink-lace bra. I press a kiss to her ribs and unhook the front clasp of her bra, pushing the fabric to the sides. She watches me, her expression both awestruck and innocent, as I cup one perfect breast and lick her raspberry-pink nipples into points.

“You’re so good. Don’t stop,” she begs.

I roll my hips against her. “It’s broad daylight, I’m only gonna take the edge off. I want us to go all night.”

Ivy’s hips rock up and she moans and writhes, bowing up beneath me as I swirl my tongue around her nipple and squeeze her other breast. I kiss and taste and worship her plump tits, teasing and taunting her by grinding my cock into her core. Her skin is flushed. Her breathing is shallow. She’s exquisite.

“Cillian, please…” The ache in her voice sends me into overdrive.

I push my hand into her damp panties, her juices coat my fingers like molten lava. Pressing against the magic spot inside her, my thumb circles her clit and she gasps. I crash my mouth to hers, wanting to capture her passion and drink it like fine whiskey.

Ivy shudders and grabs my wrist, rocking her hips against me. The cab is filled with her long, keening moans as I work her pleasure points. She bucks against me, whimpering. Her body trembles with my every movement. Lowering my mouth back to her nipple, I suck hard and her inner muscles clamp around my fingers.

“Sooooogood.Ahhhh.“ Ivy’s head thrashes from side to side and she explodes, coating me up to my wrist.

My cock is swollen painfully behind the zipper of my jeans, desperate to get in on the action, but now’s not the time. I want Ivy to come apart for me again. I kiss her harder. Rougher. She matches my rhythm, fucking my fingers until she screams, “Cillian, I’m coming.”

I feel her tugging at the button of my jeans and my cock lurches with joy. The thought of Ivy’s fingers wrapped around my dick nearly makes me come on the spot. We have all night, though. She gently squeezes my swollen crown, I groan and grab her hand and pull it from my pants. “Not here. I can wait.”

“Why, though?” Ivy pouts and pulls her panties to the side, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy. “See? I want you now. Fucking you is all I’ve thought about today.”

Fuck. This woman’s sex drive is like a dream come true. “Me too, but let’s get to the hotel. We’re two minutes away.”

Leaning down, I press kisses all over her face. Then I try to re-clasp her bra over her pretty tits, to no avail.

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