Page 13 of Poison Evidence

He licked a nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair and groaned. His fingers played with her other nipple as he slipped his right hand into her panties and stroked her wet clit.

She bucked against him. “Holy fuck, yes,” she said with a pant. “Now do that with your cock. Or your tongue.”

He smiled as he licked her nipple again. “Your language surprises me, Ivy MacLeod.”

“Does it bother you?”

He dropped to his knees and pulled her panties off, then took in the scent of her wet arousal. He stroked her clit with his tongue. Her back hit the shower wall as she groaned.

“Total. Fucking. Turn-on,” he said. He sampled her clit again and she let out another satisfying moan.

“Good.” She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her. “It turns”—another gasp as he stroked deep—“me on too.”

His tongue followed his finger, and he let out his own groan at her tangy taste.

He could do this all night and not get enough.

“Bring me to the edge,” she commanded. “But don’t let me come. Not until your penis is inside my vagina.”

He grinned at her switch to proper anatomical terms. That was what he’d expected from brainy, scientific Ivy MacLeod. That she was comfortable with both raunchy and grammatical somehow made him even harder. And he was still fully clothed.

He released her and stood so he could strip.

She helped him, working his fly while he doffed his shirt. She nudged him back toward the head in the tiny space. She dropped to her knees while pushing his pants and briefs over his hips, past his knees, until they ended in a puddle on the shower floor and her mouth was level with his bare and ready erection.

She grinned and licked the tip, then swirled her tongue over the head, tasting his precum before she opened her mouth and took him deep.

He bucked at the sensation, caught off guard by how insanely good it felt to be in Ivy’s mouth as her hand stroked his balls.

“Let’s move this to my bed,” he said as he slid his fingers through her long, wet dark hair.

She tightened her throat around the head, then released him with a slow suck along the shaft. She licked the tip again, then said, “No. I want you to fuck me against the shower wall.”

Again her language surprised him and turned him on.

He tugged her to her feet. “Fine. My cock is yours to command.” He kissed her and pushed her back against the wall, kicking aside his clothes as his hand groped for a box of condoms.

Condom acquired, he ripped open the packet. She took it from him and stroked his cock several times before rolling it down his hard length.

Sheathed and ready, he picked Ivy up and braced her against the wall. “Are you ready to get fucked, Ivy?”

“Yessss.”The word came out as both answer and approval as he thrust into her before she uttered the consonant.

“Is this what you want?” he asked. “A hard cock deep in your pussy?”

His words were fierce, coarse. Sexy. Exactly what she’d expect from the man who fought with such brutal grace. He drove into her again and again.

“Yes,” she repeated. “This.”

“God, you are so hot.”

“And you are so fucking thick. You feel amazing.” She kissed him, her tongue sliding along his in a delicious dance. His cock felt so glorious, slick and hot as she took him deep. This was her first sex in two years, and she wondered how she’d ever given it up. How could her libido die when sex felt this incredible? How did she manage to forget?

Pleasure built like a wave, with her riding the top.

“Come for me, Ivy.”

“No. I want to savor…” She gasped when he braced one arm under her ass so he could slip a hand between their bodies and stroke her clit. She gripped his shoulders and tightened her thighs around his hips, practically dizzy with the sensation. “That’s cheating.”

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