Page 33 of Quarterback Sneak

Sam snapped his head up, incredulous stare meeting hers. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Who is it?” Ivy asked, her voice sounding husky and raw in the quiet space.

“Beth. You forgot to leave the key to the van and we need to load up.”

“Damn, her timing sucks,” Sam murmured.

“I know and I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Standing on her toes, she grazed his lips before withdrawing. “Now stay here and don’t you dare move. Nothing is going to stop this from happening. Nothing.”

Ivy disentangled herself and retrieved her purse from where she’d dropped it on the floor. She extracted the keys. Cognizant of her near naked state, she tugged the elastic waistband of her skirt up over her breasts in a pseudo mini-dress, exposing her butt in the process. Licking swollen lips, she opened the door as little as possible. She held the key out through the crack and tried to play it cool by jiggling the keychain. “Here you go. I’m sorry about that.”

“Not a problem.” Beth crooked one arched brow, curious eyes staring at her. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’d ask how your date went, but since you’re half-naked, my guess is it isn’t over.”

Heat flooded her cheeks and not just from the palm that massaged her bottom. He was going to pay for teasing her, one moan at a time. There was one impediment in her way. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, now go bye-bye,” she said to Beth, shooing her away with her hand.

She shut the door to the sound of mocking laughter.

“I thought she’d never leave. Where’s the bedroom?” Sam looped his arm around her waist, sweeping her up into his arms.

“Down the hall to the right,” Ivy said with an airy giggle. She wasn’t a tiny person, yet he carried her effortlessly. The knowledge enhanced her need, if that were even possible.

“You don’t have a roommate, or are expecting a phone call, or have an appointment that you have to get to? Because I can’t handle another interruption,” he said, amusement mixed with longing deepening his voice.

“No, no roommate. No phone calls. No appointments. Just you and me.” She tucked her nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling the provocative scent of man and desire, want and need. She felt secure in his arms and other emotions she dared not consider this early in the game.

The bedroom was illuminated by the blue glow of the moon shining through the high windows that ran along the rear of the apartment.

He dropped his arm from under her knees, letting her body glide against his much taller frame. Holding her regard, he twisted his fingers into the waistband of her mock dress and tugged it off. Warm lips traveled along the curve of her collarbone, tongue swirling a path to her breasts. Tingles coursed up her spine, anticipation once again at the forefront. He still wore his jeans, a barrier between her and the prize beneath. “Why are you still dressed?” she asked.

He continued his downward momentum, tracing her nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Why are you still dressed?”

“I guess I’m technically wearing my skirt.” It was hard to think coherently when he brought her nipple into his mouth. Moaning deep in her throat at the delicious suction, she buried her fingers into his thick hair.

“I’d better technically take it off.” Stark desire tightened his face, reflecting her own. If her feelings for him were growing was it mutual? Her racing pulse increased at the notion. He slipped the material over her hips and allowed the fabric to pool at her feet. “Oh my, look what we have here. Lace, my favorite.”

“I thought you might like them.” Ivy giggled at his compliment. He worked his lips down her belly. The scratch of his beard against her skin proved erotic and her knees weakened. She’d taken great pains to prepare for maximum impact.

He parted her with his thumb and paid homage to her throbbing clit. She clutched at the heavy muscles of his shoulders that flexed beneath her fingertips. It was a struggle for her to stay upright and not melt in a puddle at his feet. “I like them much better off.”

“Me too.” Heart hammering an impossible beat, she curled her toes into the carpet as his mouth settled on her clit. She arched her neck and bit her lip. Cradling his head in her palm, hunger burned a path into her core.

Capable hands held her hostage. Ivy was in no hurry to escape. They’d shared chemistry from the get go. After tonight, the heat would either fizzle or continue to blaze hot. By the way he tongued her clit until sensation ricocheted through her, hot, most definitely hot.

The first wave hit and her knees buckled: the beginning of a memorable night.

Sam rose to his feet, stomach rippling at the action. He flashed a sensual grin, stripping off his jeans. A spurt of increased hunger cut through her as she drank in the sight of his body, ideally proportioned in every way. He put on a condom, each contour of bone and sinew a work of art in motion.

And he was all hers.

Ivy crawled onto the bed, but he clasped her hips, halting her momentum. She gazed at him over her shoulder, and met the question in his terse face. At this point, she was beyond restraint. She needed him inside of her now. “Yes, please,” she said with a shaky laugh.

“Yes, please,” he repeated, running a palm along her spine, cock breaching her aching pussy.

Gasping at the delicious intrusion, she dug her nails into the soft comforter. Ivy rocked back into him, thrilled by the way that he filled her body and her heart. All of the reservations flew from her mind. She wanted to enjoy the intimacy with him, to keep the rest of the world on the other side of her apartment door.

One arm supporting his weight, he molded his torso to hers while his hips worked magic. Sam was in her and around her, blanketed by the same need that bound them together. He tugged at her ear with his mouth, cock stroking every nerve deep inside her core. “I think we’re being watched.”

“It’s my cat.” She clenched her jaw, inner muscles embracing every delectable inch of him. How had she ever doubted that her perfect boyfriend would be any less than the perfect lover?

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