Page 39 of Tempest

“My hands are shaking. I can’t get the key in,” she wailed.

Reluctantly, he released her breast, slipped his hand out of her blouse, and grabbed the key. He shoved it hard into the lock and twisted it with a lot more force than was required. “Got it.”

Ivy pushed the door, tumbled into the house, and turned to grin. “Lock that door, because I don’t want anyone interrupting us.”

Kicking the door closed with his boot, he grinned. “Start taking those clothes off or I’m gonna rip them off your body.”

Nervous laughter fell out of Ivy as she slipped off her sandals. “Have you lost your patience?”

“A gentleman is just a patient wolf, and I have about three minutes of gentleman left in me.” He kicked his boots off and got rid of his socks, then slowly stalked toward her. She lifted her shirt off and threw it in his direction. “That’s a nice start…keep going.”

“I want you to take yours off. You have a sexy body and I want to see it.”

Pulling his shirt over his head, he threw it over his shoulder and grinned. “Is this what you want?” He moved within a breath of her and watched her eyes as they traced his face with enough desire to set him on fire. Finally, she was allowing herself to feel the force of what was happening between them. His mouth found hers, and he took her in a kiss that stole the last of his control.

“You taste good,” she mumbled against his lips.

“Now,” he growled against her ear as he lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Bedroom,” Ivy responded.

“Bedroom,” he repeated as he strode down the hall. They bumped against a couple of walls along the way because he couldn’t tear his mouth away from hers. “Made it.” He laughed as he dumped her on the bed. When she settled, he leaned over and whispered, “Mine.”

Satisfaction, pure and simple, ran through his blood like a river when her trembling hand reached for his. The simple act soothed him in a way he couldn’t immediately name. Maybe it was as straightforward as knowing that she was as affected as he was. He moved the zipper down on her jeans, and the sound bounced against the walls of the quiet house. With little finesse, he slid them off and threw them over her shoulders. “I won’t rip those pretty panties in case they came from that fancy store in Miami.”

“I appreciate that, Ryan.” Smiling, she watched his hands slip the delicate piece of lace off her body. “Your turn.”

“Nope, I need to taste you first.” Kneeling, he trailed a finger across her stomach to the bare folds between her legs, slicked with her desire. “I’m going to taste every inch of you.”

“Oh, my…” she moaned as he slid his fingers inside her tight heat.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” he said before he moved his mouth along the inside of her thighs. A groan escaped as his tongue swiped along her wet folds. Sliding his fingers in and out, he closed his mouth over her bud and tasted her sweet honey. She tasted like spicy peaches, and he knew it was a taste he would soon become addicted to. Her body moved under his attention as his tongue speared inside her, tasting and lapping at the liquid passion that coated his tongue. She cried out, her hips jerked against him, and she shuddered. Licking, he rasped his tongue up and down repeatedly as his name fell from her lips.

“Ryan…sweet Lord, what are you doing?”

Lifting his mouth away from his treasure, he wickedly grinned. “I’m having my dessert.” He moved his mouth against her center again and added a second finger. Her hips answered as she strained against his mouth. Her panting grew louder as he hooked his fingers and found the magic spot. A rush of sweet liquid coated his tongue as Ivy fell apart. He licked up every drop and continued to pump his fingers in and out as he dragged her orgasm out for as long as he could. The tremors moved through her body as he gentled her and slowed the pace. Lifting his head, he watched a smile cross her lips as she collapsed against the bed. He’d done that. Satisfaction rolled through his body as he watched her lie limply. Rising, he got rid of his jeans and grabbed the box of condoms sitting on the dresser. “How are you doing, darlin’?”

She lifted her hand and waved. “I’m completely happy, and I will become your slave if you promise to do that again.”

He ripped the package open and slid the condom on. He was harder than a bat and held on to his need to pound himself into her. He was too big to be anything but gentle with her, at least the first couple of times. After that, he could figure out how to take her hard and fast. A raw, primitive feeling was boiling in his gut, and he wanted to brand himself on her skin so there would never be room for a thought other than him. “I have something you’re going to like.” His eyes met hers as the thick head of his cock parted her folds. Her face was flush and damp with desire, and her breathing was irregular. “Relax, honey.”

Her eyes flew to his, and he sensed her panic. “We’re going to be perfect.” He pushed inside her a little more. “Don’t fight it.” His thumb went to her clit and pressed down on the tight bud, and ripples inside her walls almost had him coming too soon. “You’re so tight.”

Lifting her leg over his arm, he pressed himself into her slowly with one long thrust. He didn’t move a muscle, and let her relax and accept him into her body. It was going to take a hot minute, so he kissed her and let his hand run up and down her side slowly. As each second passed, he felt her relax, and he continued to soothe her with his mouth and touch. Releasing her mouth, he lifted his gaze to hers. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“Full. Amazing. Overwhelmed.”

“All positive words.” He braced his arms on either side of her body and slid himself slowly out and back in. This was heaven, he thought as her inner walls clenched around him. Her tight welcome had him ready to blow his load, so he tried to think of anything other than how freaking amazing being in Ivy felt. Sweat dripped from his temples and he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

“I’ve never…” she said.

Her hips moved in response to his thrusts, and he smiled against her head. “Never what?”

“So good,” she moaned as she gripped his shoulders.

His answer was a stroke so strong and deep that she gasped. Hunger seethed in his veins, and he felt like he was on a freight train with no brakes. He moved in and out and dug his toes into the mattress so that he could go as deep as she would take him.

“I knew it was going to be this good,” he said, as his hands dropped and pushed under butt. Lifting her up, he thrust heavily and felt her still. Her body tightened around him as she called his name. Two more sharp thrusts and he joined her as his groan coalesced with her moan. Her body milked his as he exploded into her and his feelings spun out of control. The climax felt like it was ripped from his body, and he regretted the use of a condom fiercely. He wanted to own her and possess her, and the latex prevented him from doing that.

His heart trip-hammered with excitement, and long moments passed before it settled down. Collapsing, he buried his face into her soft cloud of hair. He brushed his lips against the incredibly soft skin of her temple, and her scent surrounded him and went to the most prehistoric part of his brain. The part that told him she was his and he would do anything to make that permanent.

A small hand pushed at him, and he ignored it because he didn’t want to move. He was buried in Ivy’s heat. Her soft body was beneath his, and he planned on staying.

“Ryan, you have to move. I can’t breathe.”

Well, that got his attention. He rolled over and took her with him. He wanted to keep her locked to him. When he lay on his back, she was draped over him, and her hair floated over them like a curtain. “I’ll be ready to go again in a minute,” he said.

“I’m going to need more than a minute. That was the most intense experience of my life.” She rested her head against his chest and kissed him.

The next thing he heard was her soft breathing. Lifting his head, he peered into her face and saw her sweet smile. She was out like a light. “I’ll let you rest, honey. And then we’ll do it again.” He gently moved her off his body and pulled up the sheet to cover her. Slipping out of bed, he disposed of the condom and checked the house before he crawled in beside her. He fitted himself along her back and draped his arm over her stomach. Before he could form a complete thought, he drifted off.

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