Page 25 of Volatile

But now that Wes was out of the picture, there was no reason to feel guilty for that heat between her thighs.

Ivy couldn’t look at him anymore. She could hold her own with the best of them, but his gaze was stirring up too much turbulence inside her. She still needed that kiss but couldn’t bear the mortification if he turned away again.

She closed her eyes, thinking that would help, but it only made her throb harder. It forced the sensations to go deeper. He touched her bottom lip with his finger, and she just about lost it. She did everything she could to push that secret woman out of her mind. She tried to squash her unexplainable obsession with having to know who she was and what power she held over Jonathan. She’s nothing like you.

Yet, Ivy was the one with him at the moment. She was the one whose mouth was burning from his touch. She was vibrating so hard, she almost couldn’t detect it anymore. Until he stopped.

She still couldn’t open her eyes, couldn’t risk seeing something she didn’t want to see. What if he was getting ready to reject her again? Even though he’d reached out first with that small bit of contact, it wasn’t enough to bring her confidence. He could still turn away, and the thought of that made her want to crumble into a heap. But her arousal was also too strong to ignore; it gave her a rush of boldness. If he rejected her, she’d cry about it later. Alone.

“Just do it,” she whispered. “Please.”

Please. Her body thrummed as if she suddenly developed the ability to hear beautiful music after a lifetime of muffled noise.

Oh, God. His lips were on hers and her worry intensified. Because then she was afraid he’d stop. Please, don’t stop. It would be even worse to experience something so wonderful, just to have it ripped right out from under you.

She moaned into his mouth, and he pressed harder. His hands grasped the sides of her face, keeping her still so her head didn’t float away. The only contact made was from the head up, but she felt it everywhere, every inch of skin down to the floor she was probably singeing. She wanted to keep feeling it, never wanted the sensations to stop, but the thought of losing them was enough of a distraction to keep her on edge.

“Please, don’t stop.” She voiced her plea out loud, needing to know where this was going so she could either brace herself for the fall or strap in and enjoy the ride.

Oh fuck. His hard frame crashed against her, pressing her hard into the wall. Her mind lost the rest of its grip, and she gave herself over completely.

“I don’t intend to,” he said, his fingers tangling in her hair and taking her mouth like it was his to take.

She followed along, too far gone to direct anything. Thankful for his lead, she had only one job: To dissolve.

His mouth left hers, moving down her neck, fisting her hair and holding her tightly. She was breathing so hard, panting like an animal, but she just let it be. Her body could do whatever it damn well pleased at the moment. It was Queen. It made the rules.

Over her collarbone, devouring her skin, traveling lower. Her nipples rubbed against her worn bra, so thin it wouldn’t disguise her arousal once her shirt was off. As if she were doing a bang-up job of hiding it now. Her trembling body and throaty moans were as subtle as a hard-on.

One hand stayed tangled in her hair, the other took possession of the heated skin underneath her shirt, his mouth finding hers again. Her pulse jacked up when he slid over her breasts, transforming her into a single, giant heartbeat. Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan...

Was she making a fool of herself? He yanked her bra aside and stroked a nipple. The direct contact made her shake harder. Fool or not, she didn’t give a damn. And when he moved his warm mouth over it, she gasped.

“Fuck, Ivy. You’re so damn responsive.”

She wasn’t anything. She was just an empty vessel for her body’s pleasure. Just coming along for the ride. She couldn’t control the manic buzzing inside her any more than she could force herself to become aroused when she wasn’t feeling it.

With her shirt lifted up, her back scraped against the wall and added a whole new layer of sensations as he pressed into her, his mouth hungry. She tried squeezing her thighs together, but he kicked them open. Oh, God... am I going to come? Already? Wave after wave rippled through her, all gathering in her center.

It shouldn’t feel this good. This wasn’t normal for her. Her pulse was racing out of control. He let go of her hair, and she mourned the absence. She wanted him to have dozens of hands so he could be everywhere at once. But when he placed a hand between her legs, she changed her mind. She only needed the one. Right there. Her whimpers became louder, the vibration echoing inside her head.

“Jesus.” He stroked back and forth a few times, and there was no hiding anything from him anymore, even if she wanted to. She couldn’t fake wetness. Other things, possibly. She could make herself moan and pant and shake, but she couldn’t pretend the arousal saturating her was anything but raw lust.

She hadn’t given two thoughts to her own hands; they could have ceased to exist, and she wouldn’t have noticed until he had them pinned to the wall. His hardness crushed into her in a way that made her feel so damn good.

He ground between her legs, the rock pressing into her bordering on painful. Their pants were still on, but she could feel him as strongly as the throbbing inside her. God, he wanted her just as much. It was obvious. That kind of hardness couldn’t be faked either. She was crammed between two solid surfaces. His desire was just as strong as hers, and she....

“Oh my God,” she breathed out, her body pulsating against his. Everything felt in motion, but she remained still, every part inside going into spasms. It would have scared her if it hadn’t felt so amazing. What the hell was that? She’d had orgasms before, but that was something else entirely. Whatever it was completely shredded her.

She heard his voice, but her head felt submerged and she couldn’t make out anything more than a mumble. Her hands were suddenly cool, and she wiggled her fingers. She missed his warmth.

But then she didn’t care because her pants were starting to leave her like her lower half was spitting them off. His hands cupped her ass, his kiss bruised her lips, his body strong and unyielding as he... Oh fuck....

His cock was stone against her, and holy shit... how big was that thing? Her eyes had remained closed this entire time as if they’d been cemented shut, but if there was ever a moment to open them.... She needed to catch a glimpse of what felt so incredible.

He propped her up, and just as she slowly lifted her lids, he slid inside her. They flew up the rest of the way to see beautiful darkness staring back at her. His eyes were so deep, bordering on black. They sucked her in, blinding her to everything else. But fuck... maybe she couldn’t see, but she could feel. Hot and stiff, thick enough to make her burst. He thrust slowly, and she allowed herself to drift while still managing to hold his gaze. He was so focused on her; it was almost too much.

“Ready?” he whispered, tugging her bottom lip with his teeth.

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