Page 67 of Catch Me
Her forehead wrinkles.
“Knight is my stage name. Tonight, Andreas Townsend is the only man you’re dealing with.”
“Townsend,” she says again, as if feeling it out.
The only name she’ll know me by from here on out is my real name. Not the name meant for the public or my career.
“Remember it, baby.” I pull her into me, bringing our mouths less than an inch apart. “Because when I make you mine, Townsend is the last name you’ll carry.”
She gasps at the same time I pull her in for another soul-shattering kiss. This time I don’t dare break the kiss. Instead, I lift both of us from the couch and carry her into the master bedroom.
Ivy’s hands squeeze my shoulders as she clings to me, and I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt anything better. I lower her to the side of the bed to undress her. Her hands are as busy as mine as we unclothe one another.
My stomach muscles ripple when Ivy runs her hand over them. Her gaze shoots up to mine as if she’s amazed.
“Every time you touch me, you have that effect on me.”
My body always reacts to her. I stand her up again and undo the button of her jeans before yanking them down around her ankles. The hitch of breath she pulls in from surprise, forces me to pull her in for another kiss.
“Keep making those sounds for me, baby,” I say against her lips before slipping my free hand against the lace seam of her panties. “Did you think about me when you put these panties on this morning?”
“Yes,” she confesses, and my dick goes rock hard. As if it wasn’t already hard enough, it painfully strains against my pants at her admission.
“I love it when you tell me the truth.”
I press a kiss to her lips at the same time I press my fingers against her button below. A moan breaks free from her lips. I need to have my mouth on her right now.
“I need to taste you.” I don’t bother hiding the urgency in my voice. A second later, I have Ivy’s legs splayed and my head between her thighs.
The first taste of her on my tongue is a sweetness I’ve never known. My second thought is that I could drown right here in her pussy and I’d go out a happy man. But I refuse to die before hearing her moan for me, not before I make her come on my tongue.
Before long, Ivy tightens her thighs around me, slightly raising her hips, as if urging for more. I do my best to make her wait for it, knowing the buildup makes the outcome that much sweeter.
After teasing her clit with my tongue, I move to her lips, savoring every inch of her body.
I insert one finger, then two into her canal. She’s slick and on the verge of coming. Within seconds, her legs quiver and her pussy muscles begin spasming, gripping my fingers. Her orgasm rushes over her entire body, setting both of us on fire.
Instead of sating the heated need within me, hearing her sexy ass moans and the rising and searching of her hips all work to increase the burning desire to get lost inside of her.
I want more of my mouth on her, but Ivy begins pulling me toward her. Obliging her, I cover her body with mine, bringing our lips together. Ivy cups my face and outlines my lips with her tongue, tasting herself on me.
“Fuck!” I growl. “You have no fucking idea how crazy you make me.”
Her kiss-swollen lips spread into a grin, indicating she might have the slightest idea. However, there remains an uncertainty in her eyes. I don’t know if it’s my feelings she’s unsure of or her own, but I plan to squash any remaining doubt of where she stands with me.
I cover her mouth with mine again, at the same time settling myself between her legs. We both groan when my cock comes into contact with her slick opening. Instinct takes over, and I start to position myself at her channel, but Ivy’s hands on my shoulders stop me.
I pull away from the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.
“Protection,” she gasps out.
“Shit,” I growl, completely forgetting something I’ve never forgotten since I first had sex at sixteen.
For a second, I start to say to hell with a condom, but I know Ivy’s not ready for that.
I search the top drawer of my nightstand next to my bed for the pack of condoms and pull one out. Instead of allowing my urgency to lead the way, I sit up on my knees and hold the golden packet out for her to take.
“Put it on me.”
