Page 93 of Sliding Into Love
“That was a week or so ago. The next day, I got an email offering a phone interview, and they called me today to tell me I got the job! I’ll be teaching middle school instead of high school, but it’s at Jase’s school! Isn’t that so awesome? He’ll be too cool to hang out with me, but that’s okay. Anyway, I got a job!” A wide smile wreathed her face, her dimples deeper than ever. “It’s such a relief.”
“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. You’ll do great.”
She sighed and pushed her face against him, rubbing her cheek against his sternum.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, amused by this vaguely cat-like motion.
“You smell nice.” She sighed happily into his t-shirt.
“Okay.” Ethan resolved to wear cologne more often. For a while, they remained in the embrace, with Ivy resting her head on his chest. After a few moments, Ethan scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. Ivy yawned and stretched, then stood and began removing her clothes, tossing them into her closet.
Enjoying the show, he kept watching her, and when she caught him, she grinned, her movements becoming more deliberate. It tookyearsfor her to reach behind her to unhook and slowly remove the lacy bra, and because he was only a helpless man, Ethan’s eyes immediately dropped to the expanse of skin she had uncovered. Ivy’s nipples pebbled under his gaze, but she continued, slowly undoing the button of her jeans and sliding them down over her hips, revealing plain black underwear.
Why the plain black underwear got him hard so quickly, Ethan didn’t know. Maybe it was the way she looked at him as she slid her clothes off. Maybe because he knew what was beneath the scrap of black cotton. Either way, his eyes trailed down her belly, between her legs, and he instantly wanted to take them off. Put his mouth on her and make her moan.
And then she sauntered over to her dresser and pulled open the drawer she’d designated as his, rifling through it to find one of his black tees. She pulled it over her head and disappeared into the bathroom. Ethan swiftly changed his clothes to something more comfortable, trying desperately to ignore the raging hard-on the love of his life had caused and then abandoned. He heard water running and tried to focus on those sounds instead of how badly he wanted her. When he heard her opening the door, Ethan scrambled under the covers to at least attempt to hide his erection.
Which was unnecessary, as the second Ivy emerged from the bathroom, she pounced on him, pinning him beneath her.
“Hi,” she said between kisses to his face and neck. “I needed to wash my face and brush my teeth. It has been aday.”
“Hmph.” Ethan grumbled, but he caught the sparkle in Ivy’s eyes, knowing she saw through it.
“Well, if you wanted me to stop,” she said, pretending to misunderstand him, “you could have said so.”
Ethan curled his fingers into her hipbones, rolling over with her when she rolled off him. Then, he hovered above her, staring down into her face.
“Do you think Ieverwant you to stop?”
Ivy smiled up at him, reaching up to twist her fingers through his hair, brushing his cheek.
And again, how much he loved her hit him full in the chest, as hard as he’d been hit by that errant baseball, and it was hard to breathe.
In the next moment, he was kissing her, hard, trying to put all of his emotions into the simple act of pressing his lips to hers.
But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. He would always want more of her. His tongue flicked against hers, and he felt her legs fall open beneath him. Smiling against her lips, Ethan traced his fingers over the waistband of her plain black underwear. But not beneath them. Not yet. His lips moved over her neck, gently; he didn’t want to mark her too visibly. When Ethan found the spot over Ivy’s heart, he heard her heartbeat, and he sucked a mark there. Her hands slid beneath his shirt, tugging the hem up, and he lifted himself for her to pull it over his head.
The sense of male pride Ethan always felt when Ivy stared at him flooded his senses even as he watched her eyes darken. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, Ethan pulled it over Ivy’s head, and they gazed at each other, both drinking the other in.
Need for her burned through him; he needed her more than oxygen.
He fumbled in his haste, tripping as they scrambled off the bed to undress, and they laughed as their foreheads knocked together, each trying to disrobe the other. Eventually, their clothes fell to the floor in a heap, and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Ethan carried her to the bed, falling back and landing so hard, his breath was nearly knocked out as she sprawled out atop him.
With Ivy’s spread knees bracketing him, her hot center slid against him, and Ethan couldn’t stop himself from slipping a finger between her legs, stroking her to draw out even more of her arousal. Touching her was like setting a match to gasoline, and he felt her fire licking over his skin when she rocked her hips and moaned. So, he added a second finger, tracing over her clit and sliding inside her.
“I needyou, Ethan,” she panted, throwing her head back and closing her eyes tightly. But her words and her actions were contradictory. She rocked herself into his hand, and Ethan stared up at her, watching the ecstasy wreathing her face. “Ethan,please,” she whispered.
Ethan stroked inside her one last time before removing his fingers, and Ivy hissed at the loss. With both hands, he gripped her hips, holding her still, holding her above his aching cock.
She writhed, trying to push down, but he managed to keep her above him.
“Go slow, sweetheart, for me? Please?”
He didnotwant to go slowly, but this was different, somehow, like they needed to be slow and sweet, no matter how much they just wanted tofuck.
Nodding slowly, Ivy met his eyes, her breath catching as Ethan loosened his grip on her hips to lower her down.
Inch by agonizingly slow inch, she sank onto him, enveloping him in her wet heat, and Ethan wanted to growl in pleasured frustration at how good she felt around him. So soft and wet andhis.
