Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"In case you were wondering," he says, releasing my ass to thrust his hand between my legs. His hand in my hair tightens, angling my head back further. His hooded, dark eyes meet mine, full of wicked promise and fiery intent. "This is going to be mine too, Ivy."
"I…I…"
His eyes light up. "Ah, fuck, kitten. You're going to fucking come, aren't you?"
I am. I can't hold it off.
"Yes," I whimper, writhing on my feet in agony. In bliss.
"Then come," he commands, his tone liquid sex. His palm grinds against my clit.
My nails dig into his scalp as a keening cry breaks from my lips, the orgasm overtaking me. Heat spirals out from my center, flooding through me in a soft wash of pleasure. I moan and tremble my way through it, so far gone I can't stop myself from grinding against his palm, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure I can.
"Fuck, kitten," he groans loudly against my mouth before once again sweeping his lips across mine in gentle passes. He's breathing hard, his heart pounding against mine. Those sweet, sensual little pecks go on for what feels like an eternity as he brings me slowly back down to earth, holding me securely in his arms.
When I'm able to breathe again, I don't want to open my eyes and face reality, so I don't. Instead, I nuzzle my face into his throat and hum, sated for the first time since he smirked at me from that dark corner at Mitch's. He holds me tightly as his heart rate slows and steadies.
"Fucking perfect," he mutters into my hair, and then he's sweeping me off my feet.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me across the living room like I weigh nothing at all. He doesn't even break a sweat. He lays me out on the sofa, presses his lips to my crown, and then his heat is gone.
I manage to pull my eyes open in time to see him striding across the room toward the front door. Confusion funnels through me.
He's leaving? Just like that?
"What―? I―?"
He shoots me a look over his shoulder. With his cheeks flushed with arousal and his eyes dark, he looks like sin. The words of protest die in my throat. I lick my lips and I can still taste him on them. My heart rolls, my stomach bottoming out. I lift my fingers to my face, pressing them against my swollen lips as if doing so will lock his taste in and keep it there.
Desire flares brighter in his eyes as he watches me. He exhales a ragged breath and shakes his head, smiling.
"Behave," he mutters and then he's gone.
Chapter Seven
Cameron
"I'm coming!" Ivy yells from the other side of her door, making me smile. Either she isn't a morning person, or she didn't sleep any better than I did last night. I'm guessing it's the latter. I slept like shit. Every fucking time I closed my eyes, I thought of her alone in her bed and my dick was hard all over again.
I shouldn't have kissed her yesterday. I certainly shouldn't have made her come for me. If anyone finds out, my captain will pull my badge in a heartbeat. The thing is though…I don't fucking care what anyone else has to say. Ivy Kendall is mine. Never in a million years thought I'd hear myself say that shit, but there it is. If claiming her means risking my badge, it's a risk I have to take.
I rap on the door again.
"Hold your freaking horses!" she shouts. A split second later, the deadbolt slides free. And then the chain rattles as she unlatches it. She flings the door open, blinking at me.
"You didn't check the peephole," I say, frowning. She doesn't live in a terrible neighborhood, but her safety is a priority, especially considering that someone is trying to frame her for their crimes. "Always check the peephole before you open the door, kitten."
"It's too early for you to be bossy," she says, staring at me like she's not sure if she's awake or not. Her hair is mussed, a pillow crease on her cheek. Her gaze runs down my body and she gulps audibly, her cheeks turning pink. "Way too early."
Christ, she's cute as hell.
I chuckle, letting the peephole discussion go for now. We'll revisit it later. Instead, I look her over, taking in her white tank top and tiny sleep shorts. They barely cover her pussy, leaving her thick thighs and long legs on display.
Fuck. Now I want to crawl into her bed with her.
"Here." I hold out a cup of coffee to her. "Wasn't sure how you take it," I say. My gaze runs over her again, my dick swelling in the confines of my pants. "But I'm thinking you got about as much sleep as I did last night, so it's strong."