Ivy softly chuckled and shook her head. “No. This came courtesy of a shop in Birmingham that Pepper and I stopped at when we went dress shopping.”
“I like that store,” he muttered, unable to tear his eyes from the body he’d ached to touch for a week. It was just as well he hadn’t known what she had on under that dress. He would’ve rushed them out of that dance before they’d had a chance to get their crowns.
Ivy slipped her arms behind her neck and lifted them, letting her dark hair fall back down into a cascade of waves around her shoulders. Her eyes were focused on him as she started a seductive little dance. Ivy gyrated her hips, her hands sliding down her body and touching the places his own palms tingled to touch. She moved to the rhythm in her mind. She didn’t need music to dance when there was always a song in her head.
She came closer, settling between his thighs. She boldly reached for his collar, unbuttoning his shirt. If she wanted to show off some moves, he wasn’t about to stop her.
Pulling the shirt open to expose his chest, she ran a palm down his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his trousers. She dropped down to her knees, then unbuttoned his fly. Ivy leaned in to press her lips against his stomach. They left behind the mark of her light pink lipstick. Ivy tugged at his waistband and Blake arched his back to raise up off the bed so she could get those pesky pants out of the way.
“Tighty-whiteys?” Ivy asked as she desperately tried to hold in a laugh.
“I had to,” he said in self-defense. “With the cut of those pants and the light-colored fabric, I couldn’t wear boxers or anything with color.”
“I understand,” Ivy said as she stroked his large bulge. “Panty lines can be so annoying.”
“Panty lines?” Blake sat up on the bed and scooped Ivy into his arms. With a roar of mock outrage, he lifted her onto the bed and plopped her beside him on her back. His body covered hers in an instant. He was happy to have this distraction from her caresses for a moment to regroup and gain the upper hand. “The only panties in this house are in my way.”
Ivy giggled again, but this time he smothered the sound with his mouth. Settling between her thighs, he pressed himself against the black lace barrier. With a slow grind of his hips, his tongue glided along hers. After a few long strokes, Ivy was writhing beneath him and groaning against his lips. When her cries grew louder and more desperate, he pulled away.
Breaking the kiss, he focused on removing the lace-and-satin top. With a practiced flick of his wrist, it came undone and he whipped the garment onto the floor.
This. This is what he’d been dying to taste. The small, firm breasts she’d hidden beneath her hands that first day were finally on full display. He took in the sight for a moment and then noticed the elusive tattoo he’d only glimpsed at the cabin. On the left side of her rib cage were a bass and a treble clef, combined to make them look like a heart. His fingertips brushed over it. “Nice tattoo,” he said.
Ivy curled her neck up to look at the ink. “Yeah. Don’t ever tattoo your ribs. Trust me when I say that. It was supposed to be bigger.” She laughed and the movement drew his attention back to her nipples where it belonged.
His tongue flicked over one hard pink tip, eliciting a sharp gasp from Ivy. He ran his tongue over the firm nub again, taking the other one into his hand.
Blake drew the nipple into his mouth at last, sucking hard until Ivy cried out and arched her body, burying her fingers in his hair.
“Blake,” she gasped. Her bare leg drew up his side to cradle his hip. The movement brought him in more direct contact with her sensitive center. “Please.”
How long had he waited to hear those words from her lips again? Sometimes he’d imagined it just like this, a desperate plea in the dark that he gladly answered. Other nights, when that song had earned him a particularly suck-ass day, it had been an appeal for mercy, which he denied.
There were so many emotions wrapped up in his past with Ivy. Sometimes it was purely painful, but with so many other women, he was numb. After his accident, he’d screwed his way through a dozen women trying to convince himself that he hadn’t lost everything. It hadn’t helped. Part of him shut down the day they cut him from the team. With Ivy, he felt alive. There could be no high without the lows, and with Ivy he had it all.
Blake buried those thoughts as his lips found her throat again. His tongue glided over the saltiness of her skin while his hand slid down her side to her hip. He grasped a handful of the lace panties and tugged down around the curve of her ass. She arched up off the bed and the fabric moved easier. His fingers danced across the soft, smooth skin of her legs as he slipped the panties off and threw them to the side with the rest of their clothes.
He was tempted to continue exploring, but he knew himself too well. Once he touched her, he wouldn’t want to stop, not for anything. And some things were necessary. Blake kissed her, long and deep, and then climbed from the bed.
Ivy pouted. “You’d better not be going far.”
Blake turned back to see her nude body splayed across his bed. No, he wasn’t going far at all. From the dresser on the far wall he grabbed a handful of condoms and carried them back with him.
Ivy watched him with hooded eyes as he slipped out of the last of his clothes and walked back to the foot of the bed. He crawled up until he was kneeling between her ankles. Blake leaned down, slipping his arms beneath her knees. With a quick tug, her body slid to him and he was ideally positioned between her thighs with her knees hooked over his shoulders.
His gaze flicked down to the pink flesh he’d exposed. Dipping down onto his elbows, he sought her out with his tongue. The first contact drew a sharp cry. The second stroke, longer and more leisurely, left Ivy panting and squirming. He continued his pleasurable assault on her body until he could feel her every muscle tense and hear her cries grow more desperate. He’d made love to Ivy enough times in the past to know she was on the verge of coming undone. He wanted to stop just short of that. They would ride that wave together, at least this first time.
Reaching for the headboard, he snapped up one of the condoms and made quick work of putting it on. He lowered himself between her thighs and hovered there just as they touched.
Ivy wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Slowly, oh so slowly, Blake eased forward. Inch by delicious inch, he sank into the welcoming heat of her body. He buried himself fully, letting a strangled groan escape his lips. God, she felt good. Her body gripped him as tightly as it had when they were clumsy teenagers.
Ivy’s breath was hot in his ear. “Take me,” she whispered.
Withdrawing at an agonizingly slow pace, Blake thrust back into her again. He fought the urge to roll his eyes back into his head. Biting his lip, he did it again and again, feeling the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside his gut.
Ivy’s soft gasps of encouragement urged him on even after the ache in his leg started to burn as fiercely as the one in his groin. He ignored it, knowing that eventually the pain would fade. He eased up onto his elbows to focus on Ivy instead. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed, her attention centered on the pleasure he was coaxing from her body.
With single-minded determination, he thrust into her, watching every flicker of pleasure dance across her face. It wasn’t long before her pink lips parted and her brow furrowed in concentration.