I glanced over at Ivy, my heart growing fifteen sizes in my chest, and took her hand in mine.
The chase was over. Ivy was mine.
“That was quite the show you put on for all the ladies,” Ivy said, walking through the door of her house.
I grinned. “The show was for you.”
She turned back a fraction, eyes tipping over her shoulder. “I enjoyed it.” Then she smiled wider before bringing her attention back to the front of her. Which was good, because Ivy was clumsy enough with her eyes facing forward, let alone looking back.
Once we were through the door and walking back to her bedroom, no doubt for her to change out of her work clothes and for me to watch, her expression changed from playful to serious.
“So,” she said, stepping out of her heels. “I think you were right about Breanna.”
I squinted my eyes, leaning my shoulder against the door jam. “How so? Did you see her?”
Ivy smooshed her lips together and nodded her head up and down. “And, dare I say, she didn’t even throw a knife at my head. I was prepared to duck under the booth, but when she glanced over from the bar, she almost… skipped over me. Like her eyes saw me but her brain didn’t…”
I chuckled and shook out my hair.
Ivy started again, “But in all seriousness…” She started to strip off her dress, standing only in a silk, see-through slip. I swallowed, not truly registering anything else she was saying. “…She didn’t even so much as glare at me like usual. Maybe she morphed into a different person. Maybe a demon was inside her body all this time and it finally left, leaving her real soul to emerge.” She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “I guess I won’t have to call Dean and Sam Winchester, although I was looking forward to it.”
She was trying to get a rise out of me with her last comment. We’d played a game a few nights ago, asking each other a series of questions, all of which were completely ridiculous and not at all serious. She’d admitted that her TV sitcom crush was Dean from Supernatural, and I’d admitted that mine was Jennifer Aniston, in any TV show or movie. I then followed it up by listing all the similarities between her and Jennifer.
“Come here,” I prodded, raking my eyes down her body and back up again.
“You come here,” she said back, a coy smile on her lips.
I rose an eyebrow and licked my lips, giving her my best sultry stare. Ivy and I were testing each other more and more lately…specifically in the bedroom.
In the bedroom, our deep friendship with its comfortableness and laughter was long gone; in its place was this sexy, raw, and unforgiving pull between our bodies. My dick had never been so fucking happy.
“Nah, I think I’ll stay right here and enjoy the view,” I said, my voice throaty and husky, just the way she liked it.
Ivy’s face twitched and then she narrowed her gaze onto my hand. I unhurriedly moved my fingers over to my jeans, pushing the button through the opening with one single shove, then I very, very slowly took my zipper and pulled it down, letting the sound fill the silent room.
Wild green eyes flicked back up to mine and a small grin started to creep along my face. I let my jeans fall to the floor in a single whoosh, where they landed around my ankles.
Ivy wiggled on her feet, still staring at me. I winked at her and then fiddled with the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my body and throwing it to the bed. I watched Ivy’s neck break out with a rosy blush at the same time that her chest started to heave up and down a little harder than before.
Speaking of hard, that’s exactly what I was. Hard, hard, hard, hard. Just staring at her, watching her become turned on…it was all it took for me. Just one single glance at the gleam in her eyes and I was done for.
She was so dangerously sexy in the bedroom.
She was the best of both worlds: so sweet and beautiful, but a God damn siren under the sheets.
I almost groaned out loud watching her eyes travel over my body. I flexed my pecks at her, a mischievous look on her face, which quickly disappeared when I dipped my hand into my boxer briefs, allowing my dick to feel a moment of satisfaction.
I pulled my waistband down while observing Ivy’s widening of eyes and biting of lip. I slowly took my steady hand and ran it along the base of my shaft, feeling tingles shoot down my legs.
I moved my hand a few more times, feeling my own breath labor. Ivy swallowed loudly and then she started to play along, too. She tiptoed over to me, still standing near the door, and kept her attention on my hand, rubbing my dick up and down. She pulled up her cream-colored slip, bunching it around her waist, and dipped her fingers into her lace panties. I started to pump faster and faster, feeling my balls deepening with a heavy pleasure. My heart beat wildly in my chest, anticipating her next move.
My voice was gruff. “Touch yourself.”
A shot of pleasure went down my spine when Ivy’s eyes grew hooded and clouded with ecstasy.
I glued my attention to her hand, slowly gliding her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them over to the side, then used her other hand to bunch up her slip even more, giving me a full shot of her pussy.
Her delicate hand traveled up her thigh, a breathy noise coming from her mouth. I had to pause my hand on my dick, because I wasn’t quite ready to come apart yet. As much as I loved coming, I wanted to do it while inside of her. I just didn’t want to rush it.