Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
They’re calling for another storm this weekend. As much as I’m needed back at the main estate, I can’t fathom leaving Ivy all by herself.
She asked me again why I call her Sun.
The words were on the tip of my tongue to tell her, but when I tasted her, I realized how far from the truth it was.
So instead, I diverted the question yet again by licking her with abandon.
She came apart in front of me, the way a flower finally opens her petals when it blooms.
Erotic, sensual, a sight I will always remember even long after.
Her cheeks are a warm shade of pink as she comes down from her high, fueling the need inside me.
My cock grows hard in my pants, and I know without a measure of a doubt that I’ll have to finish myself off in the bathroom.
With an exhale, I walk toward the shower and turn on the water.
The scalding hot water will only fuel the heat inside me, but I have no other choice. If I go to her now . . .
I won’t see her until I’m sated.
Standing under the hot water, I desperately need to find my release. Watching her come has me ready to ignite.
The pent-up need is unrivaled.
Closing my eyes, I fist myself in my hands and imagine what it will feel like when she finally gives in and admits she wants me the way I want her.
I imagine what it would feel like to thrust in and out of her. Dragging myself through her heat.
With my dick in my hand, I grip myself tightly in my palm.
Pulling from root to tip, slowly, I fuck my hand.
I tighten my grip. My hips rock up. My back goes rigid as I chase my high.
It’s building. I can feel the end is near.
The sound of the shower door opening pulls me out of my haze.
“What are you doing in here?” I growl.
Her lip tucks in between her teeth.
Gone is the self-assured Ivy. She’s nervous, and she should be. Once she says the words, I will ruin her.
I will take her. She’ll be mine. I’ll consume her.
“I want you,” she whispers.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. Still timid. Still scared.
I don’t know what demons she battled on her way in here, but I’m not sure it’s enough.
“No,” I respond, and I hate myself for being the man that I am right now. I should fucking say yes, grab her, and pound her into the shower tile. Instead, I turn off the shower and grab the towel and head out the door.
“Where are you going?” she asks quickly as she follows me into my bedroom, and I turn to face her.
“I will not fuck you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Unsure.” I move toward the cabinet to grab clothes. With my back toward her, I rifle through the shirts. I can hear her steps behind me. Then I feel her hand on my back. My spine straightens, willing myself not to let loose a beast and grab her.
Let her come to you, the voice in my head says.
The voice that stops me when I know I will go too far.
You need her to come to you.
“Cyrus,” she says, and I don’t respond. Instead, my lungs expand with an inhale. “Turn around,” I hear from behind me. Her voice is not weak this time. It sounds like the Ivy who’s been fighting this attraction between us has finally gotten the memo: this will happen. I turn around as she’s asked and look at her. “I want you.”
Narrowing my eyes, I study her. Her chest heaves as her breath comes out heavy, and her pupils are dilated as she licks her lips. There is no questioning it this time. It’s written all over her features. She wants this. But I’m a dick and saying it isn’t enough.
“Prove it.” I smirk.
Then she drops to her knees.
Thank fuck.
34
Ivy
I don’t know what has come over me, but the fact that he rejected me and walked away was too much to handle. I sat in the room for what seemed like forever, but really was only a few minutes before my brain finally caught up to what was happening.
I needed him.
Yet when I found him in the shower, pleasuring himself, that’s when I knew what I needed to do.
As much as I wanted him, though, I’m not the best with men, and apparently, it showed through with my indecision or shyness. It’s funny how bold I can be in certain aspects, but with men, not so much.
Now, I kneel in front of him, and as he looks down at me, the only thing I can imagine is what he will taste like.
What he will sound like when I drive him as crazy as he drove me.
It makes me feel bold with need, so I grab the towel around his waist, pull it down, and meet his eyes.