Page 28 of Decked Out with Ivy

A moan rumbled up her throat, muffled by his relentless kiss—a kiss she never wanted to end. Desire spiraled through her, moisture pooled between her legs, and when his hand molded her ass, wrapping her leg around his waist, she didn’t hesitate to throw her arms around his neck and hook the other leg.

Both hands dug into her ass, holding her up, the wall supporting her from melting into a puddle of need and want. “Bedroom,” she said in between kisses, barely able to form words.

He stopped, and disappointment flooded through her system. Her breaths came in hard, ragged gasps.

“Are you sure?” he asked, cupping her cheek.

He didn’t have to ask. Her actions were telling him exactly what she wanted, but he stopped to make sure she was okay. A gentle warmth spread through her chest, landing right in her heart.

She nuzzled into his hand, and he kissed the tip of her nose. “I don’t want you to think—”

She cut him off. “All I’m thinking about is you and me naked in my bed. Don’t make me beg.” And she would. She was desperate for his touch, desperate to feel every sensation he was capable of making her feel.

A smile tilted his mouth. “I might enjoy that.”

She nipped his lip, surprise slamming into her at her boldness. She rather liked the feel of taking the reins. “Or I can just take control.” She grabbed her shirt, using the wall to anchor her, and ripped it over her head.

Desire pooled in the greens of his eyes, turning them nearly black. She swallowed at the intensity. His head dipped, his tongue dragging along the red lace. Her body arched, pressing into him, begging him without words. Desperation spiraled together with need, and she held his head as he peeled the lace away. His breath brushed her nipple, tightening it into a tight bead. His mouth descended, his teeth scraping lightly. Electric current shot through her body, little sparks erupting with each swipe of his tongue.

Using her back, she pushed off the wall. He didn’t stumble as he pivoted them toward the hallway.

“Second door. Right.” She grabbed his hair, tugging his head and crashing her lips to his. It was a frenzy of lips, teeth, and tongue before he tossed her on the bed.

She expected to feel exposed, but all she felt was sexy as he leered down at her, that same dark intensity holding onto her as he unbuttoned the top button on his shirt, then the next.

He looked at her like she was so much more than a small-town girl who knitted Christmas sweaters. He looked at her like she was the reason the sun rose and set, the reason it snowed in the winter and flowers bloomed in the spring.

Her eyes followed his fingers as they popped each button until it hung open. With a couple of yanks at the arm, the shirt was on the floor, leaving him in a white t-shirt that clung to the hard lines of his body. She swallowed, imagining her hands and tongue running along the ridges she could make out through the material.

He reached behind him, ripping his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. Her breath caught as she stared at the hardridges and tight skin. She licked her lips, desperate to run her tongue along each ridge.

“Take your pants off,” he said as he unzipped his own and shoved them to the floor. He stood there in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs. If her breath had caught before, then now she found it near impossible to breathe.

Owning the power that had zinged through her before, she unzipped her jeans and kicked the heavy material onto the floor. Cody’s knee pressed into the mattress. His hands wrapped around her thighs, and he hauled her toward him.

He dipped his head and before she could process what was happening, he tugged her panties aside, and his mouth was on her.

She cried out as his tongue slashed her clit with one precise swipe. Her body arched, pressing into him. His hand landed on her stomach, pushing her into the mattress as he worked that clever tongue. Pleasure coursed through her, dragging her under the waves of desire and making her delirious with desperation.

She needed him inside her, stretching her and stroking her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to drag him to her. With a growl, he held her tighter, his tongue pushed into her wetness before he slipped a finger inside her.

Her body detonated, a never-ending rush of ecstasy flooding her body, drowning her in euphoria. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but she never wanted it to end.

She rode the surge, tremors wracking her body in a violent swell. He pressed a single kiss to her sensitive nub, and she grabbed his head, pulling him toward her. He climbed over her, his mouth glistening with her pleasure. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and smiled.

Despite her orgasm, a new desire rose, making her frantic. “I need you inside me.” Her body twisted and arched, beggingfor more, begging for him to give her what she so desperately needed.

His hand reached toward the end of the bed, grabbing the condom he had placed there. He ripped the foil packet open, and she grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and peeled them over his hips. His cock popped out and an excited rush ran through her veins.

She bit her lip, wanting to taste him. She didn’t wait for him to make a move. He did for her it ;was only right she did for him. Summoning her newfound boldness, her hands pressed into his chest and pushed him onto the bed.

“What are you—?” His words cut off as she took him in her mouth. Hard and solid and almost too big, but that didn’t stop her from taking as much as she could. “Holy fuck,” he muttered as her head dipped, and her tongue slid down his shaft.

He hardened between her lips, a powerful confidence shedding her sweet and innocent image. She relished this new self-assurance, letting it control her movements.

“Okay, enough of that.” He grabbed her by the arms and jerked her up, tossing her beneath him. He sheathed himself with the condom, tore her panties off, and positioned at her entrance.

“I was enjoying myself,” she said.

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