Page 29 of Decked Out with Ivy

“You’re a little too good at that. I didn’t want this to end before it even started.”

A smile spread across her face, pride swelling inside her. She had no idea how many women he had been with, but she would take the compliment. She unhooked her bra and tossed it to the floor.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

His cock nudged at her slick entrance, his head dipping. He took a nipple into his mouth just as he thrust into her.

She cried out, clawing at his back as he pumped into her, his tongue and lips nipping and sucking the tight bud before finding her mouth.

He thrust harder, seating himself completely. Pausing for a moment, he rested his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled, chests rose and fell, and their heat became one.

“You feel too damn good.”

“Then why are you stopping?”

His green eyes met hers. His weight felt heavy but comfortable, like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. A lock of his dark hair fell forward, slightly damp from the snow.

Cody Chance was gorgeous. The whole world knew it. But did they know that exact heat in his gaze? The way the left corner of his mouth dipped slightly lower than his right? The line of stubble on his chin not only black, but brown and red and blond?

Did they know the deep husk of his voice when he spoke the utter truth? Because when he opened his mouth and said the next five words, she’d never felt more honesty escape another human being.

“I never want this to end.”

She had no idea if it was a line, but she wanted to believe it wasn’t. She wanted to believe he was so turned on by her that he was losing all control.

She urged them to roll over until she was on top, taking back the reins. His eyes met hers, and she lifted, sliding his cock out of her before pushing back down. His hands gripped the sheet on either side of her head. His eyes closed, determined wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“You feel good too,” she said, continuing to slide up and down. She moved slowly, enjoying the rush of sensations.

A sexy bite of pain pinched her hip as he grabbed her, his fingers digging into her flesh before he pulled out and slammed into her. She cried out as he flipped her beneath him again andcontinued the ruthless pace. Her nails scraped his back, her legs circled his waist, and she held on as her body became a puddle of pleasure beneath him. His eyes locked on hers, and she held his gaze as they both raced toward a release. Tremors spread through her, a fiery heat consuming her. Her eyelids weighed heavy, her head lulling to the side, but she refused to look away from those beautiful green orbs. His jaw tightened, his muscles went rigid, and her walls tightened around his cock. A million explosions detonated, sending her spiraling over the edge. His grip tightened even more, his thrusts growing in speed, pumping into her with relentless drives. The intensity of his gaze grew as his body stiffened. He slammed into her, his orgasm causing him to shake. He held himself from collapsing on her. His sweat dampened forehead rested against hers, and he kissed her soft and sweet before rolling off her and disposing of the condom. He disappeared out of the bedroom, and she slid up the mattress, resting against the headboard.

Did he just hump and dump? He wouldn’t. His clothes were still on the floor. He returned, holding a washcloth and gently cleaned her before tossing the cloth into the hamper on the far side of the room. He kissed her again and crawled in beside her, pulling her into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and she slid her cold feet in between his legs. He tightened his hold, kissed the back of her head, and cuddled into her. It was intimate and unexpected. She might even call it a Christmas miracle.

Chapter 10

An hour later, she kissed Cody’s nose lightly and pressed her hands into his chest. “Get up!” she exclaimed as she attempted to jump away from him. He reached out, snaking a hand around her waist and drawing her warm body to his. He nuzzled into her neck and kissed a line toward her collarbone.

“No,” he said against her skin.

She sighed, untangling from his hold. He tried to stop her, but she was too quick and energized. He felt like he could crawl into a cave and hibernate for the rest of winter.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she scanned the area around the bed before bending and swiping up her bra. “Don’t you dare put that back on.”

“Sorry, buddy, but we have plans, and if you don’t get out of that bed, we’re going to be late.”

“The only plans I have are staying in this bed and making you come at least three more times.”

She gasped, but he was getting used to it, so he didn’t even flinch. “That’s vulgar,” she said with a playful grin curving her lips.

“Yup, and you love it. I bet you're even wet again.”

His pants flew across the room and slammed into his face. “Get dressed, Romeo. Though Romeo was much more eloquent and didn’t say things like—”

“Say things like what?” He bit back the laugh that was simmering beneath the surface as her face contorted.

“Nevermind. We have to go.”

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