Mended (Connections, #3)(83)

The backs of my knees hit the sofa in the recording studio and I fall to it. She lands on top of me. I finally break the connection our lips were fervent to hold. Pulling back, I stare at her gorgeous naked tits. I run my hands up and down her chest, holding each breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple between my fingers. Bending toward her, I nuzzle one before licking and pulling it in, sucking on it. She arches her back and my hands move to the front of her jeans. My pulse is racing. She tries to pull my shirt over my head, but I want her so badly, I can’t tear my hands from her. Finally I manage, “Stand up and take your pants off,” and then I pull my own shirt over my head.

She rises and easily slides her jeans down her legs. My hands find the lace of her panties, ripping them off before she even lifts her feet to kick off her shoes. I pull her closer to me. She stands before me completely stunning and again I can’t help but think, She’s all mine. My mouth goes slack as I see her hooded eyes staring down at me. I slip one finger inside her, then another, and then just one more. Stretching her, f*cking her with my fingers. Her body starts to shake and as she cries out in pleasure, I remove my fingers and replace them with my mouth. Her hands grip my shoulders tightly.

“Xander!” she screams when I find her clit with first my lips, then my tongue. I pull her closer to me. I don’t just want to eat her . . . I want to devour her. Her body trembles and she calls out my name louder and louder with each passing second. She tries to pull away, but I hold her tight. “Just feel it baby. Just feel it,” I manage, stopping to blow on the small nub that I plan to devour again in an instant.

Her grip tightens and she cries out, “I love you!” Those words have my cock throbbing to be inside her. I pull away and stand up. She’s wobbly and holds on to me. I tear out of my boots and jeans and stand fully ready in front of her. Her fingers wrap around my hard cock and the feeling is so unlike my own hand that I feel myself start to tremble.

I take a few minutes to admire her. Her smooth, tan skin, her seductive, stormy eyes, the cute sprinkling of freckles across her nose, her lush lips, and those breasts—all Ivy, all things I will never get enough of.

“Did you like that, baby?” I ask her.

“I like it,” she moans as I take my cock and rub it against her entrance.

“Do you like this?” I ask, running my tongue around the shell of her ear.

“Yes,” she cries out as I place my knee between her legs and gently fold her onto the sofa.

I hover over her and she pulls my face to hers. She gently traces my mouth with her soft lips and I nip at her finger. She giggles only for a moment before taking my cock in her hand and guiding it to her. She rubs my tip over her clit and I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside her this very minute, but the look on her face is so full of lust, I grip the back of the sofa and just fall into her. She takes her other hand and grabs me, cupping and tugging alternately while she continues to rub the tip of my cock over her wet *.

“That is so f*cking hot,” I tell her, but when her fingers trail up my shaft, I can’t take it anymore and I thrust into her. Both of us yell out in ecstasy and I don’t wait another minute before pounding into her over and over. Thrust for thrust, she meets each and every one. My cock pulses and I pump my hips into her. I grip her shoulders, holding on, trying to go deeper, wanting to be as far into her as I can. Everything about her is so sweet. The feeling of being buried deep inside her is one I never want to lose. A groan stutters out of me as I try to hold on for her, but I can’t. Letting go, I stop kissing her and look at her angelic face.

She moans, “Oh God,” and I can tell an orgasm is rocketing through her, just as powerful as the one owning me right now. All I want to do is hold on to her for dear life because I’m pretty sure I’m going to die from the unbelievable pleasure I’m basking in. We both come in unison. Fuck, it feels so good—I can’t hear, my vision’s a little hazy, and there’s a gentle ache radiating from all parts of my cock—all reminders of the intensity we just shared.

After a few minutes, when I’m able to move, I pull her to my chest. She smiles against my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I murmur in her hair, “That felt so good.”

She lifts her head and her beautiful eyes dance in the light. “I’m so happy.”

I smile at her. “Me too. Ready to go home to our bed?”

Her smile fades and I lift her chin and see a tear dripping down her cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing’s wrong. Just the way you said home—it couldn’t be more right.” Her smile reappears and she says, “Xander, please take me home now.”

God, again I have to swallow a surge of emotion from the sight of the tear on her cheek and hearing those words. I kiss her tear away and say, “There’s nothing I want more.”

We head for my car again and this time, for some reason, that stupid poem from so long ago pops in my head, but this time I know the words—“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours.”





CHAPTER 20


You

Ivy, Three Months Later

The day has arrived. All the hard work and energy and it’s finally ready to share. And it’s all because of him. He shifts to his feet before me and the mere sight of him makes my eyelashes flutter, my throat burn, and my heart pound. He hasn’t shaved and his hair falls forward as he moves, making him look impossibly sexy. The hint of stubble I’m staring at has just rubbed against the sensitive skin of my face, my stomach, and everywhere else, but the yearning I feel for him is raging—I still want more.