Crave (Billionaire Bachelors Club #1)(14)
Holy shit. She’s naked. And she just dumped the robe onto the ground so she’s standing in front of me. Again, I must stress, naked.
My mouth drops open, a rough sound coming from low in my throat. Damn, she’s gorgeous. All long legs and curvy waist and hips and full br**sts topped with pretty pink ni**les. I’m completely entranced for a long, agonizing moment. All I can do is gape at her.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and wait for my brother to come back out and find us like this or are you going to come inside my room?”
More like I’m going to come inside her, if I’m lucky. Which I’m thinking I’m gonna be.
Moving fast, I crowd her, my hands going to her waist as I push her inside. I kick the door shut, snaking out a hand behind me to turn the lock before I settle it back on her waist.
The mention of Gage finding us like this got me moving. He’d tear my balls off with his bare hands if he knew I was touching his sister at this very moment. And then there’s that whole stupid bet I just made with him and Matt. Here I went on and on about not letting any chick tie me down and the one woman I secretly consider worth having a relationship with is finally showing a glimmer of interest.
Well, more than a freaking glimmer considering she’s naked and nestling that bangin’ body all snug up against me. I stare into her eyes, see them clouded with lust, and I lean in ready to kiss her. To take her deep and hard and make her moan with the pleasure of it all. Just like I did earlier, when I touched her out on the terrace. How easily responsive she’d been. Before I ruined it all and blew off what happened between us. Last thing I wanted was to make her angry, but I still managed, all because I didn’t want to piss off Gage.
I’m in a total no-win situation with Ivy and I know it. Yet here I am, her naked body in my arms, her lips leaning in close to mine, her br**sts coming into contact with my chest . . .
“Hey.” I squeeze her hips, my fingers pressing into her flesh, and she glances up at me, her eyes wide, her lips damp. As if she’d just licked them. Fuck, everything she does unravels me. But I need to know where we stand—where she stands. I can’t risk making this a bigger mess than it already is. “What are we doing here?”
A perfectly arched brow lifts. “Do I need to explain it to you?”
“You know what I mean.” I’m not taking this any further until I’m assured we’re both on the same page. “What do you want out of this?”
Ivy reaches out and starts unbuttoning my shirt, her fingertips brushing against my chest with every button she slides out of its hole. “One night of mind-blowing sex?”
I ignore the one-night comment for a moment, absorbing her words. I shouldn’t want more. I never want more.
With Ivy, I think I could.
Well, isn’t that f**king terrifying?
“And that’s it.” My voice is flat, though I suck in a harsh breath when her fingers brush my stomach with that final button she undoes before tugging my tucked-in shirt from the waistband of my pants. “That’s all you want from me.”
“Isn’t that all you want from anyone?” Her gaze locks on my chest and she exhales loudly. “I knew you were bigger than the last time I saw you, Archer, but oh my God.”
I smile, loving the way she’s looking at me. Like she wants to eat me up. “And when was the last time you saw me without a shirt on?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs, her gaze lifting to meet mine. Her eyes are full of hunger, full of want, and I reach out, settle my hand on her cheek, and caress her soft skin. It’s like I can’t resist touching her. “When we were teenagers?”
“Well, I’ve changed a lot since then.” Leaning down, my mouth is at her ear when I murmur, “So have you.”
She slides her hands up my chest, her touch causing sparks to ignite along my skin as she pushes my shirt from my shoulders. I shrug out of it, settling my hands back at her waist, pulling away a bit so I can drink her in.
Jesus, she’s gorgeous. I’m hard as a rock just looking at her and I start to back her toward the bed, pushing gently at her shoulders so she falls onto the mattress with a little huff of annoyance. Her long hair falls around her shoulders in tousled waves, the ends barely covering her br**sts, tempting me to rake my fingers through the silky strands. Without warning she hooks her finger through the belt loop of my pants, pulling me forward and tipping me off balance so I fall onto the bed.
Fall onto her.
“Now I have you where I want you,” she murmurs just before she lifts her head and kisses me deep, her tongue immediately sliding against mine. She skims her hands down my back so lightly I shiver.
Damn, her touch feels good. She feels good beneath me, her hands on me, her legs winding around my hips. I still have my pants on but I can feel her. My erection nudges against her heated sex and she tilts her hips, grinding against me as she devours my mouth.
She’s turned into a wildcat, rubbing against me, her mouth on mine like she wants to consume me and I willingly fall under her spell. Let her take completely over, as I’m lost to her delicious taste, the way her tiny hands are all over me, at the front of my pants. Undoing the snap, sliding the zipper down until she’s reaching inside and stroking my cotton-covered cock.
“Wow, Archer, you’re packing,” she murmurs after breaking our kiss, her fingers curling around my erection and giving me an agonizing squeeze.