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life knight-in-shining-armor, and far too good to be true.
Caution raised all kinds of red flags. Ivy ignored the warning signs, refusing to give up her dream guy. Just for tonight. Just for now, she needed to believe someone wanted her. Valued her. Respected her. Desired her so much he would drop everything to be with her. A foolish notion. She knew it. Accepted it. Twenty-first century women didn’t welcome saviors. Here, though—right now, in this moment—Ivy didn’t care. She craved the connection. Needed his touch. Yearned for his taste. Longed to press her body to his—feel his hands on her skin—and forget her problems, along with the rest of the world…if only for a little while.
“Tydrin?”
“Aye, lovely?”
“I remember now. You promised me something last night.”
His eyes started to shimmer. “Did I?”
“Yes,” she said, feeling shy, but not enough to back down. She stood on the edge of a precipice. A ledge with two choices: retreat to safety or jump in without hesitation. God forgive her. She wanted to make the leap, fall fast, hit hard, lose herself in the longing. Holding his gaze, Ivy drew a deep breath. Now or never. Be brave or stay scared. It took her a split second to decide. “You said that if I let you, you’d make love to me. Is that still true?”
“More than ever.”
“Time to keep your word, then.”
Desire darkened the purple flecks in his eyes. His nostrils flared a second before he surged toward her. His grip firmed. His body flexed. Ivy gasped as Tydrin took control and flipped her over.
She landed on her back.
He came down on top of her. Rigid with arousal, he pressed down, giving her his weight as he settled between her thighs. “Do you want me, Ivy?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel how much I want you?” he asked, his chest rubbing against hers.
Her nipples peeked. “You know I can.”
“Then be sure, lovely.” Shackling her wrists, Tydrin pulled her arms above her head. He held her there, legs spread, hands pressed to the bed, mouth a hair’s breadth from hers. Expression set, he swiveled his hips. Pleasure spiked. Tipping her head back, she arched, shuddering against him. “Once we start—the instant I get a proper taste of you, Ivy—I might not be able tae stop.”
“I’m sure. Tydrin, I’m sure.” Half-drunk on his scent, in need of his taste, she tugged on her hands, begging without words to be released. She needed to touch him—to feel, explore, give as good as he gave. He shook his head, denying her silent request, and rolled his hips again. Bliss rumbled through her, making her moan beneath him. “And no stopping. I want all you have to give.”
“Thank Christ.”
The low growl sounded in her ear. His eyes sparked, shimmering purple in the dark, and Ivy let herself go. She was Tydrin’s for the moment. His for the taking. His to please in whatever ways he wanted. His without apology as he dipped his head and invaded her mouth.
Chapter Seven
T he instant his tongue touched hers, Tydrin fell from grace and straight into heaven. He growled as Ivy shifted underneath him and…oh baby. Blessed be the day. He must’ve been born under a lucky star. Or singled out by the most forgiving of angels. Whatever. The reason for his good fortune didn’t matter. Label it time off for good behavior. Call it emotional parole. Place addiction at the top of the list. Only one thing mattered—Ivy and what she made him feel.
Without effort, she tipped the scales, upending him completely, blowing past rational to shove him straight into enthrallment. Now he reeled, head spinning, body humming, a prisoner of desire as he deepened the kiss and took what she offered. Everything she gave. All he wanted too.
Which made him a first class cad.
He shouldn’t be kissing her like this. Shouldn’t be nestled between her thighs and pressed to her core. Shouldn’t be chest to breast with her, hands threaded in her hair while he tangled his tongue with hers
Caution raised all kinds of red flags. Ivy ignored the warning signs, refusing to give up her dream guy. Just for tonight. Just for now, she needed to believe someone wanted her. Valued her. Respected her. Desired her so much he would drop everything to be with her. A foolish notion. She knew it. Accepted it. Twenty-first century women didn’t welcome saviors. Here, though—right now, in this moment—Ivy didn’t care. She craved the connection. Needed his touch. Yearned for his taste. Longed to press her body to his—feel his hands on her skin—and forget her problems, along with the rest of the world…if only for a little while.
“Tydrin?”
“Aye, lovely?”
“I remember now. You promised me something last night.”
His eyes started to shimmer. “Did I?”
“Yes,” she said, feeling shy, but not enough to back down. She stood on the edge of a precipice. A ledge with two choices: retreat to safety or jump in without hesitation. God forgive her. She wanted to make the leap, fall fast, hit hard, lose herself in the longing. Holding his gaze, Ivy drew a deep breath. Now or never. Be brave or stay scared. It took her a split second to decide. “You said that if I let you, you’d make love to me. Is that still true?”
“More than ever.”
“Time to keep your word, then.”
Desire darkened the purple flecks in his eyes. His nostrils flared a second before he surged toward her. His grip firmed. His body flexed. Ivy gasped as Tydrin took control and flipped her over.
She landed on her back.
He came down on top of her. Rigid with arousal, he pressed down, giving her his weight as he settled between her thighs. “Do you want me, Ivy?”
“Yes.”
“Can you feel how much I want you?” he asked, his chest rubbing against hers.
Her nipples peeked. “You know I can.”
“Then be sure, lovely.” Shackling her wrists, Tydrin pulled her arms above her head. He held her there, legs spread, hands pressed to the bed, mouth a hair’s breadth from hers. Expression set, he swiveled his hips. Pleasure spiked. Tipping her head back, she arched, shuddering against him. “Once we start—the instant I get a proper taste of you, Ivy—I might not be able tae stop.”
“I’m sure. Tydrin, I’m sure.” Half-drunk on his scent, in need of his taste, she tugged on her hands, begging without words to be released. She needed to touch him—to feel, explore, give as good as he gave. He shook his head, denying her silent request, and rolled his hips again. Bliss rumbled through her, making her moan beneath him. “And no stopping. I want all you have to give.”
“Thank Christ.”
The low growl sounded in her ear. His eyes sparked, shimmering purple in the dark, and Ivy let herself go. She was Tydrin’s for the moment. His for the taking. His to please in whatever ways he wanted. His without apology as he dipped his head and invaded her mouth.
Chapter Seven
T he instant his tongue touched hers, Tydrin fell from grace and straight into heaven. He growled as Ivy shifted underneath him and…oh baby. Blessed be the day. He must’ve been born under a lucky star. Or singled out by the most forgiving of angels. Whatever. The reason for his good fortune didn’t matter. Label it time off for good behavior. Call it emotional parole. Place addiction at the top of the list. Only one thing mattered—Ivy and what she made him feel.
Without effort, she tipped the scales, upending him completely, blowing past rational to shove him straight into enthrallment. Now he reeled, head spinning, body humming, a prisoner of desire as he deepened the kiss and took what she offered. Everything she gave. All he wanted too.
Which made him a first class cad.
He shouldn’t be kissing her like this. Shouldn’t be nestled between her thighs and pressed to her core. Shouldn’t be chest to breast with her, hands threaded in her hair while he tangled his tongue with hers
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