Page 33 of The Spice Is Nice

She kissed me. Then kissed again, and again, parting her lips, tangling her tongue with mine. Not the panicked collision at the Sapphire, not performance for a crowd. A kiss as if she’d been yearning for weeks. So had I. My tongue swept through her mouth, swallowing her moan. I moved on instinct, shifting her under me, hovering on my elbows on either side of her face. My hips moved on instinct, letting her feel the effect she had on me.

It took everything I had to pull away from her lips enough to see her face. “Are you sure about this?”

“Never been more sure of anything.” A beat. “Stop asking questions.”

I kissed her again, deeper, my hand sliding into her hair, tilting her head back to kiss down her neck at the angle I’d been thinking about for months.

My palm caressed the slope of her breast, fitting over it like I’d been made to hold her. When my thumb dragged across her nipple, her back arched and her hips rolled against mine. The last thread of my restraint left the cabin.

“Colt.” She moaned my first name again, not Calhoun, not the teasing deflection she used to keep me at arm’s length—just Colt, like permission, finally letting go of anything holding her back. “Take me. I want you. All of you.”

“Every inch?” I sucked in her nipple, teasing it to a perfect peak.

“I don’t expect you to do anything half-assed.” She chuckled against my ear. My heart pounded in my chest, echoing in my ears. I kissed back up to her throat, the hollow at its base where her pulse hammered, the line of her collarbone.

When I moved lower, her legs spread for me. My mouth found her clit in the dark, wet and hard for me. Her fingers tugged my hair, and I learned every tremble and catch of breath like a new language to perfect. But I left her on edge, her breathing coming in pants.

“Need to feel you come on my cock,” I growled.

“Get up here,” she breathed, commanding, writhing, urgency in her plea.

I reached for my jeans in the wet pile of clothes. Found the wallet and the condom. My hands shook trying to put it on because this wasn’t just any woman. This was Ivy, imploring me with sultry eyes that saw more of me than anyone ever had, and I wanted to be worthy of what she was offering.

“Let me see you,” she said. I knelt upright, my skin orange-gold in the firelight. I gave up on the condom, holding it in one hand, stroking my cock from base to tip with the other, carefully, as a bead of moisture collected at the tip, ready to break down any remaining walls between us.

“I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone since… I don’t even want to say his name.”

“Good. Because I don’t want you to think about any other man.”

“Yes, Colt. Oh, yes.” The way she said it settled in my chest and stayed.

I braced on my forearms; the firelight painted her in amber and shadows. Her blonde hair had dried at last and lay in wild curls across the pillow. Eyes wide and dark, she licked her swollen lips.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Ipressed into her opening, slowly stretching her walls with every inch. We both exhaled at once. I buried my face in her neck and held there. The reality of nothing between us hit me harder than I expected.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

“No.” My voice was gone. “You feel too damn good. Give me a second.”

She chuckled against my neck, humor in the middle of heat, and it was so perfectly Ivy, I had to move.

My thrusts began, long and thick, her breath catching with each one. She wrapped her legs around me, and the angle changed. We found a rhythm together, as if her body had known mine all along.

The pace built. She raked her nails down my back, and the sting of it traveled straight to my core. I drove into her harder, meeting her demands; her hips kept up with my pace. The sound of my name from her mouth over and over was the best thing I’d ever heard in my life.

I lifted, new position, my arms hooking the back of her knees. She reached down and strummed her clit, putting on a fire-lit show for my eyes only.

“That’s it. Feel good?” I asked, pulsing at the hilt, her breasts shaking each time.

“So good. I’m close,” she begged.

“Come with me. Wanna hold you in my arms as you do.”

I quickly lay beside her, spooning her , her back to my chest. I placed her thigh over mine and entered her tight heat again. Her fingers found her clit again, moaning for more. Lifted on one elbow, I kept vigil, waiting for themoment she’d come so that I could finally let go everything I’d been holding back.

I tweaked her nipple, cupping her breast, pulling it toward my mouth, sucking and licking, until at last, she shattered on me. Her walls vibrated and held my cock hostage—and her cries of my name, free and unguarded, pulled me over the edge with her. My vision almost went white and my arms gave out. With a groan, I buried my face in her neck and chanted her name, Ivy, Ivy, Ivy… like it was the only word left in the English language.

The fire was downto embers. The storm had quieted to a steady, gentle rain. We lay a mess of tangled limbs under the quilt, her head on my chest, my fingers in her hair.