“Ivan?” She looked up into his eyes with a frown. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” he murmured low, his deep voice rough with desire. “I just have to know.”
“Know what?”
“That you want this as much as I do.” Ivan leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. With a pleading whisper she felt to her core, this strong warrior of a man practically begged her, “Please tell me you want this as much as I do.”
12
Ivan stared down at Cera,the breath in his lungs frozen as he waited for her response. But rather than use words to answer his plea, the sassy vixen leaned up and kissed him fiercely.
It was the only answer he needed.
With frantic movements and stolen nibbles and licks, they worked together in a tangle of fumbling hands and limbs to divest each other of their remaining clothes. Seconds later, they were naked, their God-given forms sharing their first full skin-on-skin contact.
It was damn near enough to make him lose it right there.
Baseball. Politics. Mrs. Garibaldi naked.
That last one always worked to slow things down a bit.
Mrs. Garibaldi had been his elementary school’s spinster librarian back in the day. Tall, broad, and older than God, the wrinkled woman had terrified every kid who had the misfortune to walk through her doors.
So yeah. That one always,alwaysworked. But not tonight.
Not with Cera.
Fuuuuck.
Ivan hissed in a breath as the sexy brunette reached between their bodies and wrapped her delicate fingers around his swollen length. She pumped her fist up and down slowly.
Once.
Twice.
On the third pull, Ivan’s control snapped. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hunger for this woman no longer in question.
He didn’t give two shits if they’d only just met. His gut was screaming she was his. That this was right.
Theywere right.
The times he’d failed in the past hadn’t been because he’d followed his instincts. He’d failed because he’d ignored them.
Fuck that.
He wanted what Jax and Poppy had, and his was it.
Cerawas it.
Ivan felt that shit to the center of his soul. And from the way her legs fell open, willingly offering herself to him as he rolled them over and positioned himself between her thighs, He’d be willing to bet she felt the same damn way.
“Please,” she begged.
Ivan’s movements stalled, and he took in her heart-stealing gaze. A shot of adrenaline—almost fear-like—zapped his system like a shockwave, its point of origin.
His heart.
I’ll be damned if you ever beg for anything else. Fucking ever.