He’d promised he had her, and he did.
Ivan began a slow and steady slide down the length of her feminine curves. Body taut with desire, every single nerve ending was on fire for her. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt, and it was in that moment that Ivan realized…
This is it. This is what Jax meant.
It was exactly as his friend had described one day not long after the couple announced their engagement…
I’m just sayin’ be ready, my friend. Your turn is coming. And when it hits, it fuckin’ hits. Like a goddamn nuke you can’t escape from but would eat a bullet to protect. And you won’t see it coming, either. So don’t waste your time tryin’ to look.
At the time, Ivan had heard the words but let them fade away. Now, though. Now he heard them loud and fucking clear.
He’d seen love at first sight take place in the movies. Had watched it happen on sitcoms and television dramas. Had even witnessed it between Jax and Poppy…and others he knew.
But never, not in his wildest dreams, did Ivaneverthink it would happen to him.
Yet, here he was, making love to a woman he’d known a very brief time, and his crazy ass was damn near ready to sign on the dotted line. And how fucking stupid was that?
When you know, you know, brother. I’m tellin’ ya. Just wait.
Cera squeezed the firm globes of Ivan’s ass, bringing him back to a present he never wanted to leave. He devoured her mouth once more, her throat swallowing his animalistic moan. Responding with a fierce passion, Cera’s tongue met his in swirl of heat and unbridled need.
Ivan’s hands slid along the soft contour of her body, tracing her mouthwatering curves with a reverence that left them both trembling. She was a bit too thin for her petite frame, and the reason behind that made him want to kill.
Life had taken from this woman, time and time again. Wasstilltaking from her. And as God was his witness, he made it his life’s purpose to break the vicious cycle.
To give her a future filled with laughter and smiles, rather than a life consumed by tears and hiding in fear.
I’m going to find the son of bitch, sweetheart. I’m going to find him, and I’m going to stop him. If it’s the last thing I do.
In the meantime…
Ivan settled himself between her legs. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal was intoxicating, making him drunk from that very first sip.
“Ah!”
Cera’s lower body flew off the mattress in reaction to the intimate kiss. But Ivan wrapped his strong arms around her thighs and locked her into place.
He’d release her if she made even the slightest move to get free, of course. But given the way she was writhing and moaning beneath his touch, he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to be a problem.
“Oh, god.]pp” Cera moaned. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.”
Ivan smiled against her bare, weeping sex. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to tell him what she liked. He also loved how responsive she was.
He touched; she moved. He kissed; she moaned. He licked, and flicked, and laved, and within minutes, she was trembling with a powerful need.
I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.
As much and for as long as she wanted.
Ivan went in for more, his movements purposeful and—hopefully—clear. He was ready for her to come. Hard. So he closed his eyes, focused solely on the way her body responded, and gave her everything he had to bring her so much pleasure she’d forget about every other man from her past.
Only me.
Glancing up, he had the most magnificent view he’d ever had the honor of seeing. With his mouth on her swollen clit, his fingers working her drenched core as if she were his favorite guitar and he were Jimmy Hendrix.
And while he thrust himself in and out of her velvety walls, he continued to soak in the breathtaking sight.
From this vantage point, Ivan could see every dip. Every twitch. The swells of her perky breasts he intended to praise the next time they made love.