Sweet Heart (The Hearts of Sawyers Bend #2) - Ivy Layne Page 0,64
glinted in the glow of the oil lamp. Two condoms. I picked them up and tapped the edges on the table as if considering what to do with them.
“Two condoms? Ambitious.”
Royal laughed, a deep, genuine laugh I felt all the way to my toes. Plucking the condoms from my hand, he said, “Not hardly. With you? Two will barely get me started.” He lay the two foil squares on the table the same way he might have laid out a hand of poker. “And I wasn't ambitious so much as hopeful. I've been trying to wait, Daisy. And it's been a hell of a lot harder than I expected. But I don't want to use those unless you're sure. I know I have a repu—”
I cut off the rest of Royal’s words. “I'm sure.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Just because we're trapped here doesn't mean—”
“I'm sure,” I repeated. I had no doubt Royal wanted me. He'd made that clear. And I'd stopped worrying about his reputation. He'd worked hard to make sure I understood this was different. That I was different. Either I trusted he meant what he said, or I might as well forget about this whole thing.
Royal's mouth opened again, and I was done. I knew exactly how to change the subject. I pushed back my chair and stood. His deep blue eyes widened, the flame buried there burning brighter. It was easy to toe-off my borrowed sneakers. Even easier to grab the hem of my dress and whip it over my head.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Daisy
I stood before him in lace lingerie the exact tawny shade of my skin, my breasts already swelling, nipples drawing tight just at the heat of his eyes on me. His throat worked as he swallowed hard. Before he could move, I straddled his lap, facing him, and went to work on his tie.
Color hit his cheeks. He swallowed hard again. He lifted one hand, and I caught it in mine. Getting up, I stepped behind him, pulling one of his arms behind the chair, then the other. Using his tie, I secured his hands to the chair before I moved back in front of him.
Power surged through me, fueled by lust and the hungry look in Royal's eyes. It wasn't just his eyes—his whole body was wound tight. Propping my hands on my hips, thrusting my modest breasts closer to his face, I shot out one hip and gave it to him straight.
“Here's the deal. It's been a long time for me. And it means a lot that you wanted to wait. More than I know how to tell you. But I can show you.”
I leaned in and unbuttoned his shirt, my knuckles grazing his chest. “If you'd tried to take me to bed before this I probably would have run scared or lost interest. But you didn't. You waited until I was sure. And now, I think—Lift up.”
His fascinated gaze locked to my face, Royal lifted his hips from the chair. I slid his pants down over that perfect ass and pulled them from his legs.
Standing back, I took a good long look.
Yum.
Royal Sawyer, on full display for my pleasure, was the most fascinating, gorgeous, sexy thing I'd ever seen. He was already hard, his cock straining for attention. I wasn't going to make him wait.
I stepped between his legs and stroked one hand up that deliciously thick, very hard cock. “I think,” I continued, “that this first time, I'm going to seduce you. That way you can be absolutely sure I want you just as much as you want me.” I gave the head of his cock a squeeze, then released him and stepped back as if something had occurred to me.
“Unless you want me to stop.” I glanced back over my shoulder at one of the trunks Royal had opened. “I think I saw a book back there. We could read.”
Royal's growl had my pussy clenching with impatience. I was having fun playing with him, but my body was ready to get to the main event.
“So, no to stopping?”
Royal's eyes were pure blue flame, his breath coming faster, but he didn't strain against the tie binding him to the chair. So much need and so much patience. It was a heady combination. Irresistible.
“I never guessed you'd be a tease.” His voice was a growl, his eyes hungry as they absorbed my body.
“We have a lot to learn about each other,” I said, wishing I still wore my heels as I sauntered