The Ivy House - By Drea Stein Page 0,64

peeled it off.

Before she could cover herself, he stopped her. “Let me look.” She felt emboldened under his scrutiny, and she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, throwing it off to the side.

Chase smiled at her and his hands skimmed across her breasts, bringing them to life, her nipples tightening further under his touch. His other hand found her shorts, and he undid them, pulling them off her, taking his time. Well, her body ached for him.

He was above her, knees on either side of her, dark and handsome. He caressed her breasts, kneading them so that her back arched. Her hands came up to reach for him, and he took them, pulled them over her head, pinioned her there, while his mouth found one nipple, then the other. One hand trailed down her body, finding the thin scrap of fabric between her legs. He moved there, and Phoebe knew he could feel her heat, her need. Slowly, teasing, he brought his hand inside her, and she bucked with pleasure.

He touched her then, finding her spot, while his mouth ravaged her body. His fingers kept pushing her to the peak, a wave building and building until she was there, her body writhing and twisting underneath him, his weight pinning her, until she reached it, reached the crest and let it wash over her.

She opened her eyes, saw him watching her, his hands lightly stroking her. She saw that he was ready for her, his pants straining. Phoebe sat up, her hair spilling across her shoulders and pulled him towards her, opening his zipper, pulling down his underwear, until he burst free.

She stroked him and his eyelids fluttered as he bent down to kiss her, his knees spreading her apart. His hands moved over her, bringing her back to arousal, as he slid himself into her, testing, gently, as she pulled him towards her, and he thrust into her, the two of them rocking together, the boat bobbing in the waves underneath them as he brought her again to the edge, their rhythm driving them both to the edge. This time Phoebe kept her eyes open, as Chase’s eyes gazed into hers, as they both went closer and closer. Her hands wrapped around his back and when he came, she went with him, both of them tumbling down the sweet sea of pleasure.

Chapter 27

Chase opened his eyes. He was on his back, staring up at the roof of Windsway’s cabin. Phoebe was half next to him, half on top of him, tangled around him. He could smell the flowery scent of her shampoo, the slightly spicy whiff of her perfume. She moved and one of her breasts grazed against his chest, and he felt himself grow hard again.

He ran a hand through her hair, while his other hand trailed down her back. She shivered against him, the movement sending waves of desire over him.

“Wow, babe,” he said, and she turned to him, so he could see her eyes, which looked more green than blue in the light. Above them, he could see that the skylight was less wet and that the dark gray seemed to be giving way to a lighter sky.

Her hand lay on his stomach and he could feel it sliding, stroking.

“So that was good?” He thought he detected a note of satisfaction in her voice.

“Good doesn’t quite do it justice,” he said and was rewarded with a pleased smile. His heart jumped a little at that, and he realized that the thought that he had made her happy, made her feel pleasure, made him happy. It was a new sensation for him. No one had ever complained about his lovemaking. In fact, with most women, he was more concerned about how much he enjoyed himself. But he had a need to please Phoebe, to drink in every bit of her long, lean body, feel her move and cry out with pleasure underneath him, know that it was all because of him.

“The boat’s not moving as much,” Phoebe observed.

Chase squinted through the porthole. “Looks like the storm is passing by. We may even see some sun.” The water was calmer now, and the Windsway barely moved beneath them.

“I guess that means we could go home now,” she said. Her hands were still roaming over his stomach and then they dipped a little lower, and he felt himself ready again, ready to have her, this time to take her slowly, lazily, to watch her carefully, to see her enjoy