By the time he was knocking on Ivy’s door, he was a good forty minutes behind schedule.
She answered the door wearing very little lace and nothing else. He could see the dusky peaks of her breasts through the material, even the indention of her navel and the downy curls beneath. His stomach muscles tightened. His cock filled and pressed against the fly of his jeans.
“I thought you changed your mind.” Her smile said otherwise. “I was just about to climb into bed.”
“Then I’m just in time.” He stepped over the threshold, into her personal space, and felt her thighs brush against his legs. It did crazy things to his pulse. “Damn,” he said, “I can’t get enough of you.”
“So why are your frowning,” she asked. She rolled onto her toes, pressing her soft curves against his torso, and smoothed her fingers over the creases in his forehead. “You know I’m a pretty sure thing, soldier.”
He held up the bag. The warm, yeasty aroma of the bread and the sweet onion from the omelettes drifted around them. Ivy fell to her heels and pressed a hand to her stomach, which growled in anticipation.
“I am hungry,” she laughed. “And that smells heavenly.”
“So do you.” He loved the citrusy smell of her shampoo, the way it mixed with her warm, female scent. He lowered his face to the slope of her neck and ran his lips over the tendon there, all the way up to her ear. “You taste even better,” he murmured. His cock throbbed and he pulled her hips to his, hoping the soft pressure of her belly would ease some of his pain. But that plan failed miserably when she undulated against him. His hand spread over the lace barely covering her ass and he dipped his fingers easily into her sweet apex. She was just warming up. He circled her clit and thought about how easy it would be to open his fly and slide right into her.
But then her stomach protested again and Jake stepped back, wondering where the super human strength came from. His hands capped her slim shoulders and he said, “I’m going to feed you first.” Even if it killed him. He picked the bag up from the floor, not remembering when he’d dropped it. Of course, he’d be hard pressed to remember his own name at this point. He strode to the small table next to the bay window and began removing Styrofoam containers of food. Ivy came up behind him, didn’t stop until her body was flush against his back, and slid her hands down his legs. She caressed upward, trailing her nails over the inside of his thighs, until she palmed his pulsing cock and gave it a teasing squeeze.
“Ivy, honey.” He placed a hand over hers to stop her. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was fourteen.” He turned, but kept a few inches between them. “It wasn’t pretty then. It’d be even worse now.”
She chuckled but drew back her hands and placed them on her hips. “Okay, so feed me, Jake. But then I’m going to return the favor,” she enticed, her voice sultry and full of meaning.
The image of her over him, her sweet body swaying above his mouth and her taste so thoroughly on his lips, spun out in front of him. It made his whole body clench and he nearly dropped the container he was holding. Ivy watched his reaction. Her eyes flared with awareness. Damn, he would like to have her again like that. Know nothing else of the world except her taste, her smell, the cries that bottled in her throat and escaped with his name on her lips.
He popped a grape from the vine and offered it to her. When she opened to take it, she dragged her teeth over his fingers. Their eyes locked and held as she chewed and then swallowed the fruit. She took his hand and wrapped her tongue around his finger as she reached for his erection, straining against the zipper of his jeans. She gave it a firm caress that shuddered through his body.
“You are so damn hot,” he said. “I’ve never needed as much as I need you.”
“I ache for you, Jake,” she murmured. “And no one else will do.”
She popped the button on his jeans.
“Food,” he reminded her.
“You’re all I need.” She lowered the zipper over his erection.
Jake pulled a squared piece of cantaloupe from the container and pressed it against her lips. She