Gathering her in my arms, I press my lips against hers. When she lets out a soft sigh, a shiver of excitement passes through my body.
For the past week, I haven’t done much more than hold her and kiss her. It wasn’t the right time. She needed me to be there for her, to support her and love her—not to pressure her into having sex.
Now, though, in Ivy’s new bakery, with the windows covered in paper and our picnic blanket spread out, the familiar desire is rising inside me again. I take Ivy’s lips in mine, deepening our kiss as I tangle my fingers into her hair.
When Ivy moves to straddle me, I let out a soft groan.
“You’re incredible, Poison.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
I smile, words sticking to my throat.
What I want to tell her is that she’s saved me from myself. She’s saved me from the same demon that claimed her sister. She’s made me realize that I’m incredibly fortunate—not only to be able to walk again, but to be able to give my time and money to people who need it. Whether it’s the kids at the hospital, or the people who will come to Damon’s tour, or Ivy’s new bakery.
She’s incredible, because she’s been selfless and brave and supportive to her sister.
Now, it’s time for me to do the same for her.
29
Ivy
The feeling of Luca’s hands on my body is making my skin tingle. He runs his fingers up under my shirt, sending a trail of sparks flying off my skin. A million tiny lightning bolts follow the movement of his hands, and my heart takes off at full speed.
Even as we kiss, I know I’m going to give myself to him.
Here, on the floor of my new bakery, on a bed of pillows with the Prince of Argyle, I’m going to lose my virginity.
It’s perfect, and it feels like everything I’ve been waiting for.
Luca lets out a low growl, pulling my chest against his. I wrap my arms around his neck and crush my lips against his, feeling the fire ignite in my veins as I think of what I’m about to do. Pulling Luca’s shirt off over his head, I trail my fingers over the ridges and valleys of his muscles. I trace the outline of his pecs, running my fingertips over his collarbone.
The Prince leans against the wall and lets out a soft growl. His fingertips sink into my waist. I start to slowly grind my hips against him.
Sucking my lip between my teeth, I force myself to meet his gaze. The Prince’s eyes are hooded, promising sin and sweetness.
“Poison Ivy,” he breathes. “What are you doing to me?”
“Whatever you want me to,” I whisper. My cheeks flush as soon as the words slip out of my mouth. When did I get so dirty?
The Prince doesn’t mind, though. Quite the opposite. He lets out a moan, picking me up and flipping me onto my back. My head lands on a pillow and I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.
With Luca’s legs nestled between mine, he starts to grind against me. Even the movement of his hips is making my body temperature increase. My heart starts to bounce against my ribcage, doing its best to hammer its way out. Every time Luca touches me, I feel like I’m melting in his hands.
Leaving a trail of kisses down my jaw, the Prince brushes his lips over my collarbone. I shiver, arching my back toward him. His hands work to unbutton my pants as his eyes look up to mine.
Luca arches an eyebrow, and he doesn’t have to speak for me to know what he’s asking.
Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod my head.
“You want to?” he breathes.
I nod. “Yes.”
When he slides his hand into my underwear, we both moan. I buck my hips up to meet his hand, unable to contain my excitement.
Is this how it always is, I wonder? The electricity in the air, the feeling like a spark would set this whole place off?
What’s it like for normal people when they make love?
Do they feel this burning ball of heat in the pit of their stomach?
The need inside me is something I’ve never experienced before. I need to kiss him. Bite him. Touch him. I need to feel his fingers inside me. I need to have his cock in my hand.
All my embarrassment evaporates with the Prince. I’m no longer the inexperienced, virgin girl with the hot sister.