several times. He stared, twitched his heavy backside, then lunged after it.
Hurrying back to Corbin, Ivey grabbed his hand. “Come on.” All but hauling him down the hall, she drew him into her bedroom and closed the door.
Trying not to grin, Corbin asked, “In a hurry?”
“Of course I am.” She stared at him with a frown. “Aren’t you?”
There couldn’t be another woman like Ivey Anders. “Yes.” He closed the space between them. “I’ve wanted you from the first minute we met.”
“Same.” She slid her hands under the hem of his shirt, then up and over his chest. “I knew you would feel like this.”
The touch of her small, capable hands ignited him. “Like what?”
“Perfect.” Going on tiptoe, she pressed the shirt up until she bared much of his chest.
She brushed her lips over his heated skin and Corbin burned even more. To make it easier for her, he jerked the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
“Mmm,” she responded. “You are absolutely delicious.”
Choking on a laugh, Corbin fingered the hem of her shirt. “How about we have some equity here?”
She flicked her gaze up to his. “I probably should since I went to the trouble of digging out my prettiest underthings.”
“Tease.” He kissed her thoroughly, his hands in the bouncing mass of her hair, and when she melted a little, he stroked a hand over her waist, under her shirt and around to the small of her back. “You have the softest skin.”
Eyes closed, head tipped back, she asked, “Compared to what?”
With another soft laugh, Corbin kissed her throat and eased the shirt up. He could just imagine what she’d say if he told her again how good she smelled, or how her deeper breathing affected him. Wanting her naked, needing to touch her all over, he pulled her shirt up and off.
The bra she’d bragged about was pale pink lace, sheer enough to expose her already tightened nipples. He levered back to look at her. Her shorts rode low on her hips—and what gorgeous hips they were. Generously rounded, they provided a nice contrast to her smaller waistline.
Without him asking, she pushed down the shorts and stepped free. Striking a pose, she said, “See? All matchy-match.”
He wanted to joke with her, but he couldn’t. He was too turned on.
“Your turn,” she prompted. “Equity and all that.”
“Yeah, no problem.” With haste, he toed off his sneakers, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, then pushed them carefully past his erection. No sooner had he tossed them to the end of the bed—where the condom in his pocket would be handy—than Ivey was against him, kissing him hungrily, her hands on his rear.
Okay, then.
Taking her boldness as an invitation, he paid her back in kind, opening his broad hands over her lush backside, pulling her in close against him. They both groaned softly at the contact.
He was kissing her, losing himself a little, when suddenly her bra loosened. Looking at her, he realized she’d been busy, reaching back with one hand to open the closure so that the bra cups slipped.
She licked her lips and, watching his face, shrugged the straps over her shoulders and let it drop between them.
Overwhelmed with her honest need, he brought a hand around to her left breast, caressing her, weighing her in his palm. “You are so beautiful.”
“My boobs?”
No, she wouldn’t get a laugh from him this time. “All of you, Ivey. Every single inch.” He moved his thumb over her nipple. “I’ve never wanted another woman as much as I want you.”
She drew in a shuddering breath...and skimmed out of her panties.
He should slow her down, but he couldn’t. Not this time. Later, he’d show her how satisfying it would be to savor their time together, but now he wanted her too much.
He removed his boxers, then moved with her to the bed. With every touch and kiss, in the back of his mind he knew this was stolen time. Their moments together would be limited, and he didn’t know how he could survive that. Not when everything about her was so perfect.
As he bent to her nipple, first to lick and then to suck, she made a low, rough sound. Hours. He wanted hours to do just this. Enough time to show her...what?
That they were meant to be?
It sure felt that way to him. Yes, he was rushing things, but so what? Already he felt like Ivey was an integral part of his life. The easy part, when everything else felt so damned complicated.
She