Brothers of Paradise Series

“Forget all of that with me. You tell me what you want, what you don’t want. No stupid questions.”

“No stupid questions,” she repeats, scooting further back on the bed. She lies back on her elbows, champagne glass in one hand. “In that case, I want you to tell me just how attractive you find me.”

Now I’m smiling. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I set down my glass on the bar. “I’ve thought a lot about the first time I saw you dance,” I confess. “On the square in St. Barts.”

Ivy’s full lips open, my eyes tracking the movement. “You have?”

“Yes. Watching you move… well, the idea that you might be a virgin was the furthest thing from my mind.” She looks away from me, her cheeks flushing. So I keep going. “Not because you were moving lewdly, but because you had complete control over your body. Knew every angle, every curve. And you looked so comfortable inside your skin that I wanted to be inside yours.”

Her eyes snap back to mine, and then very deliberately, she sets down her glass of champagne on the bedside table. “You were so arrogant,” she says. “From the beginning, you were so arrogant, and it annoyed me so much… but I’d never been more intrigued by someone.”

“The sound of your orgasm the other night, Ivy? Best thing I’ve ever heard.”

She swallows. Looks at me. I look at her.

Then I reach for the buttons on my shirt and start undoing them one after the other, loving the way her eyes make me feel. It’s heady, this. “We have all night,” I say. “Getting used to each other won’t hurt.”

Her eyes trail down my chest, my abs, and every hour I’ve ever spent in the gym is worth it in that moment, just to have her gaze taking me in. Every drop of sweat and every early morning.

“Good idea,” she breathes.

I let the shirt drop. “We touched each other the other night, but we didn’t see.”

“No, we didn’t.” She scoots to the edge of the bed and pulls me closer, tugs me down beside her. Her hands are soft and warm on my body, exploring. I reach out and wrap an arm around her waist, letting her.

She runs her nails over my chest. It’s perhaps the most innocent touch, and yet it sets my blood racing.

I kiss her then, slow and soft. She’s the one who deepens it and I follow along, because tonight is about her pace-I repeat that in my head, over and over, even as I feel her hike a leg up around my hip.

“This dress is pretty tight,” she whispers.

“Want me to undo the zipper?”

She nods, pushing her hair out of the way. The zipper goes all the way down to her low back and the dress splits as I pull, revealing soft, tanned skin. She has two dimples on her low back, right above the edge of her panties.

My nerves feel electrified, like my body is preparing for a fight with itself. Patience, Rhys. Not a wrong move here.

It has been years since I’d slept with a virgin last, and even then I’d been… what, nineteen? An age ago. I’m a better man now, a better lover.

And I’ll try to use all of that experience with Ivy.

She shimmies out of her dress, settling down beside me in her panties and bra. A smile tugs at her lips.

“What?” I ask, bending to run mine across her neck. Soft, fragrant skin.

“I was just thinking,” she murmurs, her hand disappearing in my hair. “That the first shoot we ever did was bikini.”

“Very true.” I linger at her collarbone, smiling against her skin when I hear her swallow thickly. My hand traces patterns on her hip. “Were you nervous about that?”

“Of course I was. I can’t think of a model, not to mention a woman, who wouldn’t be.”

“You fooled me.” I kiss my way down to the soft, swelling curves of her breasts, hidden from me by the black lace of her bra. “You’re so beautiful, Ivy,” I tell her. Women are always worried about something being too big or too small, and I’ve never figured out why, when they’re so perfect. But I know it’s not to be ignored. “You take my breath away.”

She bites her lip, but there’s no hiding the smile on her face. “Better than a wildebeest?”

I grin back at her, the joke so unexpected and so Ivy. “Infinitely,” I assure her, “but don’t tell anyone.”

“Ruin your reputation?”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll take it to my grave,” she murmurs, and with her eyes locked on mine, she reaches back and undoes her bra. I slide it off her arms and peel it away from her skin, groaning at the revelation.

Her breasts look exactly like I’d imagined them in the Jeep.

Soft but firm, rosy nipples, inviting and supple. Ivy laughs breathlessly as I kiss away, my mouth racing across the expanse of skin.

“Nothing new,” she murmurs.

“I couldn’t see before,” I mutter, closing my mouth around a nipple. It hardens in my mouth, and so would I, if I hadn’t already been rock-hard.

Ivy’s nails rake softly through my scalp. Again, I think. Do that again.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She does, and this time she mewls softly when I add my teeth to her nipple, gently worrying it back and forth. “I never knew it could feel like that,” she whispers.

I switch nipples, raising an eyebrow at her. “You don’t touch them while you fuck yourself?”

A breath escapes her. “Wow, Rhys…”

“What else should I call it?” I ask, grinning as I rise up on my arms. “And don’t think I haven’t imagined how you’d look, working with that vibrator you have.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, her hair spreading out around her. “Why are we discussing my habits?”

“Because they’re important.” I kiss her, reveling in her sweetness. “Because they turn me the fuck on.”

Ivy shivers, pulling me down flush against her, her nipples hard against my chest. “I like turning you on.”

“Well, you’re very good at it.”

“That’s what I want to explore.” She spreads her legs, the movement settling me more firmly against her. Intended or not, my aching cock is now resting right between her legs, separated only by a few layers of fabric.

Ivy draws in a breath at the contact. “Yes,” she says. “That’s what I really, really really want to explore.”

Well, I’m not about to argue with that.