Her Heart's Desire - Page 41
She was nodding and saying yes at the same time.
“What do you want me to do next?”
“Touch me—there.”
Slowly, Ivan eased his hand down the front of her pants. When he touched her, she was more than ready for him. He teased her flesh with his fingers.
“Ivan.” Tiffany writhed on the bed. “Please,” she begged.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what makes you hot.”
“You do,” she rasped out.
“Yeah? What about now?” he asked, teasing her with a practiced hand.
“Yes.” She raised her hips up off the bed to meet his hand.
Ivan rocked her then—up the precipice, right to the edge and then barreling over the side of it. Tiffany’s hands clamped down on his hand to hold it in place. She shook violently against him as he coaxed her to delights that she had only dreamed about. Tiffany called his name repeatedly as tiny electrons fired simultaneously throughout her body. Eventually they subsided, but she was still shaking from the intensity of it.
He kissed her then with infinite tenderness and a promise of more physical delights to come.
“That was incredible,” she panted. “You really are an Army of One.”
Ivan kissed the bridge of her nose. When she recovered, she pulled him in for a long, lingering kiss.
“I liked that,” he said thickly.
“There’s much, much more where that came from,” Tiffany assured him.
He wore a boyish grin, and he smoothed his hand up her rib cage. “Is that so?”
Before she could answer, Ivan’s cell phone rang in his pocket.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he complained, before kissing her soundly. “Give me a minute, Tiff.”
He eased off her and sat up on the bed to answer his phone. “Mangum,” he said tersely.
Tiffany listened with growing disappointment. She sat up. It seemed they would not be finishing what they’d started.
Ivan hung up the phone. “I’m sorry, baby. Something’s come up at work that I have to deal with.”
“It’s okay,” she told him. “Go.”
He studied her face. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”
She loved when he called her that. It was new, and she liked it. Almost as much as the explosive orgasm he’d just given her. “Yes.” She smiled. “I’m sure. I’m just sorry it was before I could…return the favor.”
He bent down to kiss her neck. “I’m not going anywhere, Tiffany. I’ll be more than happy to take a rain check.” He grinned wickedly. “If it’s not too late, I’ll call you.”
“You’d better call me when you get home—no matter what.”
“Ah, yes, you take your job seriously.”
“You bet I do.”
“I’ll call you shortly,” he promised.
Ivan helped Tiffany off the bed. She zipped her pants back up. Her blouse was still askew, but she didn’t bother to fix it. When she turned around, Tiffany gave him a sultry look.
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