Chapter 9: The Landing

He did not turn on the lights.

His apartment was on the top floor, with the dark lake filling the window.

He shut the door and pushed me against it.

His mouth came down on mine.

It wasn't polite. It was hungry, and it tasted of wine and salt.

I grabbed his shirt in both fists and kissed him back.

"Ten days," he said against my lip. "I've wanted this for ten days."

"You've known me for ten days."

"I've wanted it for every one."

He slid his hands under my dress and found my hips.

I made a sound I had never made in Hugh's bed.

Ivo heard it and went still.

"Again," he said.

I bit his lower lip, right on the old scar, and he groaned.

He lifted me with both hands under my thighs and carried me to the bedroom.

He laid me on the bed and knelt on the floor in front of me.

"You said you wanted my name loud," I whispered.

"I said I'd make you say it."

He pushed my dress up to my waist.

He pulled my underwear down my legs and tossed it behind him.

He lifted my bad ankle and set it over his shoulder, gently, and kissed the inside of my knee.

"This one stays up," he said.

His mouth went up my thigh, slowly, and then there was no more slowly.

He put his tongue on my clit and sucked.

My back arched off the sheets.

"Fuck. Ivo."

"There it is."

He licked me in long, flat strokes, and then in tight circles that made my hips jerk.

I was already so wet that I could hear it.

He pushed two fingers into my pussy, curled them up, and found the place that made my vision white.

"Right there. Please, right there."

"Say my name."

"Ivo, Ivo, Ivo..."

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