Page 87 of Jump on Three

The sudden awareness of heat pooling in my core had my eyes springing open. “Oh.”

Ivan lifted his head from my chest. “Do you want me to stop?”

My eyes went wide, taking in his swollen, wet lips and wild hair. I had done that to him—made his hair messy with my fingers and kissed his lips until they were red. The heat in my core intensified to the point I had to rub my legs together for the smallest hint of relief.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

His gaze darkened, and his nose dropped to mine. “Yeah? Do you want me to stop or help you with that?”

“How would you help?”

“I would put my hand between your legs and rub your clit until you orgasm.”

“Through my pants?” I asked.

“We can try it that way.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think I would like fabric rubbing me there.”

His palm glided down my stomach, stopping when his fingertips hit the waistband of my sweats. “I can put my hand inside if you want. I would be pleased as hell if you wanted me to.”

“Yes.” I nodded vigorously. “Yes, I want you to do that.”

So he did.

With my guidance, Ivan dipped his hand inside my pants and underwear. I gasped as he went lower and lower until he was cupping me. A shudder ran through me, and he stopped, looking at me, checking in.

“Your hands are huge,” I whispered.

His chuckle was more intense than humorous. “They are. That means I can touch more of you all at once.”

“Then why aren’t you doing that?” I raised my hips and spread my legs as much as my sweats would allow, encouraging him to help with the ache building in my core.

“Impatient little angel,” he cooed, his thundering voice sending more sparks along my skin. “I’ll take care of you.”

He carefully explored my wet folds with his long fingers, teasing my entrance but never breaching. Spreading me with two fingers. Rubbing me from top to bottom. And finally, finally, rolling my clit under the pad of his finger.

“You feel perfect, angel. So wet for me. One day, when we are ready, I will put my mouth here and taste you. Would you want that?”

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “One day.”

Soon, I hoped. I wanted to know what that would be like. The idea of Ivan kissing me between my legs made my skin heat and my head spin a little.

“I can wait, but I will be thinking of it as often as I think of you.”

“How often?”

“Every day, Evelyn. Your beautiful face occupies my thoughts. Now, I’ll add your pretty tits and sweet little cunt.”

I clung to his neck, grabbing onto every word. He wasn’t the first person to touch me, but he might as well have been. This was nothing like those fumbling, careless times. Ivan went slow, watching my reactions. His gaze never left my face, even when I had to look away from him because it was all too much. I felt him watching me.

My stomach tightened, tightened, tightened until it was either going to implode or let this happen. I would have told Ivan I was going to come, but I couldn’t seem to use my mouth for speaking. He must have felt it anyway. He worked me a little harder, a touch faster.

That was all it took. My spine arched with pleasure as the knot inside my belly burst into ribbons, springing out of me in the form of high, breathy moans originating from somewhere foreign to me.

Ivan grunted with me, thrusting his hips against the top of my outer thigh in the tender spot where I dug my fingers. I was sensitive there. If I concentrated and used my imagination, I could feel him throbbing, weeping, aching.

“Fuck, I think…I think…I’m going to come.”