Cursing under her breath, Ivy dug her fingernails into his sides. “Tell me what you want, my wicked darling,” he coaxed, brushing her curls off her neck. Ivy swallowed. “You.” “I’m right here,” he murmured, thumb rubbing under her jaw. “What do you want me to do?” Her ragged inhale was the finest symphony to him. “I… I want…” She licked her lips, letting her eyes drift shut. “You to kiss me.” Silas arched a brow. “Where?” She nearly stumbled into him. “Anywhere. Everywhere. Please—” Fisting a handful of her curls at the back of her head, he tugged, baring her for him.
