The Understatement of the Year (The Ivy Years, #3)

by Sarina Bowen

When he walked into a room, I felt him, like a change in the air pressure.

I wanted his friendship, and then I wanted him to reach for me at the end of the night.

The size of him was a real turn-on. Hell. Everything about him was a real turn-on. The more we kissed, the harder I got.

Groaning with anticipation, he began to stroke me. I wanted him on me, around me. In me. Right where he belonged.