“I couldn’t give a shit what’s normal, Ivy. You fucking drove me crazy from the day I met you, wondering what was hidden under those sweaters of yours. And now that I know, I’m only more addicted. Addicted to everything that makes you who you are.” He kissed me right over my pounding pulse point in my neck. “Especially how long we get to enjoy earning every single one of those orgasms of yours.”
