She arched her back, offering him more. "Winn…" she moaned, breathless, her nails scraping down his shoulders.
He lifted his head, eyes locking with hers. "I'm going to save your ass," he said, "for our wedding night."
Ivy's lips curved into a lazy, wicked smile. "You can have all of me anytime you want, babe," she murmured, tracing a finger along his jaw.
Winn groaned at that. He dropped his head again, capturing both her breasts in his large hands, pressing them together before sucking on both nipples at once. The sensation made her cry out, her hips jerking off the bed, her fingers clutching his hair. He laughed against her, the sound vibrating through her chest, and then he doubled down — alternating between soft kisses and hard sucks until she was shaking, gasping for air.
When he finally lifted his head, her body was flushed, her skin glistening. Then, wordlessly, he pushed up to unbuckle his pants.
