“Jesus,” he groaned as Ivy’s come coated his tongue. He pressed tender kisses all around her overly-sensitive clit, tasting her inherent musk and a desire so heady, he didn’t know if he could survive it. And the way Liam was looking at him—damn, it was as if they were making love to each other again. Ward’s cock wept pearls of precome and soaked his jeans. Need yelled at him to strip off his clothes and plunge deep into Ivy’s tight body, but he couldn’t do it yet. She needed more, deserved more, and Ward wanted to be the one to give it to her. He nibbled the juncture of her body where her thigh met her pelvis, and she came off the bed again. He slid his hands down her shapely calves to her ankles and squeezed lightly before hitching her legs over his shoulders. Up the length of her body, he met Liam’s smoldering gaze, then Ivy’s needy, pleading one. “Again, sweetheart. Ride my tongue.”
