Did Nathan really want it tonight?
Ivy suddenly leaned in and kissed his thin lips.
Nathan looked at her, then quickly pressed down, capturing her flushed lips in a deep kiss.
Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck and responded, gentle but eager, meeting his kiss without holding back.
They had never kissed this long before. Just kissing, nothing else.
Ivy felt weak all over, as if her body had melted.
Nathan lowered his face into the curve of her neck and began kissing her hair.
Ivy's hands slid upward. Careful but bold, she cradled his head and threaded her fingers through his neat, short hair. She gave it a little tug and suddenly laughed.
Nathan's voice turned rough. "That funny?"
He had already noticed what she was doing.
Ivy was genuinely happy, acting playful and sly like a mischievous kid. "A little."
Nathan gave her a look, then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "Go to sleep."
As he spoke, he started to get up.
"Where are you going?" Ivy asked.
Nathan said, "To take a cold shower."
Ivy grabbed his pajama top. "You're not going."
Nathan lay back down. "I can't even take a cold shower?"
Ivy rolled over and burrowed into his arms. His body was burning hot, like a furnace. She kissed his handsome face and slipped her hand under his pajama top.
His muscles were firm and defined, lean in a way that looked effortlessly stylish. She really liked them.
Nathan caught her hand. "Don't tease me."
Ivy shook his hand off and shifted, straddling his waist. Now, she was on top.

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