Book 1: Echoes Of The Past

Chapter 17 - The Sweetest Sin

Ivy froze. He hadn't noticed her there yet as he had his back turned to close the bathroom door behind himself. He was just wearing a fluffy, white bath towel wrapped around his waist, beads of water trailed down his sculpted back.

Trying not to squeak at the sight of him semi-naked, Ivy floundered not knowing what the hell to do. Once he had shut the bathroom door, Shannon spun around and found Ivy stood there.

"S-Sorry. I did call out your name, but I wasn't sure if you had heard me, so I-I decided to come in. I shouldn't have that's my fault, I'm sorry." She fiddled with her hands. "I-I can go." She started to back away.

"Erm..." Shannon looked down at the towel he was wearing and saw Ivy's eyes follow. Before he saw her cheeks turn crimson and knew that she was blushing.

"I-I just came to ask you f-for some bath towels as there weren't any in the bathroom and I wanted to take a shower."

Shannon swallowed. "N-no, it's OK, I can get you some. H-hang on." He cleared his throat.

Ivy still stood there, transfixed, looking at him, eventually walking over and standing more closely to him.

"What are—" Shannon started.

Ivy looked up at him and saw how his eyes were glowing like embers. She stood on tiptoe and crashed her lips against his. He was caught off guard and staggered backwards slightly, grabbing onto her hips to steady himself.

This caused Ivy to be able to feel him slightly through the bath towel he was wearing as he gradually grew hard beneath the fabric for her.

"I'm sorry." He whispered against her lips becoming embarrassed about things. He was surprised to hear her whisper.

"Don't be," back to him.

Because of this, he then took the chance to deepen the kiss and press his lips harder against Ivy's. She whimpered in response.

He moved his hands down and managed to grab a hold of hers and moved to gradually guide her back against the wall by his bed.

She let out a gasp as she felt the coolness off the wall behind her, come into contact with her back.

Shannon dipped his gaze down and saw that she had her eyes closed and her cheeks were flushed. He took her hands and manoeuvred her arms to pin her hands above her head and trapped her there by pushing his body up against hers.

He saw her eyes flutter open at this sensation, and pulled away briefly from her mouth to search them, questioning. The next thing he knew, was that Ivy had arched her back up away from the wall and her lips sought his out again.

Ivy trailed her tongue along the seam of his lips and he parted them to allow her to slide her tongue into his mouth. It was Shannon's turn to groan this time and he pulled his lips away from hers, causing a questioning look to form on her face.

It wasn't long before his lips made contact with her warm, powder-smelling skin again and he trailed his lips down her neck, round to her throat making a warm fiery trail down the skin there, gently nipping, sucking and licking the delicate skin.

She tilted her head back to give him more access to the skin which lay there and Shannon found her hips kept rocking upwards, grinding against his towel-clad crotch.

Shannon focused his attention on her neck and kissed his way back up it and round to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

"Shannon." Ivy breathed to him. He nipped at her earlobe. "Yes?" He released her arms from above her head.

She instantly moved to wrap an arm around his neck and entangled her fingers into the damp hair at the back of his neck, before gently nipping at his lower lip. It was Shannon's turn to groan this time.