Your Ivy Grows

Chapter 13

Whatever I was about to say to Barnes escapes me as soon as I feel his lips connect with mine. Push him away, that's what I should do, what the logical part of my brain is screaming at me to do. I should push him back and scold him for being so brazen and presumptuous. But I lose all common sense when he's around. And I can't listen to logic when he's pressing his body against mine. Not when I'm feeling something I haven't felt in years, something only he seems to bring out of me; desire. It's flooding through me, chasing away all rational thought.

Rather than push him away like I know I should, I feel my hand come up to the back of his neck. Threading my fingers into his hair so I can get a firm grip and pull him closer. He coaxes my mouth open and slips his tongue inside. It feels like an electric spark jolts from my tongue through my body and down between my legs. Right down to where I ache so completely that I can barely think of anything else. His tongue tastes of whiskey, and I can't help how I instinctively suck on it, wanting to taste more of him. A throaty groan leaves his mouth, vibrating through me. It might be the sexiest sound I've ever heard someone make. And I want to do anything that will get him to make it again.

He presses himself against me, bringing his hand down and running it up my bare thigh. A shiver runs through me at the feel of his rough fingers against my soft skin. Gripping the back of my thigh, he hoists it up and I hook it around his hip. Taking advantage of my now open legs, he moves between them. When I feel his hardened length pressing against me, I can't contain the moan that slips from my lips. I can feel him smirking against my lips, as if to say, see, you do want me. Ever the smug bastard. As if I don't currently have the evidence of how much he wants me pressing against my stomach.

His mouth leaves mine just as I'm feeling almost high off the taste of him. He kisses his way down my jaw, licking and nibbling at my skin. I feel his metal hand brush against my shoulder before he pushes down one strap of my dress. I quickly remove my arm from the other, letting the dress fall down my body and pool at my waist. He continues his journey downwards, moving from my neck to my exposed breasts, his mouth, tongue and teeth teasing at my skin as he goes.

He was right before, there's no hiding how hard my nipples are. No denying how desperate I am for him to touch me. And he does. His right hand coming up to palm one while his mouth finds the other. My back arches, my head falling back against the door as I'm lost in how good this feels. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he sucks it gently at first before pulling on it enough to make me moan and grip harder at his hair.

Without warning, he pulls away from me, my leg dropping from his waist as he steps back. Disappointment overwhelms me, my face heating with embarrassment. I'm sure he's going to leave me standing here like this to prove a point. And I have to clench my jaw shut to stop myself from begging him to keep touching me, to not stop. I'm not ready to leave this room and go back to reality.

When his hand reaches for the door handle, I try not to show how I'm feeling. But he doesn't open it, he locks it. Then his attention is right back where I want it - on me. I'm glad I didn't put the main lights on now. This is easier in the dark. His hands reach for me once again, grabbing my dress and helping to ease it down over my hips and ass. It falls to the floor and I step out of it, kicking it to the side. Not caring if I ruin it. All I'm left in is a black lace thong and my ridiculous high heels.

I can't stand his eyes roving over me, not when I can't figure out what he's thinking. Does he like what he sees? Or is he regretting this, wishing he'd never followed me in here? I grab at his suit jacket, pulling him to me so I can kiss him again. I'm terrified that at any moment he's going to stop, that he'll walk out of here and not look back. But there's an ache building in me I know only he can satisfy. I can feel how soaked I am, how ready I am. He could slide inside me so easily, it's all I can think about. God, why is he still fully clothed?