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My hands hold her face gently while I devour her mouth, enjoying the soft mewling sounds coming from her. One hand slips down to her belly, rubbing my thumb back and forth across the strip of silky skin.
Ivy gasps and pushes me away. She’s gasping, and her eyes are wide with shock, yet dark with desire. “Stone,” she growls, but it’s not the sexy growl from a few moments ago. Oh no. Now, she’s pissed.
“Ivy.”
“No!” She points at me, eyes blazing furiously. “Don’t you Ivy me. Why did you kiss me?”
My mouth opens and closes. “Why do you think? Cheezus fuck, girl. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I set eyes on you. Damn, I’m sorry.”
“No! Shut up, please.” She’s clutching her head as if a headache is coming on. “We can’t kiss, Stone. I’m with Gray, and if you can’t respect that, then we can’t be friends.” Her gaze meets mine and holds it for several long, awkward moments, daring me to look away.
I refuse to look away. I want her to see down to my soul. I want her to see how much I want her. Even if I can’t do a fucking thing about it. “I’ll take you any way I can get you, Ivy.”
Something like relief flashes in her eyes, and her shoulders lose some of the tension holding them up by her ears. “Okay. Good. Great.”
“Right.” And now things are awkward as fuck. “I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry.”
“Thanks,” she answers in a soft whisper that echoes in the cool night air. “We should probably get back to the ranch.”
I smile. “We’re on the ranch.”
“Don’t be a smartass, Stone. Take me back to the bunkhouse, please.”
I nod, and we walk back to the bike in silence. But when the engine roars, Ivy snuggles close, and I swear she pulls me even closer.
I take my time on the ride home, savoring these moments because I have a feeling she’s going to avoid me again for a few days.
Back at the bunkhouse, Ivy slides off the bike and hands me her helmet. “Thank you for tonight, Stone. Mostly.”
“Are we good?”
She nods, a sad smile on her face. “Yeah, Stone, we’re good. Good night.”
I nod and watch her walk into the bunkhouse. I want to feel bad about that kiss. It shouldn’t have done it, not to her and not to Gray, but I don’t regret it, and I can’t take it back.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Ivy
Damn Stone. Damn him straight to hell. It’s been three days, and I can’t stop thinking about that hot as fuck kiss under the starry Texas night. Why did he have to kiss me? And why on God’s green Earth did the kiss have to be so fucking good?
Even now, my lips tingle with the memory of his touch. His kiss gave me everything I wanted before I even knew I wanted it. I try to cut off thoughts and memories of that kiss every few seconds, but I can’t.
It was everything a kiss is supposed to be. It was hot and intense. There was a rawness to it that spoke of naked need, of endless desire. It spoke of sweaty sex, the kind so hot that the scent lingers in the air.
“Dammit!” How in the hell am I supposed to close my eyes and press my lips to Gray’s without thinking about Stone and that fucking kiss? I’m not sure, and that makes me feel like shit. Gray is a good man. He’s eager and attentive and deserves my undivided attention, but I can’t deny what is.
Why? Why did Stone have to go and kiss me?
And why did I want it?
I’m frustrated as I get ready for work. There’s a big party tonight, and my shift starts earlier than normal. I’m both mentally and sexually frustrated, but I refuse to do anything to take the edge off. No, this frustration is my punishment, at least for as long as I can stand it.
“Stop,” I tell myself as I slip into my red boots and step back as far as I can to view myself in the half mirror of the bunkhouse bathroom. The white eyelet dress hits just above my knees, so I have a lot of leg on display, even though I’ll be behind the bar most of the night.
The sweetheart neckline shows off enough cleavage, and the thick straps will keep me cool as the club swells with people.
