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Chapter Thirteen

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“Come over tonight.”

“Jon?”

“I’ll make you a late dinner.”

“Jon... I already ate.”

“Come over anyway.”

He waited for her response, shifting the phone to his other ear. It’d been nearly a week since he last saw her, and he couldn’t shake her off. She was a damn virus that had infected his mind, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He had to see her again.

“If there’s anything you need to talk about, I believe Lily’s coming to see you on Friday. Maybe I can stop by then, depending on the time.”

He was not waiting four more days to touch her. He didn’t know what the hell had gotten into him, but... no.

“I don’t need to talk about anything, Ivy. I simply want you to come over because I want to see you.”

“Oh.” He heard the phone shuffle around, and he had the image of her hair falling into her face. Which brought up the memory of the way it had plastered against her damp skin when she came hard into his mouth. Again and again. “I... I might have to work.”

Do not fucking lie to me, Ivy. The flower shop was closed, and he’d received word from Max just a short while ago that she’d left Rig’s safely and was done for the night. Fortunately, Nico’s brother had taken the job. Unfortunately, Jon now had to hear all the sickening details of all the fuckups who were leering at her, hoping to leave greasy handprints all over her body. And how could they not want that? Ivy was fucking beautiful.

He clenched his hand around the phone. She deserved so much better. And he knew the more he heard Max’s reports, the tighter his stomach would coil. But the peace of mind that came from knowing she was looked after was worth the pain.

“I’m asking you to please come over, Ivy.” He wasn’t going to call her out on her little untruth. For one thing, how would she react if she knew he was having her watched? He’d probably get a hard kick to the balls. She wouldn’t see it as safety; she’d see it as stalking.

After a long pause, she finally whispered out an, “Okay.”

Jon relaxed when she said she’d leave in a few minutes. He felt better knowing she’d soon be there with him. The desire to have her next to him again was pushing him over the edge. She was a damn volcano he was falling into. He was trying to protect someone who’d fight him tooth and claw over it, and it would probably burn him in the end.

He focused his eyes on the door. Nothing about this situation could end well. Even if he were looking for another to be in his life, it wouldn’t be with a woman who despised his very nature. She’d never accept the real him, and ultimately, that was for the best. After all, she wasn’t his type. Not even close.

But that was the furthest thing from his mind when he heard the knock on the door. The here and now moved front and center, and all he could think about was wrapping his hands in her hair, tasting her lips, hearing her moan.

With no hesitation, he swung it open, pulling her inside and kicking it closed. He hadn’t a clue what clothes covered her body because he could only see the woman underneath. Her eyes widened when he crashed his mouth on hers, not giving her any time to object.

She didn’t even try. She took his kiss willingly, trembling against him. Sweet lips, soft tongue. Fuck, she felt good. He fisted her hair and yanked her head to the side so he could gain access to her neck. She gasped; he’d been harder than intended, and while he didn’t want to frighten her, he didn’t intend to tone it down either. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.

He kissed up and down the taut skin of her throat, and she didn’t push him away or tell him to stop. God, it felt like a lifetime since he’d tasted her skin. Her hair was balled in his hand, and he tugged it harder, taking her mouth once more before moving them to the couch.

Encasing her body with his, she looked both alarmed and aroused as hell. He pressed into her, his erection painfully obvious. Both his hands wove through her hair, gathering up the strands he loved so much. He wanted her to feel him fiercely, didn’t want there to be any question of whose body was on top of her.

“Feel what you fucking do to me, Ivy.” He ground against her, spilling his words into her mouth. “You make my cock so fucking hard.”

He thought he was hurting her until he realized her whimpers were due to pleasure. One hand left her hair and swept down the hot skin underneath her shirt, ripping aside her bra and pinching a nipple. She sucked in a breath, and she began losing the eye contact she’d been trying so hard to maintain.

Her eyelids fluttered when he rolled the nipple between his fingers, twisting harder than he’d had previously. With the one hand still tangled in her curls, he watched her expression change as he gripped and pulled her head back, giving her two areas of heightened sensation to experience. He reveled in her quickening breaths, her flushed face. She was fucking enjoying this.

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