Page 66 of Catch Me
Words evade me because a lump forms in my throat. The face on the cover doubles as my vision blurs. I blink away the moisture pooling in my eyes before running my hand over the outline of Beverly Johnson’s face.
“How did you …”
I just gave him the list yesterday.
“I have a connection,” he answers.
Andreas begins running his knuckles up and down my arms as I continue to gaze at the magazine.
“I’ll find them all for you,” he promises after a few beats of silence.
I turn to face him, searching his eyes for answers to the questions whirling inside of me.
“You don’t think it’s weird I have a therapist?” The question comes out before it’s even fully formed in my mind.
He cocks his head to the side. “Why the hell would I think that? Do you know where you are?” He grins.
“At least eighty percent of the people in this city have a therapist,” he comments. “And the other twenty percent definitely need one.”
We both chuckle, and I shake my head.
“I have a panic disorder,” I tell him, my voice low. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a panic attack, but I’m not cured or anything.”
He moves his fingers underneath my chin, lifting my gaze until it meets his. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I shake my head. “Not really. But I thought you should know.”
Why I wanted him to know is a mystery to me.
He leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth. The kiss, although sensual, is also sweet, comforting in a way that I didn’t know I needed.
“Thank you for telling me,” he says, his lips nearly brushing mine.
I glance down at the magazine in my lap. “Thank you for everything.”
I lean in, pressing my lips to his, needing to feel him. Before I can get a hold of myself, I climb into his lap, straddling him. Andreas lets me, pulling me by the hips into his body so I can feel how much he wants me.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for a Hollywood star, but no matter how much I fight it, I don’t think I can stop it.
Andreas
I cup Ivy’s face between my hands and pull away from the kiss. Both of us are breathing heavily.
Her dazed gaze searches mine, confusion wrinkling the space between her eyebrows.
“Inviting you over tonight wasn’t about sex. I wanted you to be here when I got home. I like the idea of you being here, comfortable in my home.”
“Oh,” she says before moving her teeth to her bottom lip.
A groan pushes through my lips.
“And now I want to fuck you, Ivy. For as long as you’ll let me.”
Her breathing, which had started to calm, speeds up again. A vein in her neck pulses, beckoning me to touch her there. When I run my finger along the vein, her body trembles.
“Then fuck me,” she says just above a whisper. Ivy runs a hand over my cheek, down to my shoulder, and over my arm. “I want to know what it’s like to be fucked by Andreas Knight.”
I shake my head. “Townsend.”
