Page 28 of Clint & Ivy
I was riding high until Clint refused to kiss me. That’s when I realized I might be reading everything wrong.
Before I settled too long on that worry, Clint lifted me on the stool and closed his lips over mine. The kiss was soft yet demanding. I had no choice but to acquiesce to his desire.
And Lord, did it feel great!My body exploded with a startling heat. I never imagined lust could feel this way.
Clint’s hands were in my hair, massaging my scalp and keeping me in place. Gripping his shirt, I felt his heart beating hard against my palm. Lightheaded and craving more, I wrapped my legs around his hips to prevent him from escaping.
His tongue encouraged me to open wider and let him claim me. I moaned loudly into his mouth. Suddenly, I felt Clint pulling away. My wild lust was too unhinged for his tastes. He wanted to be reasonable. I noticed how he was a man who owned his space and remained in control.
When he wanted free, I dug my heels into the foot part of the stool and lifted into a standing position. My hands went to his jaw, holding him in place. I was ready to tackle him to the ground and force more kisses.
Clint finally escaped of my lustful grip and stepped back. “We need to get breakfast.”
“Or we can go upstairs.”
Clint looked at me like I was nuts. Rejection burned deep inside me. Before I could shrink away, Clint suddenly smiled.
“I believe we’ll be together for the rest of our lives,” he said full of affection before adding, “So, maybe put all that heat you’re feeling into neutral for the time being.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m hungry, and we just met. It’ll be just as hot in a few days or weeks.”
“Weeks?” I balked. “Are you religious or something? Is this a fundamentalist biker club?”
Clint chuckled at my questions. He started to speak, seemed to replay my words in his head, and laughed more. Finally, he said, “No, I’m not religious, but I do believe the universe gives us opportunities. That’s why I stopped at that particular gas station despite being close to home. When you believe the universe wants to create order out of chaos, you don’t need to micromanage everything.”
“Of course, I’m glad you stopped when you did,” I said, sighing deeply while sitting on the stool. “Except I worry you’re making these moves because of signs from the universe and not because it’s what you really want. That’s why when you tell me to wait, I feel like you’re having second thoughts.”
Clint studied me with his beautiful eyes. I tried to think straight when they focused on me. It would be so easy to simply follow his lead and let him build a life for me. But I was tired of being treated like a child. I wanted a say in what happened next. I also refused to be a burden on this man.
“Look,” Clint said and brushed his fingers across my cheek, “I know this is all new to you. And there will be a time when you can stand on your own and call the shots, but this isn’t it. Yesterday, you were still with your uncle. Look at how much has changed in such a short amount of time. Now, imagine what you’ll feel like in a week.”
“That’s easy for you to say, but I’ve spent my life waiting for something to happen. Now, I’m faced with new opportunities. Why would I want to be patient?”
Clint stepped closer and kissed me quickly. His hand took mine and rested it against his crotch. Gasping might have been a childish response, but I was shocked by the large size of what I hoped to have inside me.
Despite staring wide-eyed in horror, I couldn’t help smiling. I liked how Clint wanted me to touch him.
“I’ll need to keep an eye on you,” he said and wagged his finger in my face. “Your doe-eyed expressions make me think you’re too sweet for my life. But you’ve got a devious side.”
“I’m not sweet,” I insisted as I stepped down from the stool. “I’m just inexperienced. I want to be like your sister.”
“Not too much,” Clint said and grabbed his keys. “Elle can be a handful, and I don’t want to have to finesse your moods.”
I followed Clint out to the hallway and asked, “Is it possible I’ll be too wild for you?”
Clint chuckled as he pressed the elevator button. “No way are you ‘too’ anything for me. You’ll always be my Goldilocks.”
His words stole my earlier unease. I knew I was coming on strong today. Yesterday was a wild ride. Now, I could choose what path I wanted, and the kind of person I hoped to be.
But the person in my head wasn’t just one woman.She was a wild child and a shy bookworm. She was the life of the party but also a good listener. She loved pink and sparkles while also being drawn to bright and funky colors.
Ivy Humphreys was everything and nothing. Yesterday, I watched Elle and tried to be like her. She blurted out sassy things but also got soft and dreamy when talking about her son.
I was clearly overthinking the situation. Instead, I decided to focus on Clint as we walked to a breakfast buffet restaurant. He announced how he didn’t like to cook or shop.
“If I didn’t have money, I’d need to force myself to overcome those dislikes,” he explained. “As long as I can afford to be lazy and spoiled, I’m sticking with it.”
