Page 60 of Clint & Ivy
“So, I can say whatever I want?”
“Sure, but if you say anything hurtful, I might get sad and pout.”
“But not cry, right?”
“No,” he murmured and joined me on the couch. “I haven’t cried since I was fourteen. When I got really upset and couldn’t settle down, my dad would take me to the batting cages. That usually worked out my feelings.”
“I don’t want to go to the batting cages,” I said and crawled onto his lap and rested my hands on his shoulders. “I need something else to settle me down.”
“Are you upset?”
“Nervous, maybe.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” I said and pressed my lips against his.
My kiss lacked finesse, but Clint didn’t need me to take control. He only wanted a green light. His arms wrapped around me. One hand cupped the back of my head. I was trapped against him, just where I wanted to be.
Clint’s tongue licked at my lips. I opened wider, still getting the hang of so much lust for a real man. We breathed together. My mind swam, and my heart raced. I felt overheated in a scary way, yet I refused to stop.
A knock at the door awoke me from my lusty daze. I broke the kiss and looked at Elle entering the condo.
Noticing where we were and my position on Clint’s lap, she grinned and announced, “Put it back in your pants. I’ve arrived.”
“You’re early,” Clint told Elle while his gaze studied my face.
“No, I’m not. You need to set an alarm if making out destroys your ability to track time.”
Clint grinned at her words, but he kept me planted on his lap. As I kissed her brother, Elle walked around the condo. She eventually took Hanzee out to the courtyard.
Clint sucked at my tongue until I was loose and sort of stunned. He grinned at me and then glanced down between us.
“I’m going to need to deal with this before I go riding.”
Unsure what he meant, I only stared down at his crotch before my brain turned back on. Snorting, I covered my mouth and laughed.
Clint watched me, amused by my reaction. I felt him figuring me out. I doubted most women could spend two days with him without putting out. I wanted to do the same, but I didn’t know how to make that happen.
And what about birth control? Geraldine said I could never have sex, let alone a baby. Her voice nagged at me, warning I would die if I didn’t push away Clint and demand a life of celibacy.
Rather than listen to her, I rested against Clint and hugged him tight.
“Can we kiss more tonight?” I asked as I listened to his strong, steady heart.
“I planned to kiss all over you last night, but you were too tired. Be sure to rest today, so you’ll have the energy to put up with my affections.”
I sat up straight and smiled at Clint. “Have we done second base yet?”
“No,” Clint replied and glanced down at my breasts. “That involves my hands on your chest. My lips, too. Are you ready for that?”
“Do I have to take my shirt off?” I asked, immediately going cold and sliding off his lap.
Clint shifted on the couch, so he faced me. His soulful blue eyes searched my face for something. I felt him tearing past my armor and digging around inside my head.
“I’m shy,” I mumbled.
“It’s okay to be scared.”
