Page 38 of Recovering Ivy

Was she crazy?

“Problem for me? No. But I didn’t want you surprised.”

She remained standing next to the bed in silence. What the hell was I supposed to do now? It wasn’t like I had experience with women wandering into my bedroom in the middle of the night, telling me they couldn’t sleep. As a matter of fact, that had never been an issue. If a woman was in my bed, she was either busy or she was drifting to sleep due to exhaustion.

“Tell you what. I’ll go with you back to my room and sit in there until you fall asleep.”

“If you’re sure. I don’t want to…”

“So help me God, if you say put me out one more time I’m bending you over my knee and spanking you,” I cut her off.

She humphed and cocked her hip out. “I was going to say, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “And what do I get to do to you every time you cut me off with an incorrect assumption? Do I get to spank you?”

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and tossed the covers off, uncaring I was completely naked. There was nothing Ivy could say or do that would make me uncomfortable. Actually, that was a lie. If she started talking about feelings and shit, I’d bolt. But this? Being nude? There was nothing uncomfortable about it.

“Ivy, sweetheart, the chance of you ever spanking me is zero. Not my kink.”

Her eyes had homed in on my chest and as hard as she tried not to, they shifted lower before she forced herself to look me in the eye.

“Then what is your kink?”

“Ivy,” I warned. “Let’s get you into bed.”

“What’s wrong? Uncomfortable?” Fuck me running. The woman was calling me out. This was a conversation we should not be having.

The sexy smirk. The damn near see-through tank top. The sass. All of her silky hair piled on top of her head.

I couldn’t take it.

I snapped.

I stepped toward her; she stepped back. We did this several times until her back hit the wall and she had no place to go. With my naked front pressed up against her barely covered one, my hands went to the drywall above her head, and I lowered my mouth to her ear.

“Baby. I tried to warn you. You wanted to push and throw your sexy attitude. You want to know what my kink is?” She shook her head and it fell to the side, giving me access to her neck and collarbone. I bit back a groan and forced myself not to suck and bite the creamy flesh. “This right here is my kink. You breathless. Eager. Anticipating my touch.” I removed my right hand from the wall and grazed my thumb over her puckered nipple. She moaned and arched into my touch. “You hot, wet, and ready to catch fire. I want you trembling with need.” I stopped my gentle trace of her nipple and rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. “I don’t need to tie you to my bed, or cuff you, or even bend you over my knee and pinken that lovely ass to control you.” I gave her nipple a pinch. “The ache in your pussy will be enough. You’ll surrender because your body won’t allow anything else.”

Her tits rose and fell with her rapid breathing and once again, I yearned to be a man worthy of this woman’s affection and loyalty.

But I wasn’t.

I released her nipple and stepped away from Ivy.

“Why are you stopping?” she whispered.

“For a variety of reasons. The most important one is your perception of people, men specifically. I won’t be the asshat that proves you right.”

“What does that even mean?” She looked at me with pleading eyes, and I was finding I was almost powerless against this woman. It was…disconcerting.

“Let me get some clothes on and I’ll take you to bed.” A smile formed on her pretty face. “To sleep.”

“Why won’t you explain?”

“Because it doesn’t matter. Ivy, I’m not the man for you. I’m not the man for anyone. If you think you have issues from your childhood, they don’t hold a candle to how fucked up my head is.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

Fuck. My. Life. That seemed to be the new revolving theme of my life.

“Drop it, Ivy. Let’s get you to bed.” It wasn’t lost on me I was standing in front of her having a conversation I wanted no part of with my dick swinging in the wind. Still rock hard, I might add.