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“You’re crazy.” She giggles and then sighs when I slip my fingers up the hem of the leg of her shorts and graze her most intimate lips. “How do you do this to me when I’m still fully clothed?”
“Talent.” I kiss the small of her back. “I don’t mean to brag, but I’m a dedicated worker. I take my job of making you feel fucking amazing very seriously.”
“Holy shit, Shane.”
“What’s up, Ivie?” I can’t help but grin when she pushes that ass off the bed in the best fucking invitation I’ve ever had.
“Oh my God.” Her hands fist in the bedsheets, and I know she’s close. I haven’t even pushed a finger inside her yet. I’ve only teased.
Her responsiveness is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can’t get enough of her. I want to explore her, to just submerge myself in her for about a year.
And it still wouldn’t be enough.
“You’re almost there,” I murmur and kiss up her spine as my fingers continue playing her like an instrument.
There are no more words coming out of her now. No, it’s just moans and gasps, and when I finally slide a finger through the wetness and inside of her, she bucks and then falls apart.
When she’s finished quaking, I turn her to face me and kiss the hell out of her.
“Small talk is over,” I inform her with a grin and pull my shirt over my head. “Let’s get to the good stuff.”
“Oh. Right. Okay.” She licks her lips. “Let’s get to the good stuff.”
Chapter 13
~Ivie~
“You have to talk to me,” I inform Curt as we sit in the barn, out of breath from sparring.
Shane being gone doesn’t mean I get to be lazy. No, Curt informed me right away that we’d be working out most of the morning, which I don’t mind. It keeps my mind occupied and off the scarier things.
Like men trying to kill me.
“About what?” he asks and takes a sip of water.
“Everything. I don’t know anything about you, and I’ve been beating you up for days.”
“I don’t think you’ve beaten me up,” he says with a frown. “I’ve let you get some punches in. To teach you.”
“Right.” I smirk and take a sip of water and then square my shoulders, determined to crack through his hard shell. “Let me just ask ten questions.”
“That’s a lot of questions,” he says. “A lot.”
“I have a hundred, so it’s not really that much. Deal?”
He sighs and stares at me with guarded eyes. “I reserve the right to say, ‘no comment.’”
“Of course, I’m not a monster.” I toss a sweatshirt over my shoulders to keep from getting chilled. “Okay, first question. What’s your favorite meal to eat for dinner?”
He blinks, surprised. I want to laugh, but I don’t. Does he think I’m going to start with the hard questions first? This isn’t my first rodeo.
“Spaghetti, I guess. Because it’s easy to make. I heat up a jar of sauce and cook some noodles.”
I scrunch up my nose. “Ew. If that’s your favorite, I will blow your mind with my spaghetti. I’ll make it this week. Okay, question two. How old are you?”
“Thirty-four.”
“Wow, you don’t look thirty-four. I would have said late twenties.”
“I feel eighty,” he mutters, only intensifying my curiosity.
“What’s your dream car?”
He grins, a full-on grin, and I’m struck by how handsome he is. I mean, he’s not hotter than Shane, but he’s a good-looking guy.
“1964 ½ Mustang convertible in cherry red.”
I blink at him. “That’s pretty specific. And…old.”
“They’re harder to find than they used to be, but it’s a honey of a car. Purrs like a kitten.”
“I’m going to take your word for it. I was never really a car person. I don’t like to drive.”
He frowns over at me. “You don’t like to drive? Why not?”
“Well, because I’m super clumsy for one. I trip over my own feet. I warned Shane that I wouldn’t be good with a loaded weapon or with sparring because I’d end up killing someone.”
“You just need some confidence,” Curt insists, and it makes me smile because it’s exactly what Shane said. “When you have the confidence in your weapon, and it’s an extension of you, you won’t be clumsy with it.”
“I’m getting better,” I admit with a nod, wanting to keep the conversation moving. This is the most I’ve heard Curt speak since I got here. “But driving unnerves me because what if I don’t see something that I should, or…I don’t know? Anything could happen. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I have a car, but I only drive to work and back home. That’s really it.”
“At least in Denver, there’s a public transpo system.”
“Exactly.” I smile at him. “Are you originally from the city?”
“No. Small town in North Carolina, near the ocean.”
“Oh, nice. I haven’t been to either of the Carolinas, but I hear they’re beautiful.”
