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“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Blake, yes!”
Her fingers grasped desperately at his back. He felt her body tighten around him as he moved faster, harder, into her. Closing his eyes, Blake focused on that feeling. When she came undone a moment later, her desperate cries echoed through the room, bringing on his own release.
His low groan joined hers as he poured into her, surging forward one last time. They were both still trembling and gasping for air when he collapsed onto his side beside her.
Blake’s lungs burned and his arms trembled, but he didn’t care. Whatever the price, it was worth it to make love to Ivy.
After several rounds of lovemaking and naps, Ivy found herself wide awake, her brain spinning. She was staring up at the skylights overhead, watching the stars twinkle in the inky black sky.
Blake was awake, too. He shifted beside her and cleared his throat. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
“What?” Ivy asked.
“I can hear you thinking. Listening to those wheels turning is keeping me awake.”
“Blake??
?? She struggled to voice the thoughts in her head. “What is . . . this?”
Blake’s arms sought her out beneath the blankets and pulled her body against his. “You should be basking in afterglow, not overthinking things.”
“Perhaps,” she admitted. “But I just want to make sure we both know what’s going on.”
She could feel the low rumble of his chuckle against her back. “So what’s going on?”
Ivy squirmed anxiously in his arms. “You and I. You know that this isn’t . . . I mean, it won’t . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“You mean my lovemaking skills are not so stellar as to make you give up your music career and move back to Rosewood to be with me forever?”
Ivy was pretty certain that he was teasing her, but even then, she wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Blake, I . . .”
“Relax. I’m not planning to propose anytime soon, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not,” she said. “It’s just . . . you know that I leave in a week.”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
He wasn’t taking this discussion seriously at all. “And this thing that has developed between us . . .”
“Was a lot of fun until you started overthinking it. Breathe, Ivy. We’re just two people enjoying each other’s company while we can. When you leave . . .”
“You can go back to Lydia.”
“What?” Blake’s sharp voice cut through the darkness. “Not if she was the last woman in Rosewood.” His mock anger was soon drowned out by giggles as his fingertips sought out her sensitive sides and belly. His hands and lips eventually found more interesting territory and giggles were quickly silenced.
Chapter 15
Ivy woke up early the next morning. Quietly slipping from Blake’s bed, she threw on one of his T-shirts before heading downstairs to make coffee.
She normally carried her lyric notebook wherever she went because she never knew when the inspiration for a song might hit, but her notebook didn’t fit in the tiny, fancy purse she’d taken to prom. Finding herself filled with words, Ivy looked around for anything to write on.
Eventually, she found a notepad and pen by the phone. She curled up with a fleece blanket on the couch, where she couldn’t move the pen fast enough to capture the thoughts pouring from her head.
And the best part? The song was good. Really good. She’d written four or five songs since she’d come home. But this one was different. This might be the first one with album potential that met Kevin’s challenge. There was no anger. No bitterness. It was about passion and desire. The physical drive to make someone yours, even if just for the night.
That was the only safe thing to write about after a night like she’d just had. It would be dangerous to lose herself in a romantic fantasy. What kind of real romance only lasted a week?
Putting down the pad of paper, Ivy frowned. The song was good enough, but she was more concerned about the fact that she was on Blake’s couch, wearing his T-shirt, the scent of him still lingering on her skin.
