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"No, I've got it. Just go somewhere else and I'll come find you when I'm dressed. I wouldn't want to hurt your delicate senses with my panties that are covering more than most bathing suits in this town."
I step away, or I try to, but he doesn't let me go. "You're a tease, Ivy."
"Fuck you." I may be a little extra sensitive about him thinking that after what happened today and the word was out of my mouth before I could think better of it.
"And you have a dirty mouth." His hand plows into my hair. He uses the strands to turn my head so he can kiss me again. A secret part of me thrills when our lips meet but another is hearing everything my agent and tons of other people said to me about being just another person on his long list.
I give myself a second to enjoy his soft lips on mine before I sink my teeth into the plump flesh of his bottom lip. I don't do it hard because I don't really want to cause him pain - or to stop kissing me.
His hand lands on my ass hard causing me to let go of his lip. He falls back on the bed taking me with him and before I know what is going on he has me flipped over so that he is over me. Fuck, he feels good. I have to remember to keep my distance but his mouth on mine, his tongue fucking into my mouth and how fucking good having his hips fit in between my thighs is making me forget why this is not a good thing.
"We have to stop." He pulls his mouth away from me to mutter like he's telling himself that we can't go any further. I think that is my line if it is anyone’s.
I should be grateful that he stopped and that he wasn't as affected by the kiss as I was but it fucking sucks that it didn't affect him like it did me. I should keep my mouth shut and just be happy he can back off and not feel anything after having his tongue down someone's throat but I've never been good at keeping things to myself. "Now who's the tease?"
I can tell as soon as the words leave my mouth that they were the wrong thing to say to him to get him to let me go. He looks away from me for a second before looking back with narrowed eyes. He has my mouth under his again and this time it is full-on Wes. It isn't a kiss that someone puts on or fakes for the camera. This kiss is panty melting and breath-stealing.
This is the type of kiss I don't think I have the right amount of education for. It mimics what he would do to other parts of my body if I let him. It sweeps me away taking all the good sense I might have had with it. It's hot and wet and hard and leaves me panting for more when he lets me up for air.
He shifts so that he is beside of me and I start to close my legs but his hand on the inside of my thigh stops me. He doesn't break the kiss as his hand travels up to the center of my panties. When his fingers deftly swipe at me I have to pull my mouth away from his to gasp for breath.
"What the hell? You...," he shushes me.
"Don't tell me to stop just yet. Let me make you feel good. Let me show you how good it can feel between us."
Indecision must show on my face because his hand doesn't move. He's waiting for me to tell him to go on. Oh shit, he's actually going to make me choose to stop this or take what he is offering me. I tuck my lips in between my teeth so I don't just automatically shout for him to keep going.
"I don't want you to think I'm after something or trying to get anything from you. I don't know if this is a good idea, Wes." His lips stop me from going any further.
"I know you aren't like that, Ivy. I'm fucking sorry I ever thought you were. I realize to you this means something, it's special."
But not to him. It's special to me but not to him.
I really am a fool. I press my hand against his chest and he backs up. Both of us are breathing hard but I think both of us are finally coming back to our senses too. I scoot off the bed and make my way to the door without saying a word. Before I leave I turn back and see that Wes is still looking at me.
"I want someone that it's special for too." I give him one more self-deprecating smile before I turn and leave. Back to my room in his house, back to normal, back to my own world where girls like me, who want things to matter, don't get with men like him.
Chapter Eight
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Wes
After that night, the night I had what I wanted in my hands and let it slip away, I don't see much of Ivy. She is working on nighttime shots on the television show and even though we've shown up together at a movie premiere I had done some work for the soundtrack on she had to meet me there. The next day rumors filled the fucking tabloids about how we were breaking up, how our relationship was falling apart, how she was staying busy so she didn't have to think about us or what was going wrong.
The last felt a little too close to home for me to ignore. I made damned sure that I was here when she got home tonight. She seems exhausted and I make a mental note to ask Vin to schedule her a break soon.
"Tough day?"
She jumps before turning to look at me, which is an improvement over the last couple of days.
"Yeah. I don't think I will have to do any more night scenes though. It was a productive day even if it was hard." This is about the whole of our conversation with one another now. She talks about work and I spend the time kicking my own ass for making her think she wasn't important to me.
"You want something to eat?" I hear her belly grumble at the mention of food before she can tell me no.
She laughs and a blush hits her cheeks, "Uh, yeah, sure that sounds really good. I didn't eat very much today."
I know. I have her bodyguard do daily check-ins with me and she told me Ivy wasn't crazy about anything on the craft table.
