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“What?”
I heard her swallow. Registered the tilt of her chin. “Rough. They were rough. I’ve never … I’ve never been touched by a man with hands like that.”
Heat roared, a quick snapping fire through my veins, and I had the most insane desire to ask her if she wanted them to touch her more.
“I’m sorry,” I managed, but holy shit was that a lie.
I wasn’t sorry at all. Not if she liked it.
“You shouldn’t be sorry,” she said so very calmly. “I liked it.”
My eyes snapped over to hers. Had I said that last part out loud?
The darkness seemed like a curse, something with malicious intent to keep us from seeing each other clearly.
With each confession falling from her lips, that line between us faded into something flimsy and insubstantial.
I wasn’t even sure the line was still there, but hell if I wasn’t going to make sure.
My whole body was tense, some invisible hand pushing back against my chest so that I didn’t surge forward toward her and slide those hands into her hair, along her face, down the line of her neck and shoulders.
“Did you?” I asked, my voice low and unsteady.
Rough. Forget my hands, my voice was rough. Sounded like I’d chewed rusty nails and tried to spit them back out.
Ivy sucked in a quick breath, her hands fidgeting restlessly in her lap, and after an eternal pause, she started moving carefully. My heart hammered wild and fierce in my chest as she moved to her knees, bringing her closer to me. The skirt fanned out around her, and when some of that white lace covered my leg, I ran my thumb over the edge.
It was so delicate. Refined.
Like her.
This smart girl with beautiful eyes and sharp features who I wanted to devour whole. I wanted to find the soft parts of her and see what her lips tasted like.
Once Ivy settled on her knees, she let out a loaded exhale and picked up my hand. She turned it over, trailing the tips of her fingers along my palm, then the length of my fingers.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered under my breath. I was getting a hard-on from a woman touching my hands. My other hand curled into a fist as Ivy pulled my hand up and settled it along the side of her neck.
Her skin was warm and soft, and my fingers molded instantly to the back of her graceful neck. The golden-blond hair of her ponytail tickled the backs of my fingers.
“There,” she said shakily. “I wanted to feel it there.”
I pressed my thumb, tilting up her chin. “Like this?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered. The movement of her swallow under my palm was like a fucking drug.
Slowly, I shifted my legs straight out, straightened my back where I sat propped against the wall, sliding my palm up, allowing my fingers to coast over her jawline and over those carved cheekbones. Her eyes fluttered shut.
What the hell was happening?
“Ivy,” I said urgently, “I can’t see you very well, so if this is something you want from me, you better make it real clear.”
There was a moment when she froze, and I braced myself for her to pull away. For the inevitable I can’t believe I did this and I’m so sorry to be said out loud.
Except she didn’t.
She hiked up that wedding dress and moved forward on her knees, swinging her leg over my lap, and I said a blasphemous prayer of thanks to whatever cosmic chain of events ended with us here.
“If I didn’t want it, would I be doing this?” she asked, even as she settled her sweet weight over me, and I clutched at her waist to grip her tight to me.
