Chasing Ivy (Oak Hill 1)

Ivy rolled her eyes as a grin stretched along her cheeks.

“Seriously, though. How can you eat all of that?!”

I smiled again. “That’s what—”

Ivy’s cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink. “Stop it, Dawson!” Then she laughed.

I laughed, too, shoving more cereal in my mouth.

“How long have you been sitting there staring at me while munching on cereal?”

I shrugged. Not long enough.

“Long enough for me to attest that you don’t snore.”

Ivy snorted. “You do.”

I pulled back, angling my torso towards her.

She rolled her eyes again. “Well, you used to.”

Chuckling, I put my (mixing) bowl up to my mouth and gulped the leftover milk from my cereal. I slowly lowered it, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, and flashed her a smile.

“I don’t snore anymore.”

She snickered. “That you know of.”

Changing the subject, I got up from the couch (now thankful that my Viagra lookalike erection had finally cowed) and jumped up and down on the balls of my feet a few times. “So, what’s the plan for today?”

Ivy scanned her eyes down my naked torso, all the way down to my bare feet poking out from under my Nike sweats. She gulped and, on the inside, I smiled naughtily...until that little voice in the back of my mind whispered, Breanna.

Right. Behave, if only for a few more days, Dawson. You can do it.

I made a mental note to take an ice cold shower before spending anymore alone time with Ivy – that would surely take the edge off, right?

When was the last time I’d had sex?

Oh, that’s right. The night Ivy blew into town and rocked me from the inside out.

Her voice shook me straight. “I’m not sure. I don’t work on Saturdays and Becca hasn’t tried to drag me out, yet, so I guess I’m free.”

The wheels in my head only spun for about three seconds before I knew what we were going to be doing today.

“Wanna take a drive?...”

Ivy’s face brightened. “Like old times?”

I nodded slowly, clasping my hands together to steeple them. “And do I have a surprise for you…”

Ivy hopped up off the couch, adjusting her black leggings so they were straight on her body. My eyes drove into her chest, only for a second and out of simple reaction, but she noticed.

I heard a small breath before I snapped my eyes back up to her face. Desire filled her green irises and I knew instantly that I hadn’t imagined all the signals pouring off her body.

She was definitely into me, too.

Ivy quickly went into action, bending down and grabbing her light grey, cotton jacket off the floor, slipping her arms inside the sleeves gingerly. Once she had her jacket zipped up, she cleared her throat, bringing her attention back up to mine.

Reality must have hit her because the desire I had seen in her dilated pupils and wild, feral stare, was no longer there.