Love You Better (Better Love 1)

“Mmm, no way, Ivy Jean.” He takes another step forward and I take one back, my laughter halting. “I pay attention, remember?” My back hits the kitchen island and he cages me between his arms. He licks his lips, a hungry tiger stalking his prey, and dang it, but I want to be devoured. Frick.

“Your heart was racing. I could feel it on my fingers when they were wrapped around your neck.” He lowers his face to the crook of my shoulder and kisses my pulse point. My eyes fall shut, my breath hitches, and the jerk chuckles. “It was racing just like it is now.”

Kelley places an open mouth kiss on the tender skin just under my jaw, flicking his tongue against it, and my head falls to the side to give him better access. “Your breaths were heavy and ragged. You were panting for me, Ivy.” I try to scoff indignantly, but it comes out a strained groan. Double frick. He’s winning.

He brings his hands to my hips, sliding them torturously up my sides, running his fingers just under my breasts, and my nipples pebble in response. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Just like that.”

He drags his nose up my jaw and grazes his lips over my ear, and he’s right, I am totally panting for him.

“Your pupils were blown wide when you watched me touching you.” His gravelly voice tickles my ear and shoots straight to my core. “You were dripping wet when my fingers were on you.” I whimper, it’s pathetic and embarrassing but I can’t seem to care. “Your moans were loud when I played with your clit.” My panties are drenched, and my hands move on their own to fist his shirt, desperate to feel the tight abs underneath.

My body has gone rogue. It’s a sex starved fool. Mountain lion who? I am just a tiny purring kitten.

He rests his forehead on mine, and I realize I love it when he does that. When he speaks, his lips whisper over mine, and I rein in just enough control not to attack him. “You came so hard for me, baby. The way your head fell back, and the noises you made. Fuck, it was so fucking hot.”

He’s won. He is the victor. Take me now.

I crash my lips on his, and his answering groan vibrates over my skin and sets me on fire. Every con on the pros/cons list

I made is forgotten, and all I can focus on is his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, and his...erection pressed into my hip?

I reach down and slide my palm up and down his length through his gym shorts. His hips thrust into my hand, and his tongue invades my mouth.

I hitch my leg around him because I’m apparently a wanton harlot with zero dignity, but he feels so good that I just don’t care. Did I say before that he won? Because I take it back. I definitely am winning. This is definitely winning.

Kelley runs his hands roughly down my sides and grips my butt. When he squeezes roughly, he lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

“I fucking love your ass,” he grinds out, and I am prepared to jump him right here in the kitchen and let him take me on the counter.

But then he slows the kiss.

When he pulls away, I lean forward in an attempt to chase his lips and he dodges me playfully, a teasing smile on his face. I stick my lip out and pout, because why not? I’ve already gone full-on desperate, so I might as well lean in. I add a tiny whimper just for good measure and he hits me with a low chuckle that does stupid things to my sexy parts.

“I want to take you on a date,” he says abruptly.

I blink at him. “Huh?”

“A date, Ivy. I want to take you on one. I know you’ve got to do law school stuff tonight, but this week. Maybe Wednesday? I’ll skip soccer, and we can do something other than watch Netflix and try not to fuck each other.”

I swat at his shoulder, and he laughs at me. Jerk.

“You want to skip soccer?”

He smiles and shakes his head, and I feel like I’m missing something.

“Yeah, Ives. I’ll skip soccer to take you out.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “What do you say? Wednesday?”

I look at him for a minute. I see the hopefulness, the eager excitement, and just a hint of trepidation in his eyes, and my stomach clenches.

This could end up being totally bad.

Like, blow up in my face bad.

Who even was I just now? Definitely not in complete control. He played with me, toyed with me, and I let him. But what’s weirder is that I liked it, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

More importantly, I can’t lose him again. If this doesn’t work, I will most certainly lose him.

But we’ve crossed too many lines to ever be able to go back to what we were before. I’m conflicted. I’m unsure. My body and my mind are shouting two very different things with two very different outcomes.