Chapter 21
The moment my lips met hers, I knew I was screwed.
Ivy gasped against my mouth, her hands pressing against my chest as if to push me away... but she didn’t. Instead, she gripped the fabric of my suit, her body betraying the anger in her voice just moments ago.
I deepened the kiss, my hand sliding up her back, fingers splaying against her exposed skin. She shivered.
Damn her. Damn this pull between us. Damn the way she fit so perfectly against me, like she was made to be here.
For two weeks, I had tried to convince myself that night in the car was nothing. That I could bury it, move past it. That I could keep my distance. But the second I saw her tonight, all my self-control shattered.
Ivy made a small sound in the back of her throat, her body melting into mine. That sound.
