Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,1
others,” she questions.
We barely talk, so this is strange. Maybe she’s been drinking as much as I have. “I’m just watching.”
She slowly nods her head, keeping her focus on the dance floor. “I know you’re a good dancer.”
Her voice is so soft and sweet, almost nervous. It shouldn’t turn me on like it is. I finish off my beer and turn in my chair to face her. “You remember that, huh?”
It seems so long ago that we danced. She’d just come around at that point and I was determined to prove that I wasn’t someone she should be scared of. We didn’t talk, we just danced. If I was a different guy, I would’ve kissed her that night. But even then I knew she deserved more.
“Of course, I do. I remember everything, Kace,” she whispers, peeking at me from under her long lashes.
Fuck.Me. “Ivy, go back to the dance floor,” I warn.
She searches my face, but I have no idea what the hell she’s looking for. Whatever it is she’s not gonna find it.
“Why?” she asks so quietly I’m not even sure she asked it. But her heated eyes are waiting, so I know she did.
“Sweetheart, I’m drunk and I’m pretty sure you are too. Staying here with me is going to have us both giving in to everything we’ve been fighting.” I run my hand through my hair and sigh. “We’ve been fighting it for a reason.”
She bites that fucking lip again and I just about lose my resolve. “I’m going back home after the wedding. There’s no reason for me to stick around. Working at Souls Two has been amazing, but I was offered a job in California and I’m going to take it. Fresh start and all.”
“You’re leaving?” I nearly yell.
“It’s time I start living my life. Being here just reminds me of all the mistakes I’ve made or chances I never took. I’m ready for something more.”
Even knowing that I would never have anything with her, the fact that she won’t be around all the time is beyond disappointing. At this moment, I kinda wish I did get to know her better. Maybe, become her friend. I glance out to Harper and Zane dancing and I wonder if they know and didn’t tell me. It’s not like I can do or say anything about it, even if they did. I’m not anything more than a guy that she hung out with for months, but never alone. I guess Harper was right when she said we were like a bunch of horny teenagers, finding any reason to hangout without hanging out. It almost makes me laugh, but I look down at Ivy’s soft brown eyes and it turns into a sigh.
“I would’ve liked to be better friends, but it is what it is. I do wish you the best though,” I say, forcing a grin. She visibly swallows and bites that lip. I reach over, using my thumb to pull it from between her teeth. “You need to stop doing that, sweetheart.”
Her eyes bounce between mine, searching for something again. “Why?”
“Because it makes me want to suck on that lip,” I honestly say.
She blushes, dipping her head. After a few minutes she lifts her head and I see the heat in her eyes. “You need to stop playing with that lip ring for the same reason.”
My dick presses even harder against my zipper as I move closer to her. I rest my arm behind her on the chair, moving close to her ear. “My lip ring turns you on, huh?”
She turns her head, our lips just a breath away from each other. “Fuck yes,” she whispers.
Between my dick and the alcohol, I am no longer in charge. My head is swimming and my dick is begging for attention. I bite her ear lobe and she sucks in a breath. “You should see my other piercings, sweetheart.”
I pull back and her shocked, yet curious eyes are wide. Her plump lips begin to lift, and I know I’m going to do something I shouldn’t. She surprises the fuck out of me when she leans over and whispers, “Show me.”
I sit up straight, looking to see if she’s going to laugh or tell me she’s joking. However, there is no sign of that. Her intense eyes, flushed face, and increased breathing tell me she’s serious. I rub the back of my neck and blow out a breath.
“Ivy, I’m not looking for a relationship or anything,” I quickly say.