Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,29
change that.”
He slightly nods his head and removes it from my hand. I miss the connection immediately, but he surprises me when he pulls my legs to be closer to him. He leaves his hands resting on my hips and it’s hard to concentrate on anything else. My mind goes back to the night we had sex and how indescribable it was. Being this close to him, having his hands on me, it makes me burn with a need to feel it all again.
“Let me take you on a date,” he says. His deep voice does things to me that I can’t even explain, but it’s his question that has me speechless.
I bite my lip as I look down at the leather chair. My hair is curtaining my face, making me feel a little more hidden in this moment. My heart is pounding, but I feel nervous as hell. I sigh and look up at him. “You’re just asking me that because you want me to stay. I have obligations in California that I can’t just ignore, Kace.”
“I get that. I’ll go back with you; help you get it all sorted. I’ll take you for a date in California,” he suggests.
“No, you aren’t coming back to California with me.”
“Why?”
The California Ivy and the Vegas Ivy are two completely different people. I don’t want to mix the worlds. It fucked up, I know that, but I can’t help how I feel. The thought of Mia meeting him makes me equally nervous and excited. I mean on one hand who the fuck wouldn’t be jealous, wanting to be with him? He’s gorgeous, insanely built, and covered in stunning artwork. He’s a bad boy and it’s sexy as hell. But on the other hand, I feel like both of us would be judged and as fucked up as it is, I don’t like being judged. There are no guys that look like Kace where I live and I’m not sure if they would like him or fear him. Hell, I don’t know which I feel.
“Kace, I don’t even know if I’m coming back.”
“Why are you making this so hard?” he asks, standing up taking all his warmth with him.
I sigh and wrap my arm around my non-existent belly. It’s becoming a habit. “Because I’m scared,” I whisper, deciding he deserves the truth.
“Scared of me?”
“Scared of what you’re mixed up with, scared of being pregnant, scared of being a mom, scared of falling for you, scared of being destroyed by you. I’m scared of everything,” I cry out.
He pulls me up and before I can question it, he slams his lips to mine. The shock only lasts a second before I melt into him. My head is telling me to stop, but my body is begging for more. He deepens the kiss and I’m reminded just how skilled he is with his tongue. His hands travel up and pull my hair slightly, making me moan in his mouth. Heat pools between my legs and I try squeezing them together to give myself relief. He knows how to play me and that thought is like a bucket of cold water.
I break the kiss, pushing on his shoulders. “Kace, stop,” I say, keeping my focus on the very old, nasty carpet.
“Ivy, you decide what you want and when you know, let me know,” Kace says, walking into the kitchen.
I sit down and sigh. I came here thinking he’d want nothing to do with me or the baby. I never expected him to have this reaction and I’m not prepared for it. Time is what I need right now. I need to decide what is best for me, the baby, and now Kace.
With my mind made up, I go into the kitchen. Kace is standing with his back to me, looking out the window to the dark night. “Hey,” I whisper. He spins around, leaning on the counter. “I need some time to think everything through. Is that alright?”
He crosses his muscular, tattooed arms as he stares at me. I’m not sure from his blank stare what to think, so I hold onto the counter with my right hand. “Now my opinion matters?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“Kace,” I begin.
“It’s fine, Ivy. I don’t know why you need time to decide if you’ll allow me to be a part of my child’s life when I’m all but begging for just that, but whatever. Go take your time and give me a call when you decide what’s best.”