“Oh, so you know your night sky?”
“I know a few of the summer and winter constellations and of course, which star is Polaris, so I’ll always know north.”
I tilt my head at her and grin. “That’s awesome. Come on in. Sorry. Guess I lost my manners.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, walking past me smelling like sugar and spice. I can only imagine what scent soap is on her skin, but it reminds me of fall.
“Do you want me to look at it now?” I ask, reaching for my keys. “I really don’t mind.”
“No, that’s okay. You look showered and like you’re gettin’ ready for bed. We might need some jumper cables, but I’m not sure if it’s the battery or something else. Right now, I kinda don’t care about it that much.” She yawns, and I can tell she’s just as tired as I am. She and Harper have been working really hard lately to fulfill all the orders. Ethan gave me all the details at lunch yesterday.
“You can crash on my couch if you want, or I’ll be happy to take you home,” I offer.
“Your couch actually sounds great. I’m exhausted, and I have to work early in the morning. Probably just call roadside service to come down and help me with it in the mornin’,” Ivy explains. “That’s what I pay them for each month.”
“Whatever you’d like.” I grab a few extra blankets and a pillow for her.
She meets my eyes as I hand them to her. “Do you happen to have a T-shirt or something I can borrow to sleep in?”
“Absolutely.” Right now, I’m so damn tempted to kiss her pouty lips because she’s like a magnet, pulling me closer to her every chance she gets. I force myself to take a step back and create some space between us.
“Thanks, Kane. I’m so happy you were up.”
I grin, then walk away, knowing her eyes are on me as I go to my bedroom.
My quickened pulse gives away my excitement. I can’t believe she’s here, standing in my living room. Ivy acted like her prayers were answered, but damn, I feel like mine were.
No woman has ever made me feel this way, and I’m not sure how to react. I want and need to know everything about Ivy Callaway—her likes, dislikes, fantasies, and dirty secrets.
I meet her in the living room, exactly where I left her. I give her a shirt I won at the rodeo a few years back when I barrel raced one of Kaitlyn’s horses. It was the runner-up prize, even if I’m still convinced it was rigged.
Without saying anything, she peels the orange tank top off her body. My eyes graze over her beautiful breasts nearly falling out of her hot pink bra. I turn my head, needing to be the perfect gentleman as she slips on my shirt.
I hear her shoes plop to the floor and her shimmying out of her shorts. Once the movement stops, I turn and meet her eyes.
“Do you need anything else?” I help her spread the quilt out over the couch as she positions the pillow at one end. Ivy crawls under the blankets and looks up at me with hooded eyes.
“Nah, I think I’m good,” she says with airiness in her tone. “Your couch is comfy and smells like you.”
I swallow hard and smile as the intense urge to be around her nearly consumes me. The conversations we have and the things she says always hit me on a personal level, even if it’s everyday things. While I want to be around her, I know we’re both exhausted.
“Good night, Ivy. Sweet dreams.”
“Night, Kane.”
I turn off the kitchen light and walk to my bedroom, tormented by the fact that the woman haunting my dreams is here in the flesh. If she were any other woman and I were any other man, I’d have kissed her right in my living room. I’d have given her compliments and told her how damn pretty she is, but instead, I said nothing at all.
The fact that she commented on how I smell has my dick twitching with anticipation. I lie down and close my eyes as images of Ivy’s beautiful breasts fill my mind. Reaching under the covers, I roughly grab my cock and stroke myself to thoughts of her. The orgasm builds so damn quickly that it rips through me like a category five hurricane. Guttural grunts slip out as I come harder than I have in my life, and the woman to blame is my best friend’s little sister.
CHAPTER FIVE
IVY
When I roll over, sunshine splashes across my face. Opening my eyes, I look around, and at first, I don’t remember where I am. Then the familiar smell of Kane hits me, and a small smile plays on my lips. It wasn’t a dream, and I’m really here.