Undeniable Attraction

by J B Heller

  I couldn’t stop it. It was all I could think to say. The words were out of my mouth before I could do anything about it. Bitch Face nearly launched over the breakfast bar to throttle me, I didn’t blame her, but Ivy stepped in front of her, preventing her from reaching me. There was no point trying to redeem myself from that, so I turned tail and took off down the hall. I could hear Bitch Face yelling after me, calling me all the things I was already thinking about myself at that point.

  Watching Ivy try to lick it off her chin nearly killed me. I wanted to lick it off her, and taste it on her tongue. There was no way I could say or do that and a cold shower didn’t help ease the situation. A good hard wank helped somewhat, although I was still a moody bastard.

  Opening my bedroom door slowly and poking my head out, I couldn’t see Ivy anywhere. Her door was wide open but she wasn’t in there. Then I heard it, a male voice, coming from the lounge room. It wasn’t Kai and it sure as hell wasn’t me. What the fuck! I took off running. When I reached the lounge room, I stopped dead in my tracks.

  Ivy was bent over backwards, her body arched up in the air like a bridge. I tilted my head, taking all of her in. Her arms and legs were open wide to hold her position. Her long blonde hair dangled down to the floor, pooling there. Her chest was rising and falling in a slow even rhythm. She hadn’t noticed me yet. I was mesmerised and I had to touch her.

  Without another thought, I moved closer to her. Her shirt had ridden up to her ribs, exposing her smooth belly. A light sheen of sweat gathered there. Her breathing picked up pace as she obviously felt my presence. My fingertips slid along the outside edge of her thigh, past the curve of her perfect arse to her hip. I paused when I reached her damp skin.

  My teeth sank into my bottom lip. I glanced up when I felt her eyes on me. Her legs were trembling. I slid my hand from her hip, pressing my palm under her back to support her shaky frame. Her legs were spread wide enough for me to step up between them. I wedged myself there, she felt so good. I leant down, fitting myself firmly against her heat.

  She was so close; I had to taste her. I licked the sweat from the curve of her ribs but I couldn’t stop there. Her taste consumed me, I had to have more. She was panting now. As my mouth made contact with her clammy skin again, the spell was broken.

  Bitch Face stood in the doorway, arms crossed under her small bust, one side of her mouth lifted in triumph. She was the last person I wanted to see. Ivy let out a little squeak. My gaze turned lethal, directed right at the hag ruining this moment for us.

  “Fuck off, Bitch Face. We’re busy,” I grunted.

  I turned my attention back to Ivy before she could answer. I didn’t care if she stayed there. Fuck her. I was finally giving in to the cravings that had been plaguing me for too long. Then I heard it again, a male voice. I looked around the room until my eyes settled on the TV screen, and there stood an animated man, talking about the yoga position Ivy was currently in. I was relieved I didn’t have to kick anyone’s arse. I had other things to do right now.

  I decided then and there, I fucking loved yoga.

  Running my nose along the line of Ivy’s ribs, where my tongue had been only moments ago, I looked up into her beautiful eyes as she watched me. She had lifted her head so she could see me. I soaked up the desire burning in her bright blue eyes, her desire ramping up my own. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I needed to be inside her, but I wanted to take my time with her. That wasn’t going to happen today.

  I slid my hand from her lower back to up between her shoulder blades and helped lift her until she was standing. Her small hands landed on my chest, steading herself and heating me up beyond anything I’d ever felt before. I was burning for her. When her eyes met mine, there was nothing that could stop me from claiming her plump lips. Not even the knowledge that I would never be good enough for her.

  I cupped her cheeks with my large hands, sliding my fingers into her hair. I tilted her head just right so I could devour her thoroughly. Licking my bottom lip, I could no longer hold back. I swooped down and took the kiss I’d been obsessing over for the last few weeks. I felt the air leave her lungs as she clung to me. Her hands shifted from my chest, sliding up around my neck and holding me in place.

  My tongue slid out against her lips as they parted on a moan. It was the single most erotic sound I had ever heard. I would spend the rest of my life striving to make her moan like that. Her hands gripped my neck tighter, as if she was afraid I would stop. But I wouldn’t, I couldn’t.

  Her tongue came out to meet mine; I needed her closer. I moved my hands from her face, tracing the line of her sleek little body. I couldn’t wait to explore it. I squeezed her arse before picking her up. She took my cue and wrapped her legs around my waist. Without breaking contact from her delicious lips, I spun on my heels and strode out of the lounge, intent on taking her to my room.

  When we passed by the kitchen, I heard Bitch Face and Kai whispering. Nosey fuckers. Then Kai yelled out as we reached the hallway to the bedrooms, “About fucking time. Use protection!”

  A smile graced my lips, and I felt Ivy’s lift too. In the distance, I heard a knock at the front door, but Kai could handle it. I stepped into my room, right before I heard Kai yelling our names. He wasn’t messing around either. “Gabe, Ivy! Get your arse’s out here, NOW!”

  Ivy’s legs dropped from my waist, and I gently placed her feet on the ground. She was freaking out. Desire had been replaced with anxiety. I ran my hands up and down her arms, attempting to sooth her. “Hey, whatever it is, you’re safe here. Okay?”

  Tilting her chin up so she would look me in the eye again, I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “We’re not done here either.”

  A small smile formed, and then she nodded, threaded her fingers through mine and followed me out of the room.

  CHAPTER NINE

  When Gabe and I entered the kitchen, Kai was standing by the bench while Tessa sat on one of the stools, chewing her nails. On the bench in front of them was a long, narrow black box. Gabe squeezed my hand. We looked at the box, then Kai, whose face was contorted with rage. I had to know what was in that box, what could make him act like this, when minutes ago he was laughing. “What’s in the box?”

  Kai slid it across the bench, closer to Gabe and me. I reached out to touch it, but Gabe pulled my hand back. “No, I’ll look.”

  I trusted him, so I didn’t say anything. I watched as he lifted the lid off the box. My mouth went dry. Inside the box was another long stemmed red rose, thorns and all, with a note tied to the stem by a blood red ribbon. Gabe cursed under his breath before he picked it up to read the note.

  His grip on my hand tightened as he read it. He pulled me closer to his body, as if shielding me from something, or someone. His muscles tensed and his jaw clenched. I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to see what it said. I snatched it from his hand and skimmed over the words before he could take it back from me.

  Roses are Red,

  Violets are Blue.

  Your little boyfriend,

  Can’t always protect you.

  The rose slipped from my hand, I was shaking so hard. I was trying to pull air into my lungs, but it wasn’t working. I tried, and tried again. I was dizzy, this couldn’t be happening. Sparks started to fly in my vision. I could see Gabe was talking to someone, but I couldn’t hear him. All I could hear was a faint buzzing in the distance. Then nothing.

  Sometime later, I’m not sure how long; I woke in Gabe’s arms, in his bed. He’d wrapped the blankets tight around us. I snuggled closer to his warmth; I was so cold. He ran his hand through my hair; it felt nice. But then reality set in, another rose, another note. I have a stalker.

  It was so easy to forget when I was wrapped in his arms. He was finally, finally touching me, holding me. But instead of lust or desire clouding his eyes, it was concern and pity. I shoved away from him. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped up in everything that was Gabe, I didn’t want it to be out of pity.

  He surged fo
rward, wrapping his arms around me again, pulling me back into his body.

  “Don’t Gabe, just don’t. I don’t want your pity,” I spat.

  “Pity? I don’t pity you, Ivy, I’m concerned about you. Somewhere out there is some sick fuck messing with your head, watching you, and sending you twisted notes. I am beyond worried about you. Don’t mistake that for pity.”

  I shook my head. Disappointment filled me. I had allowed myself to hope, to believe that he had feelings for me. When he kissed me earlier, I thought he’d finally seen me. I tried again to pull away from him, but he held strong.

  “Ivy, stop. What’s wrong? Talk to me, Angel. Please,” he begged.

  “Don’t patronise me, Gabe. I thought… this morning… I thought you…” I couldn’t even finish. I felt so stupid. Of course he just wanted to protect me. I hadn’t seen him with another woman since everything went down with Sloan. He’s probably just horny as hell and having me throwing myself at him made his control slip. If he had really wanted me, he wouldn’t have waited so long. Gabe goes after what he wants, no restraints.

  Now I’m left sitting here, in his arms, somewhere I’ve always wanted to be and all I can think about is getting away from him. This was so screwed up. Silent tears began streaming down my cheeks. I knew it was a long shot from the beginning, but try telling that to my love struck heart.

  “Sweet Cheeks, don’t cry. Why are you crying? You know I’m no good with reading emotions and shit. You’re going to have to spell it out for me,” he murmured.

  Maybe if I told him, he would stop pretending and let me go. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, “I was stupid enough to think you actually wanted me.”

  He didn’t say anything, he didn’t move. I chanced a glance up at him; his face was stone. No emotion showed. He had locked me out.

  If I was going to pull myself back in line, now was the time to do it. She was giving me an out. She has no idea how I feel about her, how she affects me. I know there is someone out there more deserving of her than me, but just thinking about her being with someone else makes my blood boil.

  I should let her go. I should be the better man and I should control myself. But I can’t. Not where Ivy is concerned, not anymore. Now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t go back. Decision made, I nodded to myself then looked down at her. She’d gone ridged in my arms. I felt like a prick. For the small amount of time it took me to make my decision, she’s been thinking she was right about me, about this. Arsehole.

  I took her small hand in mine. “Ivy, I do want you. I have wanted you since you came to Freddie’s to pick my drunken arse up. I may have been drunk, but that night is when I first started to see you. The real you, not my shy assistant who was better at her job than anyone I had ever met. Not the girl who needed a caffeine fix as soon as she walked into the office or God help us all. I feared for my balls more than once you know.”

  Tears were still slipping down her cheeks, but a small smile now touched her lips. So I kept going.

  “You were wearing these tiny pink shorts that night, and a matching singlet thing that made your tits look amazing. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. You telling me off in a deserted parking lot in the middle of the night, hands on your hips, and fire in your eyes.

  “You were pissed, and rightly so. I was about to drive, while drunk off my arse. I wasn’t thinking straight. To say I’m grateful for your intervention is an understatement. Then when you stormed in and poured my Jack down the sink, I was the one who was pissed. I was furious. But you wouldn’t back down and you put me in my place. I’m sorry for the things I said that night.”

  I paused, waiting for her to say something. But she didn’t, she just sat there. I wasn’t sure if she believed me or not. I took her face in my hands and tilted her head up so I could look into her eyes. “I’m done fighting this. There’s no denying my attraction to you anymore. Trust me, I tried. There’s no going back for me, Ivy.”

  She sniffled and scrunched her nose. God she’s cute. “You don’t just feel sorry for me?”

  Crazy woman. Could she not feel how sincere I am? “I’ve been fighting this longer than this psycho’s been around.”

  Finally, her smile touched her eyes. Then confusion reigned. “But why would you fight it?”

  “I’m not good enough for you, Ivy. You’re everything good, pure and right in the world. And me, yeah, not so much. I don’t deserve you, not even close. That’s why I fought it. But I’m done. I promise you that.”

  I waited for her smile to grow, but it didn’t. I went to speak again but she lifted her little hand and placed a single finger against my lips. “You don’t see it do you? You don’t see all the good you’ve done. You are a good man, Gabe, honestly the best I know. You’ve put me on some kind of pedestal and I’m not sure why. I’m just as human as you are. You best be taking me off that pedestal because I’m pretty sure the girls who belong up there, don’t like the things I’m going to want you to do to me.”

  Say what now? She had to be screwing with me. There’s no way she’d be into anything remotely kinky. I couldn’t be that lucky.

  She burst out laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I demanded.

  “Your face, you look so worried. I never picked you to be a prude, Gabe.”

  “Fuck off, I’ll show you who’s a prude.” I threw her back on the bed using all my weight, pinning her beneath me. Her laughter sent vibrations through my body. I felt my dick harden, just like that. Her beautiful face was just inches from mine, I had to kiss her.

  I wasn’t rough, but I wasn’t gentle either. I held her wrists above her head with one hand as I ran my free hand down the length of her body. I paused for a moment when I reached her breast. Her breathing became shallow and laboured. I smiled, right before I crushed my lips against hers.

  She responded immediately, her tongue met mine, stroke for stroke. Pushing my knee between her legs, she opened for me, allowing me to lodge myself firmly against her heat. When she moaned, I felt my dick twitch in response. She reefed her mouth away from mine. “Gabe, ugh, please.”

  “What, Angel, tell me what you need,” I crooned as I kissed and bit along her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone. I pulsed my hips once, then twice, just to tease her.

  “I’ve waited so long; don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged.

  Fucking hell. How could I deny her? Simple, I couldn’t.

  I pushed myself up on my elbows; looking down into her eyes I made sure I had her attention. “Don’t move your hands. Don’t move a muscle, unless I tell you to. Understand?”

  Eager nodding was all the answer I got. It would do. I pushed myself from the bed, her eyes following my every move. I stood beside the bed and with slow, deliberate movements; I lifted my shirt, gradually pulling it over my head. When I threw it to the floor, I watched her eyes rake over my naked torso.

  The fire and desire burning in her gaze set my skin alight. She was biting her lip now, squirming on my sheets. She was trying so hard not to move.

  “Good girl, don’t move yet. Just a little longer, Angel.”

  Her eyes shot down to my belt buckle as I opened it. When I popped the button on my jeans, she let out a little whimper. I didn’t take my eyes off hers, watching her reaction turned me on more than I could say. Her tongue slid across her bottom lip, followed by her teeth, when I lowered my zipper.

  “Fuck, Ivy, you’re so beautiful.”

  “Please, Gabe, let me move now, let me touch you.”

  I couldn’t deny her. “All right,” I nodded slowly.

  Before I could finish getting the word out of my mouth, she was on her knees at the edge of the bed in front of me. Her small hands pressed against my pecks and then she dragged her nails down my chest and over each one of my ab muscles, until she reached the top of my jeans. She gripped them at my waist, lingered a moment, then yanked them down. She let go when they reached my knees, and they fell the rest of the way to my ankles on t
heir own.

  I stumbled in my rapid attempt to kick them from my feet. She let out a small squeal when I fell on top of her, but stopped when I pressed my hard-on against her. Gone were her giggles and back was the fire.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Finally! I honestly never thought this day would come; Gabe, not only admitting to having feelings for me, but acting on them. His hard body plastered against mine felt better than I had imagined. And I had imagined it, a lot. Every inch of our bodies pressed together.

  I could feel how hard I’ve made him. That alone makes this one of the best experiences of my life. I did that to him. With very little effort, I might add. I wonder if he’d get harder still if I actually tried to turn him on.

  I wriggled underneath him, and he growled in response.

  “I need you to tell me first, Angel,” he commanded.

  I had no idea what he’s talking about, I already told him I didn’t want to wait any longer. Was he still waiting for the go-ahead? “Tell you what?”

  He pushed back, up onto his elbows. I liked it when he did that, I got a great view of our bodies aligned. Although I’m still fully clothed, and he’s only in his boxer briefs, it’s still an impressive sight. Those briefs are at their maximum stretch capacity. A grin spread across my face, I couldn’t help it. I can’t wait to see him without them.

  He searched my eyes for a moment before he spoke, “You told me you loved me. If that’s true, tell me again, tell me now.”

  I froze, I know I love him, but I didn’t think it would be something he would want to hear. Not right now anyway. Not yet.

  “Don’t go freezing up on me, Angel. If it’s not true, it doesn’t matter. You can tell me later, when you mean it,” he said as he caressed my cheek.

  “It’s not that it isn’t true, it’s just; why do you want me to say it?” I asked.

  His lips lifted in a big beautiful smile. “The first time I heard those words leave your mouth, I wasn’t ready for it. But I am now. If we’re going to start something here, I want to know, without a doubt, that this is what you want. That I am what you want, because there’s no going back for me.”