A beat of silence on the other end.
“Andreas?”
Fuck, I love it when she says my name. No one has ever said my name the way she has. Or if they did, I didn’t care nearly as much.
“There’s something missing,” I repeat.
“What? I left everything there?—”
“You.”
Ivy goes silent.
“Spencer can be there in ten minutes to pick you up.”
“It’s late,” Ivy says just above a whisper.
My cock hardens. I know for a fucking fact she doesn’t even know how sensual her voice sounds like this.
“Ivy, I want you in my bed tonight.”
“You have to work tomorrow.”
“Not until tomorrow afternoon,” I tell her.
If she’s not willing to get out of bed, I will be the one to go to her.
“I’m a selfish son of a bitch for asking you to get up out of your bed to come to mine, but, Ivy, I need you.”
She pushes out a breath, and I picture her biting her bottom lip.
“I’ll come.”
Damn straight you will.
“I’ll see you soon.”
It wasn’t soon enough.
Even with the lighter traffic due to the time it still took nearly a half an hour between hanging up the phone and for Ivy to appear at my door.
She gasps and then lets out a small laugh when I pull her body into me and cover her lips with mine.
“What was that for?” she asks, when we pull apart.
Wordlessly, I glance over my shoulder toward the gifts still sitting on my coffee table before turning back to her.
“Thank you.”
Ivy cups the side of my face. Her eyes grow heavy with an emotion that has my chest swelling.
“You left me speechless today. Not just me,” she adds. “The entire crew couldn’t stop talking about how you gave them chills during that scene.”
Her words buoy me. The pride in her eyes wraps itself around the core of who I am.
After she kicks off her shoes and places them by the door, I guide Ivy with one arm around her waist to the couch. I sit first, bringing her down on my lap because I don’t want any space between the two of us.
I’ve become a clingy motherfucker apparently.
