Ivy leaned over and pressed her lips against his. She tasted sweet like a strawberry.
Nash couldn’t get enough of her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap, never letting his lips leave hers.
He wove his fingers through her hair. The strands were soft and silky. As he deepened the kiss, she arched against him.
This.
This kiss.
This kiss was everything.
Her hands ran along his back. A soft moan escaped.
Nash didn’t want to stop kissing her, but he couldn’t let things get out of control. He slowly drew back, telling himself there would be more kisses to come, or he would have kept his mouth on hers.
He stared at her lips. “That was amazing.”
She nodded. “Who knew a picnic in the park could be so romantic?”
Whatever you do, don’t get romantic with her. When you break her heart again—and you will because you always do—you’ll come off as the villain. You don’t need that on top of everything else.
Nash couldn’t hurt Ivy again. He cared about her too much. “I’m game for another whenever you are.”
R.J. was wrong about Nash hurting her. Dead wrong.
