“Well,” he drawled.“This is a surprise.”
She looked anywhere but directly at him.The bed, rumpled and masculine.A cut draped over the back of a chair.The open window letting in late sunlight.
“I—I didn’t knock,” she mumbled.
“No kidding,” he said, amusement threading his voice.“You usually make a habit of walking into men’s rooms uninvited?”
Her face burned and for a moment, she forgot why she barged in here in the first place.
“We didn’t finish our conversation,” Ivy pointed out.
He leaned a shoulder against the wall, utterly unbothered by his lack of clothing.
“Nothing left to say,” he said with a shrug.His indifferent attitude annoyed her.
“That’s not true,” Ivy shot back, finally lifting her eyes and immediately regretting it.
He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.He flicked his gaze to her lips, then back to her eyes, grin widening like he enjoyed watching her struggle.
“You came all this way for that?”he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted, now feeling a little foolish.
He pushed off the wall and crossed the room, slow and deliberate.Ivy’s breath hitched as he stopped a careful distance away, close enough she could feel the heat rolling off him, smell soap and something unmistakably him beneath it.
“I told you to drop it,” Havoc said.
“You don’t get to decide that,” she replied, chin lifting even as her knees felt weak.“You don’t get to kiss me like that and then pretend it didn’t happen.”
Something flickered in his eyes.There was definitely heat, but there was also something darker too.
“You think this ends well?”he asked quietly.
“I think,” she said, voice softer but no less sure, “you’re hiding.”
His jaw tightened.“You don’t know me.”
“I know what I feel,” Ivy said.“And I know you felt it too.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy and charged.Havoc dropped his gaze to her mouth again, and it lingered.His control seemed like a visible thing now to Ivy, pulled tight as wire.
“You should go,” he said, though he didn’t move to open the door.
“Make me,” she whispered, feeling half excited and defiant.
Ever since their paths had clashed, Ivy had erotic dreams of Havoc night after night.Finally, this was actually happening.He surged forward, crowding her space, using his hands to bracket her against the door.
The kiss that followed was nothing like the morning.It was slower, deeper, dangerous in a way that made her toes curl.Ivy gasped into his mouth, hands fisting in his towel as she kissed him back with everything she’d held in all day.
The world narrowed to heat and breath and the thud of her heart.
He lifted her without effort, turning and depositing her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing.She bounced once against the mattress, laughter bubbling up despite the tension, then he was over her, caging her in.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, both breathing hard, eyes dark and searching.
“This is a bad idea,” Havoc said.
“Probably,” Ivy agreed.
