Mister West by R.J. Lewis (animal farm read .TXT) 📕

He comes closer and drops his forehead to mine. He shuts his eyes and breathes deeply. “Ivy, Ivy, Ivy.”

I watch him, barely blinking. God, I care for this man. I really, really like him. I…I think it’s more than that, too. My heart skips a beat. I’m scared of this feeling.

He opens his eyes and looks into mine. Can he see my fear? I can see his. We’re both terrified, aren’t we?

It’s too soon. It’s too soon.

I squash that little voice in me. I am ready, I am certain of this.

I am.

“Let’s go home,” he finally whispers.

Twenty-Six

Ivy

The ride back is quiet, tense; there’s a new energy buzzing between us. It’s making me nervous. Ana messages me to let me know she’s home. It’s like she senses what’s going on because she says: good luck tonight, Ivy.

I have a feeling I need it.

We’re quite damp when we enter the apartment. Aidan’s moving straight to the kitchen and I’m wringing out my hair with a small kitchen towel. I meet him at the island. He’s pulling out bottles of alcohol and lining them up in front of me. I take a seat on the stool and watch him. He keeps shooting me glances and I can’t read any of them. Mr Mercurial is back in full force.

He slides me a heavy glass and I take it. He has all the bottles open and he stands there, behind the island, choosing not to sit, watching me as I grab a bottle of tequila and pour it into my glass. Whatever I drink, he follows suit. He takes the same bottle and pours it into his glass. He drinks a little more than me.

I think he’s trying to loosen up. Or loosen me up. I don’t know, but I definitely need to be loosened up.

The alcohol burns down my throat, and my brain is getting fuzzy. I’m surprised after so long my tolerance is still high.

He removes his suit jacket and tosses it on a counter behind him. Then he’s loosening his tie, all the while taking gulps of alcohol, like he needs it to breathe. He’s totally coming apart before me, his eyes turning heavier now when they regard me. He’s not as in control of himself. I like seeing him not in control of himself. All the truth starts to bleed out of him.

One more gulp later, and he’s moving around the island. I twist around on my stool, facing him. My heart rate is up, my skin is breaking out in goosebumps. I feel the energy multiply the closer he gets.

We still haven’t spoken, but I know what he wants. I want it, too. He stops before me, staring at me for a few beats. I hold my breath, waiting. He drops his head to me, lightly brushing his nose against mine. His lips capture mine and the kiss is light, gentle.

“Aidan,” I breathe out.

His arms come around me and he picks me up, setting me on top of the island. Then he pulls away and grabs his glass. He tosses it back, swallowing the last of his drink. I grab mine and do the same. I toss it back, swallowing what I can. The rest comes sliding down my mouth and neck. I let out a surprised giggle. Before I can wipe it away with my hand, Aidan is back to me, his head buried in my neck. His tongue catches the lines of alcohol and he laps them up slowly. I shut my eyes and angle my head for him. God, his tongue feels good.

He sucks gently. His slow movements are driving me crazy. I grip the edge of the island with both hands, letting out small breaths as he moves back to my mouth and kisses me. It’s a wet kiss, sloppier than before, and all tongue. Oh, my God, it’s so sensual, I’m going to explode.

He leans into me; his hands are on the island around me. The only part of him touching me is his mouth, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m addicted to these kisses. Nothing has ever come close to them.

He pulls away again, rounding the island once more. I’m going to flip out. My chest is moving rapidly. I don’t turn to look at him. I’m sure he’s taking more shots behind me. Is he trying to get loaded?

He returns to me, but he stands a few feet away, watching me with a glass raised to his lips. He swallows the brown liquid and then slides it across the island.

“You want to get fucked, Ivy?” he asks me then, eyes dancing along my exposed skin. His voice is low and gravelly. His sex voice. “Proper fucked this time. None of this teasing bullshit from before. You want it? Want my cock buried in you, beauty? Because if you do, that’s it. I’m keeping you the second I’m inside you. Do you understand?”

“I want it,” I say to him.

“I’m not sure you do.”

“I am sure.”

He wavers, studying me intently. “You can’t leave me, Ivy.”

“I won’t leave you.”

“Ivy…” He’s struggling, his breathing is picking up. “I want you, but it’s not just your body, beauty. I want you. Just you. All of you. Every inch. I want it for myself.”

My breaths pick up from his words.

“You’re worried about forever, but that’s not a concern for me,” he continues. “It’s nothing to want you forever. It’s as easy as breathing. Just want it with me, and I’m yours, temptress.”

He goes quiet, waiting for my response.

I do want it with him. I want it more than anything. A strange panic runs through me. I feel a pull inside me. A pull that is screaming for me to just wait, wait a little bit, wait until you’re okay.

I swallow hard, trying to justify the pull. I’m only panicking because things will be different after tonight. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I’ll be okay with change. I haven’t thought