Page 37 of Honey Sugar
She glanced at my hand on her leg and I swore I saw a hint of a smile burning in the corners of her full lips. It would have been the first sign of a smile since finding Aunt Liv. I didn’t push it. I drove to the huge plantation house on Bayou Drive and parked.
When we walked in, I could tell Uncle Beau had been there but he was gone again. Thank god. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him.
“I hate being in here now,” Ivy said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I know I have to be okay with it but right now…I’m not.”
“I know,” I told her, sliding my thumb over the dimple in her chin. Her green eyes pinned me to my spot. This tragedy shit would be a lot easier if she weren’t the most beautiful girl I’d ever fucking seen. I cursed the stained thought from my broken brain and moved up the steps.
Ivy went into her bedroom and I went into the guest room to check on my seedlings. They’d sprouted and were growing like wildflowers in the humidity. I watered them and tried not to let my mind wander to finding my mother’s lifeless body on the floor of our home.
I found it was hard to police my own mind. It did what it wanted to no matter what I said. If it wanted to think about my mother, it did. If it wanted to think about Aunt Liv, it did. If it wanted to think about Ivy…itdefinitelydid.
It thought about Ivy a lot.
I heard the shower start in her room and I waited a few moments before going inside. The sweet smell of butterscotch greeted me.
It was wrong of me to want to see her walk out in a towel and it was sick of me to want to see her without it. That didn’t stop the fantasy from taking root in my mind though. Like I said…it did what it wanted to do.
I sat on her pink bed and the springs squeaked beneath me. Ivy seemed to spin sugar out of thin air while she was in the shower. It smelled just as good as walking into the sweet shop. Desire built inside of me and I knew it was tainted and wrong but I couldn’t stop it. I’d tried so hard to keep the way I felt about her hidden deep within the corridors of my ribs but with all the loss we suffered, my chest was too full of sorrow to conceal things. Even the spiny dark things that society would burn us at the stake for.
The shower shut off and the sudden sound of silence jolted me, bringing me back to where I was. In my little cousin’s room. Dealing with thoughts and feelings that I couldn’t reject anymore. I listened to her shuffle around on the other side of the bathroom door before it opened gently without a sound.
Beautiful olive green eyes peered at me from behind a curtain of steam. Familiar eyes from my childhood but they’d changed so fucking much. The cousin I grew up with over summers was replaced by a stunning woman who was damaged and withdrawn like me. She was my rock and she didn’t even know it. How could I keep myself from loving her when she was all I had to love now?
“You scared me. I thought you’d be tending to your plants.” She’d washed her hair while she was in the shower so it fell down her back in long loose curls. I wanted to tangle my fingers in it while I pulled her against my mouth.
I stared at the way her pouty pink lips parted and I tried. God knows I tried to ignore the savage beast that stirred inside me. It wasn’t savage in a way that would hurt her though. I’d never hurt her.
I’d set the world around me on fire but I’d never let a flame lick Ivy’s skin. She was mine to protect now. If not me then who? Uncle Beau?
Yeah right.
“I watered them. They look good,” I said. She walked over to me and tugged at my black t-shirt. Lately, she’d been wearing my shirts to bed and it was painful how sexy she looked in them. I started taking them off on purpose before she got out of the shower so I could see her slip into them. I liked the way they left her shoulder exposed and her collarbones on display. When she was pressed against me I fantasized about doing sinful things to her. I fantasized about running my tongue along her collarbones and trailing lower.
You’re sick, Titan.
The small voice in my head shrunk more every day. Soon, it wouldn’t be there at all. I wouldn’t miss it.
I pulled my shirt off and handed it to her. She put it on over the towel and then let it drop to the floor. “I think my shirts look better on you than they do on me,” I told her. I saw another hint of a smile. I watched her walk over to the dresser and find a pair of boy shorts to put on. It was fiery torture watching her slide them over her legs and ass.
Ivy walked back to me and stood between my open legs, resting her hands on my shoulders. When she ran her fingers through my beard, I shut my eyes and drank in the feather soft feeling. I slid my hands along her sides then gripped her hips like they belonged to me.
“Come here, baby girl.” I pulled her down on top of me. She straddled me and the smell of butterscotch was intoxicating. It was more intense than any edible.
I circled her waist with my hands and stared at her for a few beats before doing what I’d been fantasizing about ever since she got out of the shower. I reached up and threaded my fingers through her wet hair. A small gasp escaped her. It carried enough nectar with it to make me ravenous for her sweetness.
I was hesitant to press my lips to hers but the roar in my head pushed me. I waited for her to move me away but I knew she wouldn’t. She wanted the same sin I did.
I kissed her soft lips and my fingers tightened in her hair. I grabbed it harder than I meant to and I thought Ivy would shy away but she leaned into me and dug her fingertips into my shoulders urging me on.
The moment I tasted her tongue on mine I knew I’d been forever stained and I would never be clean. I didn’t want to be. I’d be black as night if it meant I could taste her forever. She was soft and familiar like sweet honey wine. I wanted to be drunk on her.
My lips possessed hers with ease. My fingers explored the velvety smooth skin under her shirt. Even though it was my shirt…she wore it like I never could. She could have every single shirt I owned if she made them all look that sexy.
My fingers inched higher up her ribs until I reached her breasts. They were so full and soft. I squeezed her nipples and she moaned into my mouth. It was such an airy sound. I wanted more of her moans. I wanted to collect them like medals and hang them proudly around my neck.
My dick was so stiff. I couldn’t focus on anything other than digging it into the deepest wettest parts of her. “Titan,” she breathed against my lips and pressed her palms against the sides on my face. “Is this wrong?” She asked. “My mind is all turned around and I don’t know what’s wrong or right anymore.” Her weight felt so good pressed against my hard cock.
“Does this feel wrong?”
