Page 48 of Madd Love

“What were you doing with her?” I jerk free of his hold.

He glances over his shoulder to see if anyone has followed before he levels those blue eyes on me. “With Marty?”

“Is there something going on between you?”

“There is nothing between me and Marty.” He lifts his palms like he’s trying to placate me.

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t believe me?” His eyes flare.

“This huge house and you need to leave it to be with her?”

“Marty? We’re talking about Marty Kendall?”

“Is that why we’re not together? I wasn’t enough for you?”

“Ivy, stop.”

“I saw the video,” I snap in his face. I knew his reputation, I must have been so naïve to think he would be happy with me. “I saw the kiss.”

“You watched it.” He pales.

“I needed to know why I left you. Why we weren’t together even though we’re married.” What would break me enough that I couldn’t deal with life.

“I hurt you and I am so sorry, baby.” There’s so much apology in his gaze. So much honest repentance.

But the man is an actor and I can’t fall for his act. He led me to believe we would be forever. It’s the only reason I can believe I would end up as his wife. “I want an explanation.”

He swallows hard. “I’ve already told you—”

“You regret it.” I push his hands away when he tries to touch me again. “Yes, I know. But I don’t know why you did it. I don’t understand why you can’t just explain it to me.”

“Because it hurts you,” he says. “Because every time we start to talk about why you start shutting down—"

I don’t need the excuses. If he doesn’t want to be real with me then we can’t have a future. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Whatever I felt for you… it’s gone. It’s over.”

“You think we’re over?” His gaze darkens as it drops to my mouth.

“I know we are.”

The wall meets my back as my arms wrap around his neck.

“Then tell me not to kiss you.” His hands flex on my hips.

I can barely recall what we were arguing about as I wet my lips.

His mouth is on mine in the next instant. His body pressing me against the wall as I open to the thrust of his tongue. He owns me like I was made to be his. Like our connection is primal.

When my thighs part to his hand, this time he doesn’t stop. His thumb glides over my clit before he pushes aside my panties and spears me with two fingers. He pumps them in and out slowly. “Do you feel that, baby? Feel my fingers inside you? Feel the way your pussy wants my touch?”

I nod and whimper. It feels so good there are no words… just possession and need and this desire to let him do what he wants with me. To let him carry me away.

“It’s because your pussy knows it’s mine.” He growls into my neck as he rolls his thumb against my clit. “You might not remember us, but your body does. It knows what it loves. It knows we’re not over. That we’ll never be over.”

“Oh God.” I come so quickly. Come so hard.

“I screwed up and that’s a part of us,” he says as he eases his hand from my panties.

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