Ivy's Twisted Vine Redux Latrivia Nelson (best selling autobiographies .txt) 📖

full of a new needy look that matched that of a lonely soul. She hugged him once more, understanding it was hard for him to let go. What he didn’t know was that it was hard for her to let go also.

“Ivy,” Nicola said pulling her to him. “What am I suppose to do without you?”

“Don’t do this to now, please.” She finally looked at him, through him and began to feel repressed emotions pumping through her veins. She could feel his breath on her shoulders. He rubbed her arms softly and kept his eyes on hers. Like a deer in headlights, she stopped.

“Why do you think that all of this happened?” he asked feeling his emotions boil over. “Why do you think that you had my children, that I feel all of these things for you when we only spent one night together?” He searched his heart for the right words.

“I don’t know,” Ivy said faintly. “I ask the same questions all the time.”

“Tell me that you don’t want me,” Nicola said as he held her body up against the wall. “Maybe if you were to tell me that, I would stop feeling like I feel every day of my life.” He looked at her body as she breathed heavily. Finally, he looked back up at her. “Ivy, something has happened to me. I’m not the same man anymore.”

“Well, I’m not the same woman, either.” Ivy tried to slow her breathing.

“Baby, I need you,” Nicola protested.

“You don’t need me. You don’t need anybody,” Ivy said envying Nicola’s strength.

Nicola looked at her perplexed. “Let me have you one last time,” Nicola asked in husky whisper. He pushed his body up against hers and lifted her up into his arms. “Before you go and ruin both of our lives by marrying this guy…”.

“Shh,” Ivy said putting her fingers over his lips. “Don’t say that.”

Ivy’s thoughts tumbled over the last few months. She thought about Grey’s constant physical rejection. She thought of his many late night meetings and business trips. Her heart ached with heaviness. She leaned into Nicola and let tears fall from her eyes. She held on to him tightly, smelling his cologne and rubbing through his beautiful chocolate locks. Was it possible that he could hurt inside the way that she did now? Was it possible for anyone to feel the utter confusion and loneliness that she endured daily? She cried as she held on to his muscular body.

“It’s okay, baby. I feel it, too. Just let it out,” Nicola said holding her tightly. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay. I’m not okay,” Ivy said in a frantic state. “God, I’m so confused, Nicola!” Her head was still spinning around from the drinks earlier.

“Well, I’m not.” Nicola pulled her face to him. “I know exactly what I want.”

Ivy sniffled. “What is that you want? Do you just want to fuck me…use me up and…”

Nicola was shocked. Fuck me? Ivy was on edge. He tried to find a way to comfort her. “Whoa, Ivy. No, I don’t want use you. I want to be with you. I want to…love you.”

“You want to love me?” Her lips were covered with tears.

“Yes.”

“Or do you want to make love to me?” The strap to her dress fell over on shoulder revealing her bare shoulder and a portion of her ample and aroused breast.

“Both. One more than the other.” Nicola looked at her. The bare skin pushed him to insanity. His mouth watered.

“And if I can’t allow you to do the more risky of the two, would you settle for just my body?” Her brown eyes glared at him both angry and lovingly.

“No. I won’t settle. I’m going to have all of you.”

Tears flowed from her soft eyes. “It’s not that easy, Nicola. I’m with another man.”

Infuriated, Nicola pulled her to him and tore her dress from her body. With her dress in one hand and her body in the other her kissed her, forced her to give herself to him. At first it was hard for Ivy to respond to Nicola for fear of what would happen, but the softness of his own full lips forced her lips open and the intensely sweet taste of his kiss injected the intoxicating venom he had used on her nearly a year ago. Her eyes closed. In one motion, Nicola picked her up, carried her to the couch and crawled over her body shielding her from sight.

He could feel his body tensing up as he hovered over her, kissing her lips so passionately it brought tears to his eyes. They fell on to her lips, warm and salty.

“We shouldn’t,” Ivy whispered as he sucked her breast through her red lace bra.

“Why?” He kissed her lips again. “Why?” he asked once more when she didn’t respond.

“Because… it’s wrong. I’m getting married next week.” She looked at his muscles bulging and felt his body pushing against hers. “Because it won’t help the situation. It’ll just make everything worse.”

“How could anything be worse than allowing what we have to just be thrown away?”

“But I’m getting married next week,” Ivy said aching to have him inside of her.

“End this bullshit engagement. Be with me,” Nicola demanded as he kissed her long warm neck softly, tasting her flesh with his tongue, his hands massaged her back and his hot body pushed softly against hers.

“Be with you? Nicola, you want a girlfriend. I want a husband,” Ivy groaned and closed her eyes involuntarily, shuddering under him.

Nicola stopped abruptly. He couldn’t reply to that, not that. His emotions attacked him. Ivy opened her eyes and looked at him with his skin flushed and his red lips wet with her kiss. Perfectly still, he whispered. “I never said that I didn’t want a wife.”

“You never said that you did either.