Undressed By His Arrogance-Chapter 276: I’m Out Of Ideas

"Yeah, I know. I’m out of ideas." He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

"Lets focus on Sylvia’s funeral first, okay?" Ivy said gently. Death before life. Closure before beginnings. It was cruel how the universe arranged things. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Winn nodded in response, his jaw tightening as he accepted the shift in focus. Ivy reached for the light switch, flicking it off. They both walked out, closing the nursery door gently behind them.

"Goodnight Winn," she said.

"Goodnight," Winn replied—and yet neither of them moved.

The silence stretched.

"It’s a bad idea right now," Winn spoke up, moving a bit closer despite himself. His body betrayed him even as his mind screamed caution.

"Yeah. It is," Ivy agreed.

"I mean, clearly we have established that you should have nothing to do with me until all these is sorted out."

"I know," Ivy answered. "Trust me, my brain is fully aware."

And yet they stood awkwardly, inches away from each other.

Winn leaned in, warring with himself, every instinct screaming that this wasn’t safe, wasn’t smart, wasn’t fair to either of them. And yet his hand rose of its own accord. He brushed her hair away from her face. His palm cupped her cheek, thumb resting just below her eye.

Ivy inhaled sharply, her lashes fluttering. "Winn..." she whispered.

"I know," he murmured back, forehead nearly touching hers. "I know."

The moment hovered there, two people bound by history, grief, and a love that refused to behave itself.

"I cant lose you." He whispered, his lips a breath from hers. His forehead rested against hers now, eyes closed as if he couldn’t bear to look at the possibility of losing her, of losing this fragile moment. His thumb trembled slightly against her cheek, betraying the fear he worked so hard to keep buried.

"You won’t." Ivy answered. She leaned into him.

"I have to keep you girls safe."

"We will be," Ivy whispered, her breath warm against his mouth. And then his lips met hers in a sorrowful kiss.

Ivy melted into him instantly. They clung to each other, the kiss deepening as days of fear, shock, and suppressed emotion crashed together. They had been through too much in too little time and the overwhelm sat thick in their chests.

Winn pulled away abruptly, breath uneven, forehead dropping to her shoulder. "We...we cant. We shouldn’t." His hands stayed on her waist though, thumbs digging in as if letting go would physically hurt.

Ivy wasn’t interested in his argument. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back into her, kissing him again with intention this time. Winn groaned softly, and then his restraint snapped.

He pinned her to the wall behind her, the solid surface pressing into her back as his body caged hers in. He caught her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, holding them there. His mouth claimed hers again, harder now, rougher, the kiss turning consuming.

He broke the kiss suddenly, breath ragged. His mouth moved to her neck, teeth grazing skin, lips following. He released her arms only to slide the strap of her nightdress down her shoulder.

Ivy threw her head back, giving him more of her without hesitation. She wasn’t helping matters. She knew it. She didn’t care. Her body arched into his, silently begging for more, for anything that would quiet the storm inside her. Her fingers slid into his shorts to caress his cock and he hissed out a curse.

"Jesus, Ivy..." he muttered.

He scooped her up effortlessly, her legs instinctively tangled around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding on as if she trusted him with her life—which, in many ways, she did. Winn walked them into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them without looking.

He placed her gently on the bed. He kissed his way down her neck slowly. Each kiss lingered. His fingers slid under the fabric of her nightdress, tugging it down inch by inch, exposing skin to his mouth, to his attention.

"God, I missed you," Ivy sighed. Her back arched slightly as his mouth found the top of her breasts, his kisses unrestrained now, kissing her nipples. Ivy’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him closer. Soft sighs turned into quiet moans.

He moved back up then, as if he sensed the moment tipping too far, too fast. His mouth captured her sounds with a kiss that was deeper, hungrier, stealing the air from her lungs. Ivy responded instinctively, her hips lifting, pressing into him, seeking contact.

He pushed his cock into her, giving her exactly what she was asking for even with layers of clothing still frustratingly in the way. It was enough to make her gasp his name, enough to make him groan against her mouth.

"Ivy, we shouldn’t do this," he whispered.

"Yeah, we should," she shot back without missing a beat, breathless but certain.

"Eugene?"

"I’ll have to break off the engagement obviously," Ivy said. "Kind of hard to explain... all of this."

"We can’t be together yet, babe."

"I know," she said softly, then more firmly, "Stop talking."

With a sudden burst of determination, Ivy flipped them over, surprising him. She straddled him briefly, hair falling around her face. She leaned down, kissing his neck slowly.

Winn sucked in a sharp breath, his hands curling into the sheets, torn between stopping her and surrendering completely.

She reached for his shorts, her fingers trembling slightly from the sheer intensity of the moment. Winn’s body was taut beneath her hands, every muscle coiled with anticipation. As she tugged the fabric down, revealing his erect cock, her breath hitched. She lowered her head, pressing her lips to the tip, tasting him.

The warmth of her mouth and the slight slick of precum drew a low groan from Winn, and she felt a shiver run through her own body at the sound. Every inch of him felt electric against her lips, and she reveled in the connection—the intimacy of touch, of need, of desire.

(Missydionne: Enjoy *wink*)