Ian’s lips turned upward into a roguish smile. “Well, then, we will have to remedy that situation. Often.”
Cassie chuckled and rested her head on his chest. “What happens now?” She interlocked her fingers with his.
“With us or the situation?”
“Both.”
“I will make a very public display about your horrible death. The media is going to work for us for a change. And you, my little vixen, are going to keep doing what you need to. Martin is your security chief, so you two need to get to know each other. And you need to stop making my medical personnel crazy, including yanking out that feeding tube.” Ian tapped her nose.
Her eyes darkened. “I put all of you in danger. Two good people died tonight. My family, your family. Kieran. My god, Monique is pregnant.” She shook her head. “Oh God, Ian, it’s a secret.”
Ian smiled. “Wow, a baby. I won’t break your confidence.”
“Tuck, Eric, and Martin could have died in the blast. And you—look what they did to you.”
Ian paled. “Sweetheart, they almost killed you.”
Cassie silenced him with a kiss. “You can’t know that; hindsight is always twenty-twenty. You are in no way responsible.”
Ian rolled her beneath him, his arms flexing to keep him from crushing her. “Cassie, I love you.” His mouth trailed kisses along her jaw.
A soft moan of pleasure escaped from her swollen lips. He continued the erotic kisses across her chest while playing with her exquisite breasts, and her body grew relaxed and pliable under his touch. One hand caressed her belly, and his mouth followed, providing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body. Resting in the vee of her thighs, he used his thumbs to open her folds. A half-sigh, half-cry of pleasure echoed when Ian made first contact, his tongue surging along her feminine length. There was no panic. Instead, she pressed up against him.
“Oh, my, Ian!”
Using his pointer to stimulate her bud, his tongue probed and lapped her sweet nectar. When he slipped his ring finger inside her, Cassie panted, her body instinctively rocking against his tongue as the sensation intensified. She begged, “Make love to me.” Her hips ground against him, sliding against his hardness, her damp heat penetrating his silk boxers.
He nuzzled his way up her body. “Cassie, you’re in control. Anything you want.”
“I want you, Ian.” She reached for the edge of his boxers.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”
“I’m ready. I’m not afraid.”
He lifted his hips and eased down his boxers. His cock, freed from its confinement, was long and thick. Cassie had trouble wrapping her small hand around him.
* * *
Sensing her concern, Ian wrapped his hand around hers, guiding it. “I won’t hurt you. Ever. We’ll go slow.” He suckled her earlobe.
Cassie inhaled sharply as her eyes took on a dreamy haze. His mouth caressed the tender skin behind her ear, followed by kisses to her cheeks. Together, their fingers continued to explore him. He encouraged her thumb to spread the drops of his escaping essence.
Ian needed to be sure she was ready. He didn’t want her to have morning-after regrets or discomfort. He used his other hand to stimulate her warm, wet lower lips, stretching her tunnel to make room for him.
“Please, Ian.” The words came in a hoarse cry.
He reached across the bed to his night table drawer. “Are you sure?”
Cassie squeezed him tighter.
Ian chuckled. “Easy, sweetheart, or this will be over before we start.” He tore the foil wrapper open with his teeth and slid the covering down his length. In a slow, gentle roll, he sat her on his thighs. “You’re in charge.”
Cassie adjusted her legs and raised her body above his. Rubbing herself over his silky, hard cock, she lowered herself.
“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Ian used his iron will to resist the urge to lunge up into her. “Am I hurting you?”
The look of pleasure on her face and a shake of her head answered his question. After her body slowly accepted his, she cuddled against his chest. “You feel so good.” Her nipples brushed against his skin, making him quake with desire.
