Becca’s stomach grumbled,prompting her toward the delicious smell. She dropped the envelope and picture on the counter and headed straight for the pizza.
“What was in the envelope?” Ian asked, pulling at the string of cheese from the pizza and shoving it into his mouth.
“The picture we were looking for. It was Betty who was scribbled out. She said she’ll explain everything tomorrow.”
“Thank God someone knows what the hell is going on,” Ian grumbled and grabbed some plates from the cupboards. “We’ve got the rest of the afternoon to relax.”
Becca’s lips twitched as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, letting the material drop to the floor. “I can think of other things to fill the time; things that are long overdue.”
She spun on her heels and paused to glance over her shoulder. “Bring the pizza. We’re going to need it for stamina.”
Chapter Ten
“I promised to be a gentleman,”Ian said, setting the pizza box on her dresser. “I told you this wasnae about sex. I wanted to earn your trust.”
Becca reached for the button on her jeans and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. Ian couldn’t look away. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and now…he wanted all of her.
From the soft curves of her hips to the swells of her bra-covered breasts. His erection hardened against his zipper, yet he remained unmoving, clenching his fist to still himself from reaching for her. If he gave in, there would be no turning back.
Becca walked over to him and reached for the buttons of his shirt. He placed his hands over hers until she met his gaze.
“Marry me.”
Her brows dipped, creating a crease between them. “No, but I told you that I’d meet your mother.”
“You drive me insane.” Ian pressed his lips to hers in a light caress as he held her head. Her fingers resumed working on unfastening his buttons. Her hunger matched his. He could feel the electricity in the air. The sultry way she watched him. What she wasn’t saying with her mouth she was telling him with her eyes. She was ripe like a forbidden fruit, and he was a man on the verge of starvation. Their coming together was going to be one she wouldn’t forget. Ian ripped the fabric of her pretty pink panties, to get them out of his way.
Her gasp was audible, even as she clutched his muscles and drew him closer.
He slid his fingers through her wet folds as he lowered her bra with his teeth. He took her breast into his mouth, and her nipple pebbled against his tongue. He sucked on the peak long and hard as he slipped a finger inside her tight channel. Becca dug her nails into his skin like a wildcat trying to hold her prey, the sharp sting making his need for her even greater. She was slick and tight as he worked herchannel. Her breath hitched as he scraped his teeth along her nipple. He registered each exhale, every move that her body responded to. He knew the minute he got inside of her he wasn’t going to last. He’d wanted this to be special, and special meant him keeping his clothes on until he’d had her in a frenzy and desperate to have him inside of her.
He brought her to the edge of her orgasm in a matter of minutes before he pulled his finger free and brought it to his mouth, tasting her sweet honey for the first time. Her taste made him moan and his cock throb. Every fiber of his being wanted her.
Lifting her off her feet, he carried her to the bed and removed her bra. He gazed at her, hungry. Splayed across the bed, she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Ian leaned down, settling between her thighs, his body spreading them wide. One taste would never be enough. He lowered his mouth to her mound and ran his tongue through her folds, tasting her desire. A rumble worked its way from his chest as he fought the urge to claim her. Whether she realized it or not, she was his.
Becca clenched his hair while arching her body off the bed, trying as she might to push her mound further into his mouth. He rested his arm over her hipsand held her down before lifting his head. “You’re a greedy wench.”
She struggled beneath his hold, and he slipped his fingers back inside her. A moan slipped from her lips as her body settled back onto the bed. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her…in time. She was hungry for him, but he wanted to savor the moment. It wasn’t every day he got to make love, for the first time, with his future wife.
“God, Becca, you’re beautiful, and so responsive to my touch,” he growled. He could spend hours just watching her, learning every way imaginable to please her.
She fisted the comforter as he worked his fingers faster inside her. His tongue found her clit, and he rubbed it in circles, driving her need higher. Her hips pressed against his arm. She was struggling to be closer, and he was barely hanging on by a thread, trying not to give in to her demands. He flicked the bud, driving her to a frenzy.
“Oh, Ian,” she said on a breath as her eyes slid closed.
Just hearing his name on her lips spurred him on. He sucked her bud between his lips and twisted his fingers until he found her G-spot. She bucked against his hold as he brought her over the edge, licking and sucking her juices asshe found her release. He slowed his movements, bringing her down from her high. His cock pressed painfully against his jeans as he rose from the bed.
He held her lusty gaze as he undressed in front of her. He stroked his cock from base to tip and watched her hands slide up her stomach to her beautiful breasts. She squeezed. There was nothing innocent about Becca.
He crawled up between her legs and held his weight over her, pressing his lips into hers. He aligned his cock to her entrance, and without a single word, he pressed inside, stealing her breath as her channel stretched to accommodate his girth. She felt like heaven, even better than he’d imagined, and he fought for control.
Her slick, wet folds fisted his cock, and he was ready to explode. It wouldn’t take but a few thrusts and he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Don’t stop.” She answered his unsaid words. “We’ve got all night to work on your stamina.”
Ian slid out. A moan escaped his lips before he pressed back inside her hot, tight channel. Over and over again, it took everything he had to hold out while he brought her back to the same state as him. Until each of them were barely hanging on by a thread.
“Fuck, Becca.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders and quickened his thrusts. His fingers circled her bud until he felt her channel pulsate around him.
