Becca dug her nails into his arms and slowly slid them down his skin. “I’m leaving my mark.”
“Fuck yes,” he said, and with two more thrusts, she screamed his name, and he spilled his seed, not slowing down until he was hard again and they were both on the brink of another orgasm. “What were you saying about my stamina?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before he had her screaming his name again in her third orgasm of the night. He finally slowed his stroke and waited for her eyes to open before he leaned down, pressing his sweaty body into hers, and kissed her lips.
“A girl could get used to that,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“You could have it for life, if you’d say yes.”
She chuckled as he slowly slid out of her and rested on the bed beside her. He pulled her into his chest. He wasn’t finished with her warm, slick body, but she was the one in need of feeding. He was just getting started.
They lay in bed, and he fed her pizza before they both took a bath, where he took her again. She was like a drug, andhe was the addict. The water sloshed over the edge of the tub as he pounded into her, needing to be as close to her as possible. Ian didn’t stop until they were both winded and could barely stand. And even then he wanted her.
Becca didn’t use the lights that night. There was no need since the sleeping she was doing was in short bursts, awakening for each other often. He had a year of sexual tension that she’d brought on him to burn off, and he planned to take her as much, and as long, as she’d let him.
Ian lay awake staring at the ceiling. Becca’s slow even breathing reassured him as she lay in his arms. Her naked body pressed against his. His hold on her tightened as he thought of everything that could have gone wrong earlier in the day, when she’d snuck away. Thankfully, Margarete had been with her. His sister was as strong as any warrior he knew. He’d taught her to fight. Ian kissed Becca’s forehead. If he’d had time, he would have taught his sexy American too. He still would when he finally got her to Scotland.
He was slowly breaking her resolve. She would be his wife. It didn’t matter if it was tomorrow or in a year. This woman was the only one he wanted. She’d had his heart for the last year, even if she hadn’t realized it.
“Get out of your head,” Becca said, moving to rest on her elbow. “And stop calling me your wife.”
Ian pressed his lips to hers. “You’ll say yes one day, lass. You might as well give in.”
“Never,” she said with a wink, and he rolled on top of her in an attempt to remind her of what she’d get when she finally agreed.
Hours later, Ian was woken to Becca digging her nails into his chest, and her breathing quickened.
“Becca, what do you see?” Ian whispered while running his fingers through her hair.
She didn’t answer, so he repeated the question, a little louder this time with more authority in his voice, as if demanding she tell him.
“My house,” she answered.
Ian’s fingers stilled as his body tightened.
“What angle of the house, baby?”
“My window.”
“Which window?” he asked, trying to tame the anger in his voice.
“My bedroom window,” she answered.
Ian slipped out of the bed and threw the curtains back to peer out in the darkness. Becca slowly woke behind him.
“Ian, what is it? Is he there?”
“I donae see him, lass,” Ian answered while shutting the curtains. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them up his legs. “Where’s your gun?”
She grabbed her spare gun from the bedside table and tried to hand it to him. He pushed her hand away. “Keep it close. I’m going to take a look around.”
“You might need it.” Her voice trembled.
Ian cupped her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I can handle myself. Donae leave the room.”
Ian didn’t wait to see if she’d argue before he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and fired off a text message. He stomped through the house and turned off the alarm before slipping out the front door, locking it behind him. He slipped around the side of the house, hoping to catch this asshole before he had time to run.
He took to the tree line and into the green brush, stopping every few seconds to listen for anything out of place. Only crickets chirping nearby greeted him. He continued looking until he was satisfied that no one was hiding in the trees before he headed back to her house. He walked back inside and reset the alarm, finding everything as still as he’d left it.
