He should insist she rest, but Ian knew he was helpless to resist her. She tugged him to the bed, kissing him the entire time. His legs hit the edge of the mattress. Before he knew it, she had unbuttoned his shirt and was shoving it off his shoulders. Her hands were going to his waistband, but he stopped her.
“Hold on. You get me naked, and I won’t be able to hold back.”
She smiled up at him. “That’s the plan, Mix.”
Need filled her voice. He never thought he would like hearing her use his nickname at a time like this, but right now she could say anything in that throaty voice. It wrapped around him, sending sparks of heat surging through his blood as his dick shoved against the front of his pants.
“But I want you there.”
Her eyes sparkled and her smile turned into a grin. Fuck, he loved this woman.
“I’m pretty much there. I mean,” she said slipping her hands up her body to cup her breasts, “my nipples are hard.”
He licked his lips.
She dropped her hands and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “My panties are drenched.”
A shudder ran through him, and he was helpless to resist her. He knew that he would want her until the day he died. No one had ever gotten close to capturing his heart. So, he let her undo his pants and shove them and his knit boxers down. She wrapped her soft hand around his length.
He groaned on the first stroke. The woman was wicked with her fingers, dragging her thumb over the crown with each pump. A pearl of precum wet the head and she moaned. He knew before she dropped to her knees what her plan had been all along. Ian wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to hold himself back for long, but he wanted her wet mouth around his cock.
She licked the head of his penis before she took it completely into her mouth. Again and again, she took him into her mouth. He slid his fingers through her silky hair, surrendering to her ministrations, but only for so long. She took him right the precipice, but he wanted her with him.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling away and urging her up. It only took him seconds to get her naked and have her on the bed with her legs spread out for him.
With his mouth, tongue, and fingers, he brought her close to orgasm, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he pushed her there over and over and stopped short of letting her fall.
“Ian Charles Smith.” Irritation and need dripped from each syllable of his name.
He smiled as he rose to his knees, reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom. He had the package opened and rolled down his cock in record time. He looked down at the woman who had become the center of his universe and knew exactly what she needed.
He easily reversed their positions, while being careful of her thigh wound. She looked down at him as she straddled him, then took him in. With the setting sun casting a glow in the room, she rode him slow and easy at first. Her tight core clung to him, and he almost came the moment he first felt its clasp.
Soon, her rhythm increased, as she added a twist of her hips. He knew she was close and he definitely wanted to be there at the same time.
“That’s it, love. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
He slipped his hand down to where their bodies met to press against her clit. It sent her hurtling over into bliss as she screamed out his name. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his dick, pulling him deeper into her heat. Ian surrendered, joining her in pleasure.
She collapsed on top of him, their breaths the only sound in the room. Long moments later, he slipped out of bed to rid himself of the condom. He joined her back in bed, and like always, she rolled over into his arms. He never had to ask, and he had a feeling it would always be like this.
Her breath evened out, telling him she had fallen asleep. They both needed to work out how this was going to work. He didn’t want her to leave. In fact, if he had his way, she would just move in with him. He would also love it if she would work for Dillon. Those were problems for another day.
Right now, all he needed was this. The woman he loved safe in his arms.
Epilogue
Lila’s stomach clenched as she sat in the interview room. She was at a federal prison, waiting to talk to her father. He was still not cooperating with the government, and he said that he would as soon as he could talk to Lila.
Behind her stood Ian. The government wasn’t thrilled with that, but she had made it a requirement. He wasn’t allowed to say anything, but he was there for her. She looked down at her hands in her lap where her engagement ring sparkled. Ian had it designed for her. A round ruby, her birthstone, set in white gold. Ian’s birthstones, diamond, surrounded the ruby. She still couldn’t believe they were planning a wedding and a life together.
The door creaked open pulling her from her thoughts. She looked up to see her father shuffle in. He was in hand and leg cuffs. It had been three months, but he looked like he’d aged ten years.
Good.
In these last few months, she had been able to trace Viktor Romanov’s movements through the years. It had been a legend he had created years earlier for someone else. Someone she was sure was dead by now.
He settled in the chair across the table from her. He looked from her to Ian, then back to her.
