There is no way he could ignore that challenge. He had been truthful before. Every time she had spoken to him, especially lately, he had gotten turned on. All that time, the intimacy of their interactions, it had been foreplay. Now, the fierce hunger he had for her was frightening even to him.
When he didn’t answer right away, her face flamed in embarrassment.
“Never mind.”
He had wanted her to step away—but that wasn’t exactly honest. The man he was had to warn her, especially when she had told him she wasn’t equipped to handle a man like him. This was different though.
He tightened his hold on her waist. “No, I need you to understand. I am not an easy man. I will not make this easy on you. This is the one time I will warn you away from me.”
Her gaze shot up to his face. “What?”
“Listen, I want you more than my next breath.”
“Sure, Mix.”
He heard the doubt in her voice. “Dammit, woman, I have been walking around half aroused since that kiss. Do you know I almost came in my pants just from that kiss?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.
“I just needed to make sure you understood there is no going back from this.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you’re mine. Only mine.” Forever.
Bloody hell, the one thought had his lungs seizing. He barely knew her. No, that was a lie. He did know her. She was quirky to hide that soft heart of hers. She took time out to save people, while putting herself at risk, and she never asked for anything in return. She had a wicked tongue that could put him in his place no matter what the occasion.
But he wanted more than just this night. He wanted more. His mind whirled with the implications, but Ian discovered he didn’t give a damn. Never in his life had he felt this connected to a woman, this…in sync. They argued all the time, she drove him crazy, but she was the one for him.
Ian was smart enough not to say that. Instead, he kept his gaze steady on hers.
“We only have tonight.” The finality of her tone made his nonexistent heart hurt. “Maybe another one. This…could go badly.”
He knew she didn’t mean the two of them having sex. She was talking about the situation. He couldn’t fight her belief that she would die. His fingers tightened on her waist.
“Let me worry about what’s going to happen,” he said, urging her closer. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers. “My main focus at the moment is making you scream my name.”
Without any warning, he lifted her up off the floor and tossed her on the king-sized bed. Her surprised laugh filled the room. Ian realized he had never really heard her laugh like that. It gave him pause because he realized that he wanted to make her laugh like that every day for the rest of her life.
He settled his hands on either side of her, pressing them into the mattress. She met him halfway, as he settled his mouth over hers. The craving that he had been dealing with over the last few months exploded in that kiss. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, and he stole inside as he eased her down on the mattress.
Both of them had too many clothes on. Rising up off of her, he helped her out of hers, tugging them off and soon she was naked.
“Fuck me.” She was gorgeous. He barely paid attention to the bandage covering her stomach, because she had the prettiest tits he had ever seen. Just big enough for his hands, with pink nipples. Ian reached out and tugged on one.
“Ian,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing he felt in his gut.
Lust had him leaning down to take it into his mouth. The moment his mouth touched her flesh, she jerked, then another moan slipped out of her. He pulled her nipple deep into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. At the same time, he plucked her other nipple, loving the way her moans were growing in volume.
He needed more. Careful of her injury, he kissed his way down her body. When he reached her pussy, he settled between her legs. Without hesitation, he licked her slit. She was already so fucking wet, but he wanted more, needed to prove to her just how much she needed him.
He speared his tongue inside of her and the taste of her exploded over his taste buds. Bloody hell, the woman was delicious. Tart and sweet, just like Lila. The intoxicating flavor of her had his head spinning. It shot straight to his dick, and he felt more than little precum wet the head of it.
She speared her fingers into his hair, while moaning his name over and over. He took her clit into his mouth, sucking on it, while thrusting a finger inside of her. Her inner muscles clamped hard around his digit. She was so fucking tight, he couldn’t wait until her snug passage was wrapped around his dick. He worked another finger inside of her, pressing his thumb against her clit.
Her moans grew louder, her fingers gripping the strands of his hair so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was her pleasure.
He lifted his head to look up her body. “That’s it, love. Come for me.”
