Before he even finished his second sentence, Lila was convulsing, his name on her lips as she lost herself to her orgasm. She shouted his name, her body completely bowing off the bed. He would remember the sight of her release for the rest of his life. She was lost in bliss, a slight sheen of perspiration leaving her skin looking dewy. He had never been this gratified from just making his partner orgasm before. It was exhilarating…almost addicting.
Bloody hell, he was definitely becoming an addict. He should be freaked out by it, but he wasn’t. Instead, he wanted more, wanted to hear her moans, wanted to give her only pleasure.
After slipping off the bed, he tore at his clothes, his own hunger spurring him into a frenzy. He didn’t question his motives, her motives, all he cared about was getting inside of her. And that should scare the hell out of him, but it didn’t. Ian knew he would probably analyze the hell out of his actions after tonight, but at the moment, all he wanted was to be inside of her.
Before tossing his pants away, he retrieved his wallet and grabbed a condom. He had it out and rolled it on, his gaze locked with hers. Lila licked her lips as her eyes slipped down his body.
“Mix, you are put together in the best way,” she said, her voice shimmering with the heat from her orgasm.
He wanted to laugh, again. He had never been an easy lover, never wanted to laugh in bed, but this woman, she did it to him all the time. No matter what the situation, even when she had been mocking him. Especially when she was mocking him.
“I could say the same thing about you, but that would not do you any justice.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You say sweet things to me when I’m naked. I like that.”
There was a sincerity beneath her words that wound into his heart, squeezing it tight. This woman was constantly surprising him, and he wasn’t sure that there would ever be a moment she didn’t.
She was wrong though. He wasn’t sweet. He kept his gaze connected to hers, unable to let her think he was some sweet thing to treasure.
“I’m about to teach you not to call me sweet, Lila.”
Her mouth opened, then snapped shut, and he didn’t blame her. He felt…unrestricted with her, his voice deepening over every syllable. He could let out the inner beast he kept under control in front of others—even former lovers. With her, he wanted her to know everything about him.
“Roll over and up on your knees.”
“Excuse me?”
God help him, that damned pissed off tone of hers was going to be the death of him. It aroused him every time she used it. Instead of giving her the order again, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her onto her stomach.
“Mix—”
She broke off whatever she was about to say when he smacked her on the ass. He would like to say he didn’t gain satisfaction from the red mark on her flesh, or the narrowed look he got over her shoulder.
“You said you understood.”
She opened her mouth to blast him, he was sure. But he gave her another smack on the other buttock, though not as hard as the last one. Lila shivered and he knew he had her. She was always in control, the one who seemed to balance all the spinning plates. Letting someone take over in the bedroom would be a way to release stress.
He smacked her ass once more. She closed her eyes and shivered again. Ian shoved two fingers inside of her and almost came right then and there. Still tight and still so fucking wet. Lila pressed back and was in rhythm with him. Fuck she was magnificent. As her moans grew louder, Ian took her right to the edge before removing his fingers.
“Hey!”
He took hold of her by her hip with one hand, then positioned his dick at her center. He could feel the heat of her pussy and all he wanted to do was take and take and take. With one hard thrust he was inside of her. Her inner walls clamped tight onto his cock. Grinding his teeth, he fought against the urgency now running through his body. Instead, he held himself still.
“Now, say please.”
Again, those amazing eyes zeroed in on him. He felt the connection all the way to his soul, but he would control himself. Maybe.
“No.”
That one little word uttered with such defiance was more intoxicating than anything else he had ever experienced. Fuck, she was made for him. He shoved her thighs further apart, then settled a hand between her shoulder blades. He knew in this position, it would be difficult to move.
Pulling almost all the way out, he then plunged back into her warmth.
“Say please and I will let you come again.”
Then, to prove that he had complete control, he smacked her ass again. She vibrated with the need for release. Everything in his soul was urging him to do just that, but he kept moving. With one more smack to her ass, she finally broke.
“Please.” It was said from behind clenched teeth, but he didn’t care.
