He shakes his head. “I tried. I really did. But the truth is that I only married her because she got pregnant with Killian.” He props his head on his elbow, watching me through the darkness with an earnestness that nearly steals my breath. “I’ve only ever loved one woman.” His gaze drifts down to my mouth and back, and his lips part and close as if he’s about to say something.
I can barely breathe when he leans over me and turns on the bedside lamp. His gaze is even starker in the soft light as he once again leans over me and speaks with a grave seriousness that goes straight to my heart.
“Jenna, I want you in my life.Afterthe competition. I’m not sure how it’s going to work. I can’t let you stay here if Killian is not comfortable with it. He’s my son. I have to do what’s right for him. But I’m not letting you go. I promise you that. And this is not an empty promise I can’t keep. If you’ll have me, I’m staying.”
Tears spring to my eyes, sudden and overwhelming. I can’t believe what he’s saying. I bring my bandaged hand to my eyes, but Ian gently nudges it away and brushes his own fingers across my cheeks to catch the tears that are already spilling.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” A stab of pain spears my chest at the memory of his response the last time I said something similar.
“I mean it, Jenna. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in years. Killian and you—not just him—are what matters most to me. I’ll find a way to make room for you both. I promise that. I won’t let Killian get between us. He’s my son, but he’s also a grown man. He’ll have to find a way to deal with it.”
My eyes fall shut. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. He’s putting me first. For the first time, I’m what truly matters to another person. And not just anyone, but this caring, powerful, amazing man. My chest swells with emotion, more tears pebbling from my closed eyes.
Leaning in, Ian presses his lips to my cheeks, kissing away the tears, wrapping me in tender care. His hand slips into my hair, curving around my nape, tender yet firm. Bringing his lips close to mine, he hovers a breath away. “I’m done waiting,” he whispers, his exhale tickling my skin, his words swooshing through me with anticipation.
I open my eyes, falling captive to the claim of his gaze. “For what?”
51
The Innocence
Ian
“This,” I say, crawling on top of Jenna and slipping a hand between her legs.
Her eyes go wide when I push a finger inside her pussy. “Are you…”
“I’m taking your virginity.”
Surprise, nervousness, and anticipation flit across her face, tightening her lips, making them part, knitting her brow, then softening her gaze.
“I’m done waiting,” I growl, adding another finger, easily slipping deep inside as her opening grows more slick by the second. “You belong to me, Jenna. Through and through. I want you to feel it.” I pull out, then slam back inside, drawing a choked yelp from her.
“You might have had a dick inside here before.” I pump hard a few more times. “But you haven’t truly been fucked, have you?”
She makes a quick shake of her head.
“I’m going to be the first man who shows you what it truly means to be fucked.”
Her brows tighten as I keep finger-fucking her, hard.
“I’m gonna show you what true pleasure is.” Saying those words, seeing her pained expression, I realize something. This is her first time. It’s a chance to correct all the wrongs I’ve done by giving her a goodfirstexperience, not fueled by manipulation or coercion. Just pure, unadulterated desire. “I’m gonna make you feel good, Jenna,” I say, slowing down, stroking her walls gently but deeply, crooking my fingers to hit that spot she’s probably never felt.
Her reaction is immediate, mouth dropping open, stunned pleasure widening her eyes. “Ian,” she moans, bucking her hips up.
“Yes, my sweet Jenna. This is how it’s supposed to feel.” I keep stroking her, just in the right spot, and she starts jerking and stuttering, trying to speak, but unable to form or find the words. Her head drops back, chest bucking up, pleasure overtaking her and drawing her tight.
“T-too much,” she stutters, clawing at the sheets, reaching for my arm to slow me down.
I relieve some of the pressure on her G-spot, just stroking slowly, scissoring my fingers a little to really make her feel the movement inside her.
She softens into the mattress, breath coming calmer, the pleasure rolling more naturally through her.
I smile. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Her eyes brighten, pure joy radiating from her. “Yes,” she gasps, “so good.”
I take my cock in my other hand, stroking slowly. It’s already getting hard, just from seeing her pleasure. I don’t need to hurt or humiliate her to enjoy her. Her pure desire is more than enough. “Would you like something bigger in here?” I ask.
