Then Ian abruptly stopped, leaving her panting against the wall. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
He didn’t take his hands off her, but he closed his eyes as though pulling himself together. “I don’t know.”
He wasn’t changing his mind on her now, was he? “Ian!” She didn’t care that she sounded desperate. She was desperate.
He looked up at her sharply. “Is this what you want?”
“No, this is not what I want. What I want is for you to get back to kissing me. Then for you to push me against this wall and do unspeakable things until we both come to our senses.”
He wet his lips and stared at her, giving Kelsey a terrible second to believe she was the only one who wanted those things, despite what the bulge in his pants suggested. But she must have only shocked him, because the second passed, and Ian’s mouth crashed back into hers. His tongue tormented hers, slick and demanding. His hands squeezed her backside, pressing her into his body. Pressing his erection into her abdomen and turning the ache between her legs into an unbearable throbbing.
She wasn’t used to this. With Anthony, she’d needed tons of foreplay to get this aroused, and even then, she’d never been able to quiet her brain. With Ian, the past ten days felt like all the foreplay she needed. She was ready, painfully so, for the main event.
So why not do something about that? She didn’t wait for a man to take charge any other time.
Kelsey unclenched her hands from Ian’s sweatshirt and undid the button on his jeans. For her brazenness, she was rewarded with a most delicious moan and a sharp intake of his breath. Ian stopped kissing her, which was unfortunate, but she could see it was because he was fighting for control.
She liked that. She liked it a lot. The strain on his face might even be more arousing than kissing him.
Deciding where to focus her eyes was impossible, and Kelsey’s gaze switched back and forth between Ian’s face and his jeans as she unzipped them. His abdominal muscles twitched next to her hands. She took a moment to focus just on them—strong and lean—like she knew they’d be from his photos. A line of sandy blond hair disappeared into the waist of his boxer briefs. She traced a finger down it—soft skin, hard muscles, a veritable silk road of goodness until she slipped her hand beneath the elastic and wrapped her fingers around the prize.
Ian closed his eyes, and fell forward, bracing himself on the wall behind her. “Fuck.”
It occurred to Kelsey that she’d never heard him swear before, and she liked that a lot too. She had half a mind to point it out, but that could lead to more talking, and she didn’t want to talk. Instead she wet her lips in anticipation of all those fantasies she had of licking Ian becoming reality.
“Don’t do that.” He practically growled out the words.
She had no time to ask What? because Ian cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her again, impossibly harder than the last time. She squirmed in his grasp, unwilling to let go of his cock, and the harder she involuntarily squeezed him, the rougher his mouth was. And shit, she liked that too.
Ian released her mouth all at once, leaving her gasping for breath and too distracted to do anything else. It was a moment of weakness. He’d kissed the control right out of her and she could barely stand. While Kelsey tried to recover, Ian’s hands tugged on her shirt, and reluctantly she let go of him so he could pull it over her head.
Her skin was cool without the extra layer, but she flushed anyway. Ian’s eyes were bright, assessing her, and she tried to meet his gaze, but he was no longer looking at her face. His fingers looped around her bra straps, draping them over her shoulders. Her breasts were nothing special. They were as tiny as the rest of her, but under Ian’s attentiveness, they felt swollen as he peeled her bra’s fabric lower. His fingertips brushed her skin, hardening her already tender nipples, and Kelsey gave in and closed her eyes as pleasure shot straight down to her groin. She was barely aware that Ian was sliding her bra off. All her effort was focused on her breathing.
“You are so beautiful.” His voice was thick. “These are so beautiful.”
Kelsey whimpered as Ian’s thumbs flicked over her nipples. “Stop torturing me.”
“Revenge.” The thumbs stopped, replaced by his tongue, and the comment on her lips dissolved with the rest of her.
“Oh my God.” Kelsey grabbed him about the shoulders and tangled one hand through his hair to stay upright as slick heat circled her right breast. He sucked and nipped at her, one side and the other, until her knees wobbled. “Ian, please.”
He paused, and that wasn’t what she wanted either. “Please what?”
“Fuck me.” She was begging. What the hell had gotten into her? The day Kelsey Porter asked anything of a man, never mind begged one, should have been a shameful day. But this didn’t feel shameful at all. Not when Ian knelt in front of her, lips wet, eyes darkened with lust, his pants hanging open and revealing an enormous bulge in his underwear. One that made her body ache with need. No, this was perfection.
“I thought that’s what I was doing.” He smiled slyly.
She pulled more tightly on his hair for his audacity. “Get inside me.”
“Okay.” There was mischief on his face that she didn’t have time to contemplate except to acknowledge that it looked good on him. Then Ian yanked down the leggings she’d been wearing, taking her panties with them.
But rather than stand and remove the rest of his own clothing, he pressed his face against her stomach. The stubble, the scratchy hair she’d longed to have rubbed all over her, now did as he kissed his way from her belly button down. She wanted to protest. This wasn’t what she’d meant, and he damn well knew it. But she had no words. The noises coming out of her mouth as his lips brushed the patch of hair between her legs were nothing short of animal-like. Ian’s fingers pushed her thighs wider, and she spread her legs because resisting was impossible. His tongue split her folds in two, and oh my God.
Time had helped her forget how good this was. She’d been with Anthony for almost two years, and he’d only ever gone down on her twice, because he hadn’t liked doing it. Yet here was Ian on his knees for her. Ian, who’d just decided he wanted to do this with no prompting. His hot breath tickling her sensitive flesh. His tongue, wet and persistent. And his lips, homing in on her clit, circling and sucking. She was going to collapse against the wall.
She did when he slipped his first finger inside her. Kelsey tried to hold out, to prolong the release as long as possible, but she couldn’t take it anymore. A cry that probably startled her poor dogs tore from her throat, but she couldn’t think about that either as her body shook and her breath gave way.
Ian nursed her down gently, slowing his tongue, releasing the pressure on her clit as the orgasm subsided. Once all that was left was his breath against her tender skin, a sensation as strangely erotic as his tongue had been, she managed to catch her own wind.
“Holy shit.” It was the only thing she could say, so Kelsey repeated it as Ian more or less held her upright and stood himself.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She narrowed her eyes, wanting to respond with something snarky, but Ian’s face was as flushed as her own, and his eyes continued to rake over her body like she was his to consume. And oh, that bulge in his boxer briefs remained.
Snark could wait. She’d rather be consumed.
Kelsey reached for him again, temporarily sane enough to register how big he felt in her hand, and she silently said a word of thanks to Mr. Happy for keeping her company. Otherwise she suspected this might be initially less than pleasant.
“I did enjoy it.” She licked her lips. “But you still haven’t had your way with me against the wall.”
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DID KELSEY HAVE any idea how those words affected him? It had taken all of Ian’s willpower to not ram his cock into her the moment she had unzipped his jeans. And w
hen she’d wrapped her fingers around him and licked her lips, he’d been half a breath from coming right there like some overeager teenager. From the first moment she’d showed up on his doorstep he’d struggled to stop thinking about what he’d like to do to her. No matter how gorgeous she was, he’d had to remember he disliked her. So once he realized she was extremely likable, his imagination had been a force he couldn’t contain.
And now she was standing in front of him, completely naked, asking him for more while the taste of her lingered on his tongue. Her pert breasts were wet with his kisses, her pouty lips red and swollen. His hands had left impressions on her soft hips where he’d held on to her. None of his fantasies had gone like this, and he clearly needed to fire his imagination for being wholly inadequate.
It was too bad he couldn’t look at her and bury himself in her at the same time. He didn’t want to stop drinking her in, but his balls wailed with the torture.
“Ian.” Kelsey reached for him, and he grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the wall and kissing her again.
She was so demanding, which shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was Kelsey, after all. But even more surprising was how much he liked it. How much it turned him on.
She whimpered into his mouth, and Ian knew he’d go to bed hearing that sound over and over.
“Whatever you wish.”
Kelsey gasped as he released her and yanked off his shirt. “You’ll regret saying that later,” she said.
Ian grinned. “It only works when you’re naked.”
“If I’m naked when I ask you to clean my house, will you do it?”
Probably, yes. “You can try it later.”
“God, you’re pretty. Will you clean naked?”
Ian almost dropped his wallet as he retrieved the condom he hadn’t been entirely sure he had on him. Now that would have been a tragedy that eclipsed Romeo and Juliet. “I’m pretty?”
He was aware that he was at least attractive enough that he’d never had a hard time finding a date or a hookup when he made the time for such things. But the word pretty was new.
Kelsey was watching him, the blue of her irises seeming especially bright as her gaze roamed his body up and down. “Yes. You don’t feel emasculated by me using that word, do you?”
Her voice held a challenge, but considering she was naked and gazing at him with unrestrained need, he might never have felt more potently male before in his life.
Ian closed the distance between them until he was close enough that the tips of those perfect nipples brushed against him and his erection pressed into her stomach. The feel of that alone left him trembling. It was true he hadn’t had sex since moving to Alaska, but that in no way excused his body for forgetting that he was a fully grown adult who shouldn’t be ready to burst all over a gorgeous woman just because they touched.
“Do I look like I feel emasculated?”
Kelsey smiled, and her fingers curled around his length, forcing Ian to close his eyes and fight for control. “Now that you mention it, no. This is not the cock of a man who has any reason to ever feel emasculated.”
“You. Are. Killing me.” If she moved a single damn finger, it might be all over for him.
“Then get inside me. Do you like hearing me beg?”
Ian wasn’t sure in what universe that tone could be considered begging, but yes, he very much liked it. “Whatever you wish.”
He kissed her mercilessly, enjoying the squeal of surprise and using the moment of distraction to remove her hand from his cock before she caused more trouble. Then, once she’d quieted, he rolled on the condom.
Ian gave himself a moment, a breath, to pause as he pushed his tip into her. She was slick and warm and absolutely perfect, and he had to wait just a bit to savor this. He didn’t see how he was going to be able to take it slowly, but he had to try for her sake.
Kelsey’s hands slid over his arms and trailed down his chest until they landed on his hips, and she pulled him closer. “Why are you torturing me?” Her voice was barely audible.
“I’m trying not to lose control.”
“You are the most insufferable man I’ve ever met. Lose it.” She yanked harder on him this time, positioning herself so that he slipped in deeper.
She’d given him permission, or more like orders. Who was he not to give her what she wanted?
Ian pushed her back against the wall, his mouth crashing into hers. He chased her tongue, sucking and feasting, trying to envelope her in the same heat she had around him. Kelsey’s moan initially made him worry he’d hurt her, but before he could ask if she was okay, she raised her leg, leveraging him deeper inside her.
Ian obliged, grabbing her thigh and nestling himself more tightly against her. He could feel her grinding herself against him, so he wrapped his other hand around her, angling his fingers to apply more pressure to her most sensitive skin. Kelsey rewarded him for the slightly awkward position with a most gorgeous noise.
“Oh, God. Harder.” Her fingers dug into his ass.
Yes, absolutely harder. He slammed into her again and again, unsure how much longer he could keep this up. She smelled so good, not just of the fruity shampoo, but of sweat and musk, and her skin was the most delicious thing he’d tasted in ages.
Kelsey’s lips pressed into his chest, her teeth grazing him, biting him lightly. She was going to be the end of him. Normally, he tried to take it slowly, make sure his partner was fully benefitting before he let himself go. But with Kelsey, he was already half gone. He couldn’t restrain himself; he wanted her too much. And that would be a problem if she didn’t come soon.
Ian increased the tempo with his fingers as they glided over her. “Come for me, please. I can’t do this much longer.”
Now who was begging?
Miraculously, she did a couple of thrusts later, her scream muffled as she buried her face in his chest. He wished she hadn’t done that. He wanted to hear how loud she was, but feeling her breath on him and her mouth closing down on his skin wasn’t a bad consolation prize. Nor was her tongue, running upward, licking his nipple and heading toward his shoulder.
It was her tongue that did him in. He came hard just as her own spasms were slowing down around him. Ian shuddered, struggling to hold on to her as his world temporarily dissolved.
Reality came back bleakly as he caught his breath. His chin rested on Kelsey’s head. Her arms had crept upward, and she held herself up around his waist. Gently, Ian released her leg, helping her lower it to the floor and back to what was surely a more comfortable position.
He was exhausted. Utterly spent and temporarily confused as to why he was in Kelsey’s house to begin with. Then it came back all at once, like the room’s cold air hitting him: dogs.
He much preferred the sex.
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* * *
“DOGS?” IAN WAS pacing around Kelsey’s kitchen after she came back downstairs from cleaning up. He’d heard them greet her at the top of the steps. So much barking and clunking of feet. Under normal circumstances, he’d be a live wire, knowing how close they were and wondering how easily they could get out of whatever cage Kelsey had trapped them in.
But the absolutely amazing sex had blown out his nerves. Ian’s stomach twisted with concern, but he was way calmer than he’d otherwise have been. Kelsey couldn’t have planned a better way to get him relaxed. It was devious or genius—possibly both.
“In a moment.” Kelsey’s hands were buried in her shirt sleeves, and she crossed the living room with a contemplative expression. “We should talk about what just happened first.”
That was probably a good idea, and it didn’t hurt that it put off the dogs for a bit longer. “Right. So that was . . .” He intended to say a onetime thing, but his brain kept wanting to substitute words like amazing or fantastic. That sent the wrong message, so Ian faltered and he gripped a countertop to stop
himself from waving his hands around in agitation.
“A fluke?” Kelsey suggested. “An act that’s not to be repeated?”
Ian nodded, grateful that she was the one to say it. “Exactly. Good way to put it.”
Normally, he’d have made his intentions regarding relationships clear in advance. That was, he didn’t have time for them. But Ian was starting to realize phrases like normally and under normal circumstances didn’t much apply to Kelsey. She somehow could not only push all his buttons, for good and for ill, but could shove him outside his comfort zone as well. Such was his entire reason for being at her house.
Kelsey’s shoulders sagged with such relief that Ian almost took offense, regardless of the fact that they shared the same end goal. She poured a glass of water, which she offered to him. “It was good though?”
Ian couldn’t tell whether she was asking or stating a truth, and her back was to him as she filled her own glass, lending him no clues. That made it easier to answer her honestly. “If I say it was amazing, will you accuse me of unwarranted effusive praise again?”
Kelsey’s smile as she turned around was simply delightful, and it warmed him all over. “No, but if you say ‘fuck’ again, I can’t promise I won’t take that as an order.”
He laughed, feeling his cheeks redden, and simultaneously tried to not give in to the temptation. They’d both agreed that there would be no repeat performance. He had to stick to that. “That’s cruel.”
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