She laughed softly. Before she could speak, he reached for her zipper and drew it down, down, down. The quiet sliding noise became an erotic counterpoint, an anticipation drawn tight and ready to spring loose. She pushed the robe off her shoulders and tossed it onto the foot of the bed. Next, he worked on the buttons of her flannel pajama top, his knuckles brushing against her skin. She almost held her breath, like a virgin might during her first sexual encounter. A moment ago, she’d been full of confidence, but now his touch undid her one link at a time, one heartbeat away from sex with a man she knew would bring her the most exquisite encounter she’d ever known. She ached to open to Ian, to let him know her in the most elemental way. Yet she feared what would happen and what he’d find when he reached her deepest, most buried essence.
He stopped halfway down, diving in to take a kiss. He wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her nearer. As his mouth feasted on hers, hungry and ravenous, he slipped one hand into her open flannels and cupped her breast. She moaned in soft desire as he kneaded her flesh. When he brushed his fingers over her already hard nipple, she jerked a little in his arms as heated ecstasy tightened the bud. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth as he pulled at her nipple, each tug upon sensitive flesh drawing her desire closer to culmination. He worked the tight nipple, brushing over it with his thumb, then twisting and plucking until she squirmed in his arms with unbearable desire. She pulled back from his kiss, her heart pounding fiercely.
She reached for the last button on her top. As the button came loose, he eased the garment off her shoulders and down over her wrists and fingers. He laid it over the footboard.
In the low light, his intense gaze concentrated on one feature at a time. His palms coasted over her shoulders, a slow movement with both hands as he slid down over her upper arms, then to forearms and wrists.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he consumed her with his heated gaze.
She’d never been observed like this before, with the single-minded purpose of a man determined to enjoy and please. She breathed in deeply and his scent, so heady and arousing, almost made her reach for him. Waiting, as the wonderful tension heightened, felt somewhere between torture and madness and the most dazzling happiness she could imagine. Sometimes sex came on an impulse like this, unplanned and brought about by unstoppable desire. Tonight would be a quality experience of soul-wrenching completeness. It felt more than right.
She looked into his eyes often now. There she saw amazing, primitive desires rise up and swallow him. Having him this helpless made her feel more vulnerable as well. No regrets and no holding back.
He lifted her hand and turned her palm over, then leaned in to taste her wrist. He breathed in deeply. As his breath and kiss flickered over tender skin, she shivered.
“Ian.” Synna knew her voice sounded quivery. She didn’t care, out of control and hanging by a small tether of restraint. “This is driving me insane.”
Ian cupped her breast, and for a flash-fire second she was self-conscious. The rapt look in his sea-tossed eyes refused to let her feel inadequate.
With a groan, he leaned in and captured one nipple between his lips. She gasped as heat tingled in her breast and burst into life. He sucked, starting with soft draws of his lips, then deep pulls. He manipulated the bud with his tongue, with licks and maddening tastes. She closed her eyes and dove into sensation, her heartbeat quickening as delicious pleasure danced through her breast. She trembled in his arms, sharp need darting into her lower stomach. His hands palmed her hips and drew the flannel bottoms downward until they pooled around her ankles. He moaned and the vibration tingled in her nipple as he sucked and licked with greedy attention.
Switching to her other breast, he cupped the tender globe. She looked down at his big palm, his long fingers shaping her. Nothing prepared her for the profound tug of excitement his gentle massage brought. Her senses soared as he drew his thumb and finger upward and clasped the already hard nipple.
As he pinched the tight nipple, her lips parted on a soft moan, her delight stirring to maddening depths. He tormented with steady brushes and tugs. Every flick of his tongue, every movement of his fingers made her breathy moans come deeper, more desperate until she didn’t care how she sounded or looked.
Grabbing at his waist, she worked at his belt. When her fingers trembled, clumsy with desire, he released her long enough to make short work of the buckle. As he undid it, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and dragged it upward. She drew the sweater up and over his head and lobbed it onto the end of the bed. Leaning over, he drew off his black boots. He tossed them into a corner, along with his socks. He stripped away his pants and black briefs with a few tugs and discarded them.
Oh my, my.
If ever a man described delicious, Ian did. Ian’s body personified masculine beauty in her eyes. People defined handsomeness in different ways, but she knew any woman looking upon his gorgeous physique would think the same thing. His skin glowed golden, flattered and framed by the ambient light. His body promised commanding protection and shelter from the storm. What woman wouldn’t love his broad shoulders, sculpted biceps and strong forearms? She’d always loved his hands. Long fingers and broad palms made masculine, strong hands. Yet their elegant design and perfect lines made them beautiful rather than ugly. And, ah. That chest. Powerful, with russet hair trailing over hard pecs and down over a six-pack stomach. Long, stalwart legs peppered with hair ended with strong feet.
The coup de grâce came in the attributes between his legs. His cock stood erect from a nest of brown hair. Thick and long, his masculinity made her mouth go dry. As she stared in total awe, his cock twitched, hardening even more, engorging with obvious excitement. His balls hung firm and large. She imagined that incredible hardness pushing deep between her legs, feeling the broad head piercing deeper and deeper until he touched her womb… Oh God. Yes. He’d widen her, stretch her to the limit with his girth, and she wanted to know what it would feel like more than she wanted her next breath. She licked her lips involuntarily.
Ian’s gaze turned hot, burning for her and her alone. Her heart beat faster in eagerness. Other thoughts faded, worry, uncertainty, all removed. Only his obvious hunger remained.
She went into his arms and surrendered to the rising tide. As his hands settled on her back, then smoothed down over her ass, she sighed. He buried his face in her hair. Kneading and caressing, he palmed her ass as his lips coasted down over her neck and nibbled until he reached her shoulder.
Synna allowed her body to know his. Nothing else in this world felt like this, and she knew in her heart that nothing would be the same again. Her life stretched behind her, some memories good, others murky and others painful.
Friday evening she would face a weredemon in human disguise. She’d never looked for danger or craved it, yet tonight the risky future felt overlaid by a satin-smooth sensuality. Tonight she could savor a joining, despite what could happen in the days ahead.
She slipped out of his arms and onto the bed, her skin brushing against the soft sheets. She’d imagined making love on this bed before to a faceless stranger in a fantasy not so long ago. Yet her fantasies couldn’t live up to the situation and the man standing before her.
She laid back, her arms akimbo, one leg straight out, the other drawn up. His gaze fixated on the area between her thighs. She opened her legs further and gave him a good view.
Ian’s need quickened as her secrets were revealed to him. Under a veneer of shyness lurked a siren, a woman who called to his wishes. Lust slammed him, hard and fierce.
Her luscious pussy lips, pink, swollen and slick with her arousal, asked for his touch. He wanted to lick, to stroke, to stick his tongue far inside her. He smoothed his tongue over his lips, wanting her taste. His cock jerked as he drew in the scent of her musky excitement. God, he would feel her mystery under his tongue, his lips, his fingers. Now.
“Yes,” he said. “Let me see you.”
Her vaginal opening, protected by
soft lips, opened like a lush fruit. Wet, soft, aroused. He fixated on the beginning cleft of her ass, and he wanted to touch her there, too. Would she allow him? Had another man possessed the tight region nestled in that deep cleft? He wanted to wipe away the memory of all other men from her mind. His cock grew more swollen at the thought of sliding into first her pussy, then her ass. He’d know her mouth, her pussy and if she’d allow it, her ass before the night finished.
Synna knew he stared at her, all of her, and she closed her eyes, unable to withstand a wave of self-consciousness. She’d felt so secure moments ago. Now her heart picked up the pace and her face flushed with heat. Excitement raced along her body, an unrelenting stimulation mixing with uncertainty. How could she be anything else? He’d barged into her world and they’d spent a little time together. Now they ventured to make love. Giving up her body to intimacy so deep felt profound, though they hadn’t declared lifelong love.
She opened her eyes and took in his male beauty again, awed by a staggering need to touch him from his head to his toes.
Ian crawled onto the bed beside her, his forearm slipping under her neck. Being this close to his nakedness, the essence of what made him unique and male, halted her breath. She reached up to cup his face, his hair-rough skin rasping along her fingertips. Silky and prickly at once, the sensation sent a shiver through her body. She dared gaze into his sky clear eyes, jumping into his depths to find the truth. All she saw there was kindness and gentleness mixed with a stirring heat that threatened to boil over. His palm slipped over her stomach. He touched her, desired her. She couldn’t hide.
Ian closed his eyes and traced his fingers over the smooth column of her neck, lingering and teasing the hollow. She shivered under his touch and he groaned. Yes. Damn it, yes. He wanted her complete surrender. Male needs burst forth, demanding he take control until she begged for a finish. His fingers cupped around her breast, holding the weight, testing it with kneading fingers until he clasped her nipple and tugged first one, then the other. Her moan made him smile, and he opened his eyes to look down on the woman moving restlessly in his arms as he tugged at her nipples.
Synna thought she’d go mad with wanting.
They may have started quickly, their need for lovemaking fierce, but now they’d tempered the tide. A strange hurt passed through his eyes, a vulnerability she’d seen once before the first time he’d kissed her.
“Ian, what’s wrong?” she asked softly, palming his face again, then sliding down his neck and to a hard biceps.
He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then his mouth hovered within inches of hers. “I would do anything in the world to keep you from being hurt.”
“Even make love to me?” A grinding uncertainty rose up and tried to remove this tender moment. “Would you…would you be here if it wasn’t to try and to protect me from the weredemon?”
He drew back far enough to gaze into her eyes. All she saw there was honesty and a rising passion. “God, yes I’d be here. This isn’t just to keep you safe from the weredemon. Even if Tyler couldn’t hurt you Halloween night, I couldn’t have resisted you. I’d want to be with you.”
He captured her lips under his, and the world melted into glorious commotion.
Chapter Eight
This kiss felt different, as if Ian’s declaration added the essential piece in the seduction of her senses.
Synna’s body shuddered deliciously as his mouth devoured, his tongue taking possession of her mouth and stoking with carnal thrusts. Wet and aching, her body needed and demanded his. She drew in a deep, sighing breath.
This is so incredible. He is mine to touch, to cherish. Happiness gripped her, a fiery companion to the awakening drawing her deeper into his arms.
“Ian,” she whispered against his neck as his kiss slipped down her neck.
“Mmm?”
“God, this is so good.”
“Oh, honey, this is better than good.” His voice drawled smooth and sexy into her ear. Tracing her ear with his tongue, he said, “We’re going to burn this damn place down.”
She felt it when he couldn’t resist her, when the male in him called to the female in her and demanded fulfillment of his deepest cravings. She fell over the edge and joined him.
His touch slipped over her ass, her hips and her stomach, palming the skin until she squirmed in his hold. His kisses lingered, some fiery, others as gentle as breath. Cupping her breast, he held it for an eternity before his thumb traced over the nipple, then drew his fingers up to pinch and pluck. She writhed, tormented. Her body rioted, wanting his fire inside her. His tongue flicked over her nipple as he held the round flesh captive. Every feathery brush, every lingering lick sent quicksilver burning to her core. Hot and aching, she moved against him, searching his arms, tracing the power as his body worshiped hers. She reached until she found his firm ass and squeezed. He moaned at her touch, and she tested resilient muscle.
Ian quivered as she slipped her hands from his ass and her long fingers trailed down his stomach, then headed south. His cock twitched. She skirted his cock and cupped his balls. He couldn’t stop the groan that left his throat. His thighs tightened, tension coiling in his muscles as she tested him.
He clasped her hand and urged her to encircle his cock. He gasped as she stroked. Experimental, her touch grew bolder, moving up and down his length. After only a few strokes, he trapped her hand against his firm flesh. It was too much, and his heart thudded frantically in his chest, his breathing hard.
“No more. I won’t be able to take it.”
Gratified by his heady response, she smiled wickedly. She loved his reaction and wanted more. What would it be like to see all this bristling masculinity lose complete control?
His thighs drew her attention next as she explored to her heart’s content. Yet she stayed away from his cock, saving that treat for last.
He was hers and she his and nothing would darken this night.
His tongue swept one nipple and a startled gasp flew from her throat. He bathed her breast with long, wet licks, tasting, biting gently until the heat tortured her. He drew her nipple between his lips and sucked deep. In an agony of wanting, she groaned. Remorseless, he sucked harder on her nipple until she wriggled, a moan leaving her throat. When his fingers traced over her mons and then parted her pussy lips to find her clit, she almost came. Her vagina clenched, hovered on the verge of explosion. She couldn’t take this any longer.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips.
As he tutored her body, she flew with the stars, her thoughts only on their lovemaking. Warm and wet, she felt the heat building as he dipped first one finger, then two into her channel. He reached high up inside until he hit that special spot no man had touched before.
“Oh,” she gasped.
He said huskily, “Tell me what you need.”
“You. Only you.”
“Like this?” He started a rhythm with his fingers, pushing and thrusting back and forth. His big fingers rasped against her tender walls, moving easily through the slick arousal he’d brought forth inside her. “Or do you want me to eat you?”
The hot, carnal way he asked her sent a sizzle of hot need through her entire body. “Yes.”
He slipped his fingers from her and moved away, down to the V of her thighs. He sipped at wet folds, lingering over one side and then the other. His tongue darted within, pushing into her body with dips and swirls. As he fucked her with his tongue, his thumb started a gentle stroke over the hard button of her clit. She moaned, moving her hips. Years had passed since she’d taken a lover, and years had vanished since she’d felt the hot, wonderful sweep of a man’s tongue between her legs. Over and over he thrust his tongue in and out, until she quivered on the brink. Panting, half out of her mind with the need to come, she whimpered.
“Please, Ian.”
He parted her pussy lips, then darted his tongue over her clit. Two fingers slipped deep into her pussy and started that rhythm again. Her breathing acceler
ated, her heart beating a mad tempo as arousal rose to furious heights. A steady heat blossomed in her pussy, her vaginal walls tingling. Her heart, her lungs, her entire body would explode from pleasure if he didn’t end her misery soon.
Animal craving, primitive and beyond words, took control of her. She pulled at his hair, tugging gently to urge him up to her.
“I need you now,” she said softly, tormented with need to have him inside her.
She expected him to thrust inside her, but instead he returned to her folds. His tongue brushed relentless and certain upon her clit. He reached up and clasped her nipples, tormenting each with insistent pulls. Synna’s body moved in his hold as sharp pleasure expanded in her breasts.
He stopped, and she gasped. “God, Ian.”
He laughed softly and crawled up her body. Propping on his forearms, he hovered over her, his weight and heat intimidating and dominating in an age-old male bid for her body. His muscular thighs wedged between hers and the tip of his cock touched her swollen opening.
He hissed in a breath, his eyes closed. “Jesus, honey.”
Husky and intense, his voice told her everything she needed to know. This man wanted her with a fierceness that would outlast any everyday concerns. What they experienced now, together, transcended hours of talk, of slow getting to know each other.
His gaze, hot with desire, pinpointed hers in the dim light. His eyes closed tightly for a moment as he moaned. “You’re fire and you’re burning me up.”
With a single, smooth motion, he fed his cock through her folds. She gasped, startled by how much he stretched her with one thrust. Her walls expanded over his length.
Slow and steady his cock parted, then retreated, then urged deeper until his hips stirred into a gentle gyration that brought him halfway inside, then out again, then in. Each thrust sent more tingles of heavy arousal through her loins. Mindless with sensation, her body writhed, pushed, hips moving to the beat. His breath rasped against her ear as he tongued the lobe and whispered erotic suggestions that fired her into overdrive.
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