“Yesss,” I hissed.
He was so hard and felt so good, the thick length of him filling me just the way I liked.
Before I got too comfortable in this position, Ian pulled out and urged me to roll over.
I lifted my hips and pressed my chest into the bed as Ian drove into me from behind, groaning out his approval. He set a steady pace, but it was deeper this way, more intense. I felt his powerful thighs nestled against the backs of mine and the reverent slide of his palm smoothing up the length of my spine.
As he started to speed up, one hand found its way to my hip to hold me steady while two fingers on the opposite hand settled slippery and firm over my clit.
Surrounded by Ian’s warm body, his straining muscles, his drugging scent, I couldn’t ignore the way my body reacted to his touch.
Suddenly, he folded over and brought his lips to my back, my shoulder blades, my nape. Hot, wet kisses pressed me into the mattress, and still, his fingers circled.
The drag of Ian’s erection inside my sensitive flesh was the best sort of torment.
I was at war with myself. I craved sweet relief. I wanted this to never end.
The touch at the apex of my thighs quickened, as did Ian’s thrusts.
Ian panted brokenly, desperate words and quiet urgings tattooed across my skin.Yes,andPlease, andIt’s so fucking goodinto the fading light.
The pleasure unspooled between us, a tether snapping taut as I came hard around him. Ian’s hips jerked once, twice, a final time as he stilled and emptied himself inside me.
We lay together in a heap on the mattress, his shoulder warm against my side and a muscled arm wrapped around my thigh.
“What else do you want to do with our sudden freedom?” Ian managed once his breath evened out.
It wasn’t even 8:00 p.m.
“Shower,” I replied, pressing a smiling kiss into his hair. “And then I have a few ideas.”
My regular alarm went off at five the next morning, and I stretched to silence it, muscles protesting after a late night of “ideas.”
Ian groaned and burrowed his face into my naked back.
It was on the tip of my tongue to urge him out of bed, to go for a run like we usually did, to ignore the protest in my limbs, the sleep still clinging to me. There was a time when I would have demanded routine and stuck to a schedule just for the sake of it.
But I’d realized, it was okay to bend once in a while. It didn’t mean I had to break.
I wanted a lazy morning with Ian. I wanted to lie beside him as the morning sun turned the room golden. Maybe I’d wake up in another couple of hours. Maybe I’d find my way down his beautiful body and take him in my mouth.
“Let’s sleep in,” I said, voice rough.
“Really?” came Ian’s muffled reply.
“Yeah.” As if to prove my commitment, I snuggled a little closer to him, and the arm slung over my waist tightened.
Then I felt his smile bloom against my back, and I knew both dimples were pressing deep into his cheeks.
There were worse things than being spontaneous.
epilogue
JOAN
September
The cabin smelled like popcorn and butter, and there’d never been so many people crammed in the living room.
