She bit her lip.The expression in her eyes shifted from worry to hope to determination, as though she was in the middle of an internal war.He wanted to kiss her, to put an end to the constant tension.Then she gave him a look of such blatant lust he nearly fell over.He went hard.His heart pounded.And he couldn't fucking see straight.
Lucy moved to the edge of the step in those hot little heels.Her front touched him, scorched him.Her breasts pressed into his chest.He was going to die right there at the bottom of the stairs.
Lucy's gaze held him enthralled—so wide and sultry and vulnerable.Her hands slid up his bare arms.They were hot.Up his biceps then over his shoulders."Ian?"she asked, so close, so sweet.
"Aye, Lucy?"he managed to get out, his hands coming to rest on her hips and itching to pull the skirt slowly up her thighs.
"I don't really want dinner right now."
His entire body stilled inside and then relief flooded in.He knew what she wanted, but he found himself asking, needing to hear her say it."What do you want, Lucy?"
She glanced away for a moment, but when her gaze returned to his, it was filled with desire and resolution."You, Ian."She kissed his mouth sweetly, her lips so soft, her breath warm and intoxicating."Naked, preferably."
A punch of lust exploded in his chest and shot straight to his groin.Ian stopped holding back, stopped thinking.He kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, hot and hungry.She met him with just as much need and heat.They moaned in unison.
One hand traveled to her ass and he cupped a cheek, pressing her against him.Her leg hooked around his waist.Hell yeah.Right there…Her hand was under his shirt, hot little palm sliding up his back as she rubbed herself against his erection in a slow arc.
"Here, Ian.Right here," she said breathlessly breaking their kiss."Please."She was shaking.So was he.He wasn't sure he'd make it up the steps anyway, so he grabbed her around the waist, took her off the step and around the corner, pressing her back flat against the wall."Yes," she breathed."Against the wall.Hurry."
His hands slid up her bare thighs, feeling kneading, moving to her ass and squeezing, his hand dipping between her legs from behind, fingers brushing the damp cotton.Christ, she was already wet.Lucy's moan and whispered pleadings and urgings as he stroked her, drove him crazy.Finally, he slipped a finger beneath her underwear and found her slick and hot.
So hot.So wet.
Needing more, he pulled aside the front of her dress and slid a hand inside her bra, pushing it aside.His mouth latched on to a hard nipple.He moved his other hand to the front of her, sliding once again beneath her panties to stroke and suckle her at the same time.She came with a scream, swift and hot.He wasn't sure he'd get through this after all.
Lucy relaxed in his arms.She fumbled with the other cup of her bra, reaching in with her hand.Ian straightened as she pulled out a condom."Here," she said nearly dropping it, her breathing heavy.
He took it from her, his heart giving a painful squeeze at her flushed face and bright, dazed eyes.Lucy had the most amazing combination of carnal and sweet he'd ever encountered.He kissed her hard, taking the packet as she unbuttoned his cargo pants and tugged them down."I can't wait," she said feverishly.
"Right there with you, lass," he muttered, helping her.
As soon as he sprang free, Lucy's hand was around him.She sighed as he gasped in pleasure.He wouldn't last if she didn't release him.He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head."Be good," he said before tearing the packet with his teeth.
"I don't want to be good," she said, squirming.
Lucy watched in fascination as he removed the condom and slid it on with one hand.It fit.The damn thing fit.Oh, Lord.She was antsy, her entire body flooded with a fierce desperation to connect with him, to join them together.She was wet and achy, her pulse pounding between her legs.
And then he was pushing into her.Lucy's head hit the back of the wall, lost in the sensation, in the relief.He was thick and hard and he filled her up in one long, slow stroke.Her insides clamped around him, achy, pleasure building again.His hand hooked under her knee and he held her still, pinning her against the wall.
Their shared breath was labored.Ian's forehead rested against her."Is this what you want, Lucy?"he ground out, still not moving.
Anticipation filled her.She was pretty sure she could come like this… "Come on, Ian," she pleaded between pants."Now is not the time to be chicken…"
He lifted his head, one dark eyebrow arched, and pierced her with a hungry look that rose to the challenge and shook her to her bones.
Oh, it was on.Thank God.Finally.
Gaze locked on her, Ian withdrew nearly all the way and entered her again in another long stroke, burying himself to the hilt and waiting a few seconds before starting all over again.After several strokes, Lucy's orgasm built heavy and thick.Her heart pounded so hard, so could barely hear.Her nails dug into his back.
She said things she thought she'd never say, urging and begging, her body shaking with need.
With a curse, and mumbling something about her driving him crazy, Ian's control finally snapped and he plunged into her hard and fast and deep.It was all Lucy could do to hold on for the ride and stay conscious when her world shattered and somehow came back together in a moment of utter perfection.
Pleasure zipped through her limbs, filling her up, making her see stars behind her eyelids and hear only the sound of her pounding pulse.
After the stars subsided and she could breathe again, the only thing she could manage was a weak, "Holy crap."
She could feel Ian's heart hammering against her chest and wanted to stay this way forever.But he released her and stepped back."Stay here," he said, dealing with the condom and pulling up his boxer briefs and jeans, leaving them unzipped and unbuttoned.He looked sexy like that.Jeans undone, hair messed up, a sheen of sweat on his skin.He was beautiful.
