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“Wow. There.” Her voice was breathy, but she sounded satisfied.
I couldn't help my lips when they kicked up into a smile. “Thereis one way to put it.”
She bit her lip and laughed a little. My hands were still on her hips, my fingertips pressing into the soft give of her curves. She held still for another few beats and then started to move. Finally, fucking finally, I gripped her hips and nudged into her, the subtle motion nearly pushing me over the edge instantly. We began rocking together. I nudged into her deeply, again and again and again. Her breasts were pressed against me with every shift.
I watched the surprise flit across her face just before she bit her lip and started to tremble. Her channel tightened around me. She was so wet, her swollen clit was sliding against me with every tiny motion we made. I released one hand and teased my fingers in a swirl right where we were joined. My balls were drawn up tight, and my release was threatening as electricity sizzled at the base of my spine.
She moaned, and then her eyes flew wide with a surprised cry. She shuddered over me, her pussy clamping around my cock. I finally let go, my release hitting me like a lightning strike, hard and fast. I curled my arm around her, burying my head in her neck while I shuddered roughly. The release was more intense than any I'd ever experienced because I'd been holding on for so long.
She rested against me, a warm bundle in my arms, and I absorbed the tremors running through her body. I pressed kisses along the base of her neck and breathed her in. When I felt her lift her head, I followed, leaning back against the headboard. Her gaze met mine, a little surprised, a little hazed. Her lips curled into a slow smile.
“There,” she repeated.
ChapterFourteen
Jane
“There?” Ian returned, a lilt of a question in his voice.
I felt replete and sated. The pleasure of that encounter was indescribable. My nerve endings felt oversensitive, almost as if I couldn't take it if anything else happened because it was too good. I'd known from the very first kiss that the chemistry between us was powerful.
But chemistry didn't mean much sometimes. That was a part of why I was still a virgin or, rather, had been until just now. Because some kisses told me right away that it wasn't worth it. With Ian, every single second was incredible.
His fingers sifted through the ends of my hair. The gesture, though idle, felt intimate. I did a mental inventory of my body. I felt so relaxed, so easy. I thought I should feel tense, almost businesslike in the aftermath.
My very comfort sent threads of tension through me. As if he could read my mind, Ian said, “You're thinking.”
I rolled my head to the side, catching his eyes. “Of course, I'm thinking. Aren't you thinking?”
His lips kicked up at one corner, and dammit if butterflies didn’t spin in my belly. “Not thinking too much. Sometimes it's good just to relax, you know.”
I swallowed and nodded. Even though a tiny bell was clanging a warning, all I wanted to do was curl up with him and forget the rest of the world.
My feet were tucked under my knees on the couch, and I held a glass of wine in my hand as I sipped it. We’d had a busy afternoon between Ian going with me to finally take a good look at my parents’ house and picking up my car from Joe’s garage late this afternoon. To my relief, the house had mostly been buttoned down. Ian had helped me move the few boxes left behind by my parents into a storage area in the basement here, and I’d called my parents with an update. Now, it was dark outside, and we were relaxing and watching basketball.
“Yes!” he exclaimed, punching a fist into the air.
I chuckled, and his eyes slid sideways to mine. “What?”
“Nothing. I didn't know you were a basketball fan.”
He shrugged, almost sheepishly, as he leaned back into the couch cushions. “I like it. It's distracting, plus it’s something completely not part of my life.”
“What do you mean?”
“My life is busy, filled with numbers and stress and counting and worrying about things like that. Watching a sport is entirely removed from my life.”
“Do you like all sports?”
He shrugged. “I’ll watch anything, but I like the pace of basketball the most.”
I sipped my wine. “I can't recall. Did you play sports in high school?”
“I ran track. I wasn't that great. I didn't have enough discipline. Total middle of the pack guy as far as my speed. What about you?”
I lowered my wine glass. “What about me?” I prompted.
“Did you play any sports in high school?”
