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I gasped into our kiss. His tongue tangled with mine and his hand slid into my hair, cupping the back of my nape and angling my head to the side. His touch was commanding, with just enough gentleness that it made me want to surrender. Surrendering to Ian was worth every second. Heat was blazing through me when his lips broke free from mine. He gulped in a ragged breath of air, and my head thumped against the door.
A second later, his lips pressed hot, open kisses against the underside of my jaw. His teeth nipped at my earlobe, and he made love to that sensitive spot at the base of my neck as I arched into him. I suddenly regretted my choice of attire. These jeanswereinconvenient. I was rocking my hips restlessly against him when he curled a palm under my knee and lifted it slightly. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against my core, sending sharp zings of pleasure through me.
“Ian,” I pleaded.
“I told you jeans were a bad idea,” he murmured, his chuckle low and sly against the side of my neck.
He tugged at my blouse, undoing my buttons roughly. I felt cool air caressing my breasts when he unclasped my bra. A second later, his mouth closed over a nipple, and I cried out when he gave it a sharp suck.
God! I needed him so much. It seemed like every time we were together, I needed him more. I kept thinking my need would start to lessen, but it only seemed to burn faster and hotter.
He knew me now and how to play my body to its crescendo, just as I knew him. Reaching between us, I managed to undo the buttons on his jeans and slide my hands inside. His shaft was thick with arousal, the skin velvety soft over the hardness. His cock leaped when I curled my hand around it.
“Fuck. Jane,” he muttered as he broke free.
He lifted his head. The heat in his eyes was lightning in my body. Sensations built inside, storming and spinning into each other as we stared.
“I need you,” Ian muttered gruffly.
Then he was spinning me around. My elbows rested on the half-wall beside the door. He shoved my jeans down roughly, just over my hips. My thighs were pressed together by the fabric, creating friction. I arched my back, crying out when he delved his fingers into my already dripping wet channel.
“Just how I need you,” he murmured against the back of my neck.
He pushed my blouse up, dropping hot kisses along my spine as he fucked me with his fingers. I whimpered, pressing back into him when I felt the brush of his arousal against my bottom.
“Hang on.”
I heard the sound of fabric shifting, followed by the thick press of his crown at my entrance. “Oh, God,” I cried on the heels of a low moan.
He dragged the head of his cock back and forth through my folds. My voice was slurred as I begged, “Please. I need you,” between broken breaths.
“Right here, darlin’.”
Then he curled over me, and I felt the thick slide of him filling me. The relief was so intense, I came almost instantly. He held still inside me. I rippled around him, gulping in air as I tried to hang on to my control.
“Wait for me,” he murmured.
I felt the press of his fingers on one hip, and I arched back into him when he filled me again. The stretch of it was intoxicating. Pleasure danced through me, spinning tighter and tighter. I held on for several more thrusts, and then his hand snaked around, and he did something magical with his fingers right over my clit. The pleasure finally broke through me in a crashing wave. As I cried out, I felt the heat of him filling me. He shuddered and surged into me once more.
I distantly heard him crying my name through the rush of pleasure, blocking out everything but him and this moment. I was relieved he was holding me up, and I had something to hold in front of me. Otherwise, I would have melted to the floor.
A moment later, he curled around me, resting his elbows beside mine. He brushed my hair away from my neck and pressed a lingering kiss there before murmuring, “You're gonna fucking kill me one of these days.”
I laughed, the sound barely above a whisper. I felt the curve of his smile against my neck.
“We didn't even get our clothes off, Jane.”
“It's not my fault. You started it,” I teased.
He chuckled, the sound spinning around my heart. “I did. I thought we'd at least make it to the couch.”
He straightened and slowly withdrew. I instantly missed the feel of him filling me. He was the only man who'd been with me like this, and I didn't know if it could be like that with anybody else. The intimacy of it was intense. The passion and desire and need, all of it was tangling up into emotions that were beginning to feel big and real.
I turned to face him as I righted my clothes. We stared at each other for a minute. He was buttoning his jeans, and I was shimmying mine up over my hips. It was kind of ridiculous to get dressed now.
“Let's not even bother. Let's shower,” he said.
“Fine by me.” I still had to tug my jeans up far enough to walk.
