Page 17 of Miles & Mistletoe

Chapter Five

Stacia

Even with the Ian’s chauffeur driving us to my apartment, shortening what would’ve been a fifteen minute walk to a less than five minute car ride, it still took too much time to get back to my place. I mean, if the way in which Ian’s greedy hands were tugging and pulling at the pantsuit I wore was any indication.

“Open the door,” he growled in my ear just before biting down on my earlobe, causing me to shiver so badly the key in my hand wobbled, missing the keyhole. We were just outside of my second floor apartment and I had barely broken free of Ian’s lips long enough to find my keys at the bottom of my clutch purse. Now, his massive hands that were tightly holding onto either side of my waist were wreaking just as much havoc as his lips had been on my equilibrium.

“Give me,” he ordered, not waiting to pull the key from my hand. How he was able to find the keyhole on his first try with his head still firmly buried into the side of my neck, I’ll never know. And when he pushed both of our bodies through my apartment’s door, shutting it and pressing my back against the door, I didn’t care either.

Ian left a trail of kisses up the column of my neck to my lips, once again taking possession of them as if he were staking his claim. My arms went up, wrapping comfortably around his neck, tugging him even closer to me. My body started to feel as if it were on fire. I pulled back from Ian’s hungry mouth, needing to breathe. Again his head dipped, going to my neck.

“Where’s your bedroom?” It was a question but came out as more of a command. My nipples instantly pebbled at the sound.

“Down the hall to the left.” All remaining air escaped my lungs when Ian scooped me up and carried me in the direction of my bedroom. He practically kicked the door open, and in three steps I was being lowered to my feet right next to my bed.

Ian took a step back, bending toward the nightstand and flicking the switch on the pearl white lamp that stood on it, giving us enough light to clearly see one another. A second later, Ian’s hands were at my shoulders, pushing the sides of the coat and suit jacket I still wore down the length of my arms. I shivered when both coverings fell to the floor, and Ian’s gaze lingered on my bare shoulders and arms. He took a step back, raising his gaze to my face. My stomach muscles tightened when he dragged his tongue along his lower lip. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to feel that same tongue on my body.

Lifting my hands, I began unbuttoning the vest and top that I’d worn with the suit, letting both of them fall to the ground as well. As soon as I was topless—save for my strapless bra—Ian’s hands were on me, tugging me to his body by my waist.

“I’ve wanted to know what was underneath those clothes since the first time I saw you,” he stated harshly against my lips.

Inhaling sharply, I pulled my head back. “You were an ass the first time you saw me.”

His lips did the oddest thing at my comment … they turned upward into what could possibly be mistaken for a genuine smile. No. Not a mistake, it actually was a real smile from Ian Zerlinger. I found the pointer finger of my left hand reaching to outline that smile.

“What are you doing?” he asked, staring down at my finger.

“Memorizing your smile for the future.”

He angled his head, forehead wrinkling. “The future …” He let the words slip from those beautiful pink lips of his as if hearing them for the first time.

“When all this is over and you no longer need me to be your sta—” My words were pushed back down my throat as his mouth collided with mine. The kiss wasn’t tender or gentle. It was all-consuming.

I moaned into his mouth, lifting my head to give him better access. Hell, to give us both better access to what we wanted. Moments later, I felt myself being walked backwards, until the back of my legs hit the side of my bed.

“Let’s get the rest of these clothes out of the way.”

I sighed in relief at Ian’s words. Nothing sounded better at that moment, than completely doing away with both of our clothing. His strong, capable fingers reached around behind me and quickly undid the clasp that held my lace bra together. My breasts spilled out of the bra, nipples aching painfully with arousal. For some reason I was surprised when Ian lowered his head and circled his mouth around one of my nipples. I guess I’d assumed he’d be more of a selfish lover. But when he ran his teeth over my sensitized nipple, then licked the same spot with his tongue to soothe the ache, I knew my assumptions had been inaccurate.

“Lie down,” he ordered.

I complied, delightfully, and waited for him to undress. My mouth watered as, piece by piece, Ian revealed his well-sculpted body, likely due to hours in the gym. His flat abdomen rippled with each move he made, but they were also peppered with the same dark hair that lined his jaw. I reached up and ran my hands through the fine hairs covering his abs. I always loved hair on men. Call me strange.

Once he was stripped down to dark boxer briefs, Ian climbed onto my bed, placing himself in between my upturned knees.

“These are in the way,” he stated while reaching for the button and zipper clasp of my pants. Before I knew it, he was sliding my pants up my thighs and then down my calf muscles, effectively removing them, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties.

Ian’s gaze dipped to my core then back up to my face. “Do you have protection?”

“Nightstand. Top drawer,” I quickly answered.

He moved like lightning, reaching for the mirrored nightstand that sat directly next to the bed we were lying on. He pulled out the box of condoms and removed one, holding it in his hand before lowering his gaze back to my core.

“You are …” He left those two words hanging, as if he was afraid to finish the sentence or couldn’t find the right words. I had no idea what he’d been about to say, but I was also hornier than I’d been in a very long time. Therefore, the desire for talking was long gone. I needed action. And lots of it.

Instinctively, I reached up, pulling Ian’s face to mine again, fervently bringing our lips to touch. The same heat that was always prevalent during our kisses was stoked to even greater levels of intensity. Our tongues danced and dueled with one another, and I found myself losing all consciousness of where I was when Ian’s hand made its way inside of my panties. He began strumming my clit, causing me to gasp as my eyes tightly shut against the pleasure he was bringing to my body. I was much closer to an orgasm than I should’ve been at that point. It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone, so I chalked up my intense arousal to that. However, when two of Ian’s long digits penetrated my core while his thumb continued playing with my distended clit, thoughts of ever having been with any other man were pushed to the background.

“Oh!” I yelped as my orgasm seized me, tossing my head back against the pillow. Digging my toes into the mattress, I rode the orgasm out until it let me catch my breath again. I opened my eyes to see Ian staring down at me, another smile touching his lips. This smile was unmistakable. It was the grin of a man who knows he’s the fucking man but had too much class to say so out loud. The smile did it all for him.

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