Page 58 of Ice Cold Hearts

“Good, you’re going to need all that energy for when I fuck you through the mattress,” he growls.

His hand slides under the hem of my nightshirt, ghosting over my hips to cup my breast. “You’re not wearing anything underneath my shirt. Dirty girl.”

“You like it,” I say.

His other hand shifts to grip my hips possessively as he presses harder against me. “You want me to show you how much I like it?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

Ian flips me onto my back and claims my mouth. Every bit of what he’s feeling is poured into his kiss. It’s possessive, all consuming, and affectionate.

No.

It’s loving.

Last night, he said it would be too easy to fall in love with me, and I think we both might have already fallen over that precipice even though we’re too scared to admit it.

He moans low in his throat as I suck the tip of his tongue.

Electricity zips through my body as his hand ghosts down from my chest, to my waist, to my hips. I part my legs for him before he has to ask, and he rewards me by lavishing attention on my clit. He traces circles, pinches until I’m short of breath, then teases me by dropping his finger down to my entrance and just barely pressing inside.

“I love seeing you writhe beneath me, begging me to fuck you with your eyes. You’re so wet and ready for me already. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.

He thrusts his fingers inside me, and I cry out in pleasure. It’s rough and fast, just the way I like, and in no time, I’m coming all over his fingers. He withdraws his fingers then licks them clean of my juices.

“You are impossibly perfect,” he says, kissing me.

Tasting myself on his tongue sends heat right to my center, and I’m aching for him to fill me again.

He peels the shirt off me and devours me with his eyes. A lazy smile crosses his face as he explores every inch of my exposed body with his fingertips. He traces from the inside of my wrist to my shoulder, then my neck. After carefully outlining my collarbone, he drops down to my breasts. I moan his name as he draws a spiral toward my hard nipples and pinches them lightly. The goosebumps that pop up on my skin mark the path he takes from my breasts to my C-section scar, to my hips.

I let out a frustrated groan as his hand drops to the inside of my calf, entirely bypassing where I need him most.

“Be patient,” Ian commands softly. “Let me admire you.”

He touches me like I’m priceless, like I’m fine art… like I’m loved.

When he finally slips his fingers into my core again, I nearly cry with relief. He pumps his fingers in and out of me slowly this time, massaging my G-spot with every thrust.

It doesn’t take long until I come undone again.

After I come down from the high of one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had in my life, Ian follows the path his fingers traced with his mouth. When he kisses the inside of my wrist, I can feel it all the way in my toes. Then he nips the area, and I cry out his name. I hadn’t known until now how sensitive I was there.

By the time he makes it to my inner thighs, I am embarrassingly wet.

“Fuck, it’s like you were made just for me,” Ian says reverently.

My legs shake as he drags his tongue from my entrance to my clit. He licks, kisses, and sucks on my clit until I’m right at the edge.

“Please, Ian,” I beg, “let me come.”

I don’t even finish my sentence before he thrusts his tongue inside me. I fist my hands in his hair as he fucks me hard and fast with his tongue. I come with my thighs clenched around his ears and his name on my lips.

When he comes up to kiss me, I wrap my hands around his cock and start stroking him, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me away.

“Did I do something wrong?” I worry.

His voice is gravelly with desire. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not going to last very long, Kitten, and I’m desperate to be inside you.”

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