Page 59 of In All My Dreams

I grab his face, forcing him to look down at me. I see the tears in his bright eyes reflected back at me and feel the dampness from his tears on his cheeks and wipe them away softly. “And you, Ian. You are someone I love. Fiercely. Madly. Completely. I love you, and I know you love me, too. No matter how twisted it all is. Don’t break your promise by walking away from me now.”

I press my trembling lips to his, the salty taste of his tears igniting a fire in me as he kisses me back with as much love andpassion as I feel for him. The last strand of unsureness snaps between us. A startled gasp leaves my lips when he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me off of the couch, laying me ever so gently on the bed across from us.

I want him. Badly. I tug on the hem of his shirt, and he laughs into our unbroken kiss, causing my lips to curve into a smile. “Nothing like a couple of life-changing secrets to get you in the mood, eh?” he teases me before he pulls away and gazes down at me with so much emotion. “I searched for you in all my dreams. You haunt my every thought. Tempt my every desire. My heart only beats for you,” he says as he kisses my lips, then makes his way across my jaw, my neck, and finally nips at the sensitive spot behind my ear. “And I love you, more than my own life. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

He continues to tease me as his hands make their way to the buckles on my purple overalls. His movements are confident as he unbuckles them and lets the straps fall away. He lifts my shirt over my head, leaving me in my pink lacy bralette.

“Fuck, Georgia. You’re going to ruin me.” He tugs my bralette down, exposing both of my breasts before he traces them softly with his fingers, causing my nipples to harden underneath them. “You are perfect.”

“And I’m yours,” I gasp as he replaces his fingers with his mouth. The warmth of his lips against my sensitive nipple nearly undoes me as I arch off the bed with a loud moan.

The first time we had sex, we were both so nervous, our movements unsure and awkward as we learned each other’s bodies for the first time. This time, I know exactly what I want, and I’ll be damned if I don’t take it.

I reach for the hem of his shirt again and yank on it hard enough so he ceases the soul-stopping torment on my breasts.

“Impatient little minx,” he says with a heady laugh before pulling his shirt off completely. He looks back down at me,making my insides melt when I see that smile gazing back down at me.

The smile that’s reserved for me.

I grab the waistband of his jeans and tug him back toward me. “I’m allowed to be a little impatient after a long six years,” I say with a smug smile.

Ian puts both hands on the side of my head, caging me between them, refusing to lower his body back onto mine. “You got laid at least one more time after I left.” His voice is strained, almost like he feels the pull between us, begging to continue what we had started. “I’ve only had the pleasure of enjoying my own company since our almost perfect night together all those years ago.”

I feel myself flush. I don’t know if it’s because I feel guilty for lying to him, or if I’m ashamed that our one night together was onlyalmost perfectto him.

Because that night was everything for me.

“And before you force yourself into a spiral of worry,” Ian says, lowering himself slowly toward me. “I said ‘almost perfect’ because I ruined it by leaving. What we had, that night. It was more than perfect. Any moment with you is my favorite moment ever. I would have waited forever to have you back in my arms before ever looking elsewhere.” He leans down and grazes his lips against mine. “It’s always been you,” he whispers against my lips, his breath hot against mine.

I pull him down on me, kissing him with everything I have as his hands make quick work against the bottom half of my overalls, pulling them off and tossing them onto the couch across from us. I watch with heated eyes as he removes his jeans next, leaving him in nothing but his briefs.

I sit up and reach for him, silently begging him to come closer again before I implode with need for him.

“Do you have condoms?” he asks, his voice low and husky as his eyes light a fire in my veins.

I get to my knees, pulling him toward me by his hips. Our lips barely touch as we play this game of silent torture between us. Close enough to kiss, but refusing to let our lips touch.

“I’m on the pill,” I answer him, letting my lips graze his jaw as he moans softly. “I don’t trust condoms after—” I stop myself short. My eyes widen in horror as I look up at him.

“I would never judge you for moving on after I left you, Georgia,” Ian promises me. “The past has no room in our futures. Besides, now we have Auden, and she wouldn’t have happened if you hadn't moved on. I could never judge you for that choice when she’s brought so much love into your life,” he says, nipping at my jaw. “Our life.”

I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear that from him. Even though I know that there’s been no one else, he believes it because that’s what I’ve let him believe. Knowing that he doesn’t hold that fake one-night stand against me...I don’t think I could love this man anymore than I already do. The guilt I feel for lying to him, when he’s being this fucking understanding, makes me dizzy with both self-loathing and unquenchable lust for this man.

Placing my hands around his neck, I pull his lips to mine. He groans before fully unleashing himself. His tongue meets mine in fiery strokes as our lips move desperately against each other frantically.

Last time, we were so gentle with each other. This time, we are like a volcano racing toward an eruption.

Ian pulls my bralette over my head, tugging it off of me in quick motions before he pushes me down onto the bed. He pulls at my jeans until I’m left in nothing but a lacy pink thong. He stands, and his eyes turn molten as he looks me up and down before he pushes his briefs to the floor and steps out of them.

My mouth dries as I gaze at him, my eyes stopping on the hard proof of how much he wants me, too. I spread my legs for him slowly, a full blush spreading over my body at my own forwardness. He throws a smirk at me before he pounces, fisting one hand into my hair as he kisses me again.

He makes me feel brazen and confident in a way I never have before. I grind into him, moaning loudly when he takes his other hand and finally touches me where my need for him pulses the most. Easing one finger slowly in and out of me.

I need more of him.

Reaching down, I take him into my hands, pumping him up and down slowly, matching his own torturously slow tempo.

Ian starts working me harder, faster. I’m so close. But I don’t want to finish this way.

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