Page 60 of In All My Dreams

I want all of him.

Releasing my grip on him, I grab his hand, forcing him to stop, and I push him back while lifting my hips, flipping us so I’m straddling him. His breathing is as ragged as my own as we stare at each other. A small smirk tugs on my lips as I grab hold of him, lifting myself and guiding him into me as I move slowly, gasping at how full it feels this way.

“Fuck, Georgia,” Ian hisses as I really start to move. He grabs hold of my hips and thrusts himself farther and farther into me as we both chase our release.

“I’m so close,” I moan, grinding myself into him.

He bounces us up and down with the force of his hips. He reaches up and places his thumb right at my core, caressing it in soft circles until I can’t hold on anymore.

I arch my back and scream his name as my release crashes through me again and again. Ian’s own release follows as soon as I shout his name.

My body doesn’t belong to me anymore; it’s his. Fully, completely—his.

Ian pulls me down to him, kissing me soundly as we both struggle to catch our breath. Our sweat-slick bodies collapse into each other’s as I untangle myself from him.

“I love you,” Ian says through labored breath.

I reach up and pull his face to mine, stroking his damp hair out of his face. “And I love you.”

Ian laughs loudly, startling me.

“What?” I ask him, laying my head against his chest so I can listen to his heartbeat.

He wraps his arm around me, his hand moving up and down in lazy strokes against my back. “I’m just really glad that your father isn’t home tonight. I can’t imagine the walls are thick enough to drown out our escapades,” he says.

I can hear the sly smile in his voice, which makes me giggle into his chest.

“What?” he asks me this time.

“I’m just glad Auden is a heavy-ass sleeper,” I tell him, looking up and laughing again.

Ian throws his free arm over his face in embarrassment. “I completely forgot she’s in the room across the hall.”

I lean up and kiss his cheek, pulling his arm away from him. “Don’t worry. I’m not winning any Mom of the Year awards either because for a good half hour...I forgot, too.”

“Great parents we are,” Ian jokes.

My heart stops at his words.

Great parents.

I should tell him. I have to tell him she’s his daughter. He needs to know.

I open my mouth to finally spill out the last, ugly secret that may be the true ruin of us all, but he catches my lips with his own, moving so quickly I don’t have time to protest.

We spend the next hour tangled up together, making up for lost time, as this secret burns a hole in my chest.

I’ll tell him tomorrow, I promise myself.

Tomorrow.

26

Ian

Now

Everything is perfect. The smell of vanilla surrounds me, with an underlying scent of lavender, tantalizing my senses into a calm wave of tranquility.

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