Page 93 of An Indecent Longing

With an awkward lunge forward, she pressed her lips against his for a few hot seconds before she rolled away. Luckily, Ian’s shirt covered her to about mid-thigh so her ass wasn’t hanging out as she made her getaway back down to Ian’s room, where she’d last seen her bag.

She needed to get dressed and get something to eat before her game. And she needed to text her sister. She needed to tell someone about her night, and she only had one person she wanted to tell.

She just didn’t know what to tell Risa that wouldn’t have her sister breaking land-speed records to get to her.

She considered her options as she headed for the kitchen.

“You hungry? Want some coffee?”

Ian sat at a small table in the window looking out over the backyard, the Philadelphia Inquirer spread out in front of him. But he wasn’t looking at the paper. He was watching her.

She stopped in the doorway, trying to get a handle on his mood.

Was he pissed? Was he upset? He had to know she’d just come from bed with Ben. They hadn’t exactly been quiet. Had she been wrong to think—

“Dorrie.”

She shook her head. “I never know how to read you.”

He continued to watch her with a steady gaze. “You don’t have to. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to have to go all in. No boundaries, no guilt, no embarrassment. No walls. No lies.”

A rush of heat swept through her and it suddenly got very hard to breathe. She had secrets she had to keep for her safety and the safety of those she loved. For Ben and Ian’s safety.

She didn’t want to lie to these men but she’d have to if she wanted to have them in her life. “So…are we going to do this?”

He didn’t answer for several seconds but he didn’t look away. “I’m in…if you’re sure this is what you want.”

She hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming, and her tongue felt tied in knots. Yes, she wanted this. At least, she wanted to try.

“I’m sure.”

When he nodded, she released the breath she’d been holding.

“Then my question still stands. What do you want to eat?”

When he rose, she let her gaze follow his every movement. She was beginning to suspect she might have developed a bit of a fetish when it came to watching Ian and now Ben. They fascinated her, so much strength in such leanly muscled bodies.

Stopping directly in front of her, he reached out, running one finger down her cheek and sending shivers through her body. His hazel gaze held hers captive and her lips parted so she could draw in air.

Kiss me.

She wanted him to read her mind, wanted him to lean down and—

He sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her hard, letting his lips crush hers. His fingers wove through her hair, cupping her head and holding her steady so he could devour her. She grabbed for his waist to keep herself upright, not sure she wouldn’t sway if he released her.

Her brain ceased to function except to interpret her pleasure from his kiss, and when he pulled away abruptly, she made a sharp, embarrassing sound that made her blush.

And when his lips curved in a genuine smile that actually reached his eyes, desire flooded her with a rush.

How the hell was she going to deal with these feelings all the time if they kept seeing each other? It had to get easier with time, right? She’d figure out how to deal with it because the alternative wasn’t an option. She wanted this, wanted them. And she’d figure out a way to keep them for as long as she could.

“Now,” he said. “Breakfast.”

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Ian had every intention of following his own advice to Dorrie, but the no-walls thing was going to be a problem.

He’d lived with his walls for so long, he wasn’t sure he could let anyone behind them, much less let them fall.

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