Page 59 of An Indecent Longing

“Do your underwear match?”

Another pause. “Yes.”

“Did you wear this for Ben?”

Her expression froze and finally she shook her head. “I wore it for me.”

“Do you want me to call him back?”

Was that interest in her eyes? Or was he misreading her?

“That doesn’t shock you, does it? The possibilities?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You work for Adam and Tristan. Does their relationship shock you?”

Instead of answering, he drew her dress down until her arms were trapped at her sides and her bra was totally exposed. She didn’t struggle, showed no fear, but her eyes widened and she watched him with a wariness that made his jaw clench.

“No, it doesn’t shock me. But right now, they’re not who I want to focus on.”

Without warning, he bent to put his mouth over one breast. As his lips closed over the pebbled tip, she arched her back, urging him to take more.

He wanted more. So much more. But he wasn’t rushing. No fucking way. He’d take his damn time and enjoy every last second.

Rubbing his tongue over the lace, he made her bra wet then blew a soft stream of air against her. Her barely audible moan made his muscles tense, while his cock throbbed against the zipper of his jeans. That ache made him desperate to relieve the tension, but he forced that need back and let the other, more pressing one rise.

He wanted her to scream his name, to need him more than he needed her. To want him until she cried out for him.

Licking at her breasts, he cupped the mounds in his hands and kneaded them until she could barely catch her breath. He couldn’t get enough of her, and when she started to wriggle her arms out of her dress, he held her even tighter.

When she finally had her hands free, he feared she’d push him away. Until she put her hands on his shoulders and drew him even closer.

She wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show him unleashed the darker passion he’d been caging inside. His desire for this woman brought out a part of him that he kept locked away, something he tried not to show the outside world. It’d served him well when he’d been in the service and those months after, before he and Ben had partnered with Adam and Tristan.

Partners.

That word stuck in his brain, wouldn’t leave him alone as he gorged himself on this woman. The woman who’d gone to dinner with his cousin.

Lifting his head, he looked down at Dorrie, took in the flushed cheeks and the parted lips, the half-closed eyes that watched him so closely.

“Ian?”

He heard the question in her voice, saw the way her lips pressed together after she took a deep breath.

She expected him to pull away. Even now, after he’d spent the past half hour showing her how much he wanted her. She still expected him to leave her high and dry.

“I’m not leaving. Not unless you want me to.”

She paused for a moment, and he had a few, breathless seconds to wonder if she was going to tell him to leave. After what seemed like an eternity, she shook her head and put her hands over his, still cupping her breasts.

“I will hurt you if you try to leave now.”

She said it so matter-of-factly, he smiled. He didn’t consider Dorrie weak, not at all. But he’d never seen this side of her, the side that poked and jabbed.

He liked it.

“Tough words.” He squeezed her breasts just enough to tease a slight moan out of her.

“Ian.”

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