Page 27 of Love, A Curvy Girl's Guide

“Ian,” she wailed in frustration.

“I know what you need, baby,” he said, moving down her stomach to take a small bite of the flesh there before moving to her jeans and unbuttoning them. Slowly he unzipped her jeans and helped her wriggle out of them. In her sexy lacy underwear and with her breasts pushed up by the material of her bra, she should have been mortified.

But under Ian’s hot gaze, Haley felt powerful, sensual, and desirable, something that she’d only felt in Ian’s presence. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down her thick thighs. Then, spreading those thighs, he pushed her legs apart and moved back between them. He got to his knees and smelled her, something that reminded Haley of the beast inside of him.

Her desire only grew, and she knew he had to smell that desire soaking her core. He leaned over and gently nipped at her inner thigh, causing Haley to squeal and Ian to laugh. Before she could say anything, Ian leaned over and parted her lips with his fingers until her sex was exposed to him. She imagined under his gaze he could see her pink, swollen with need, and dripping with desire.

Haley jerked her hips upward, willing Ian to move a little faster in his perusal. But he wouldn’t be rushed.

“Do you know how many nights I dreamed about this?” His voice was harsh, almost demanding, as he asked her, “How many times I jerked off at what I imagined your sweet pussy looked like, tasted like? It felt like torture to have you living just next door and yet not do anything about it. Did you ever touch yourself and think of me, Haley? Did you ever rub this sweet pussy and imagine it was my fingers, my mouth, or my cock?”

“Yes,” Haley rasped, gasping once again as he blew softly on the tender flesh. “So many times. I wanted you, Ian. It’s always been you in my fantasies.”

“You have me, Haley,” he growled possessively. “And I will spend the rest of our lives living up to those fantasies.”

Diving in, he picked up her thighs and buried his face in her soft heat. Licking and sucking her folds and clit until she was frantic for release. He kept nudging her higher and higher, her passion building and crashing until it crested the peak and she shattered—her orgasm erupting between them. Waves of release washed over her as he continued to lick and suck, drawing the orgasm out.

But when she started to come to her senses, he wasn’t finished with her. Flipping Haley to all fours, Ian yanked his jeans open and entered her wet channel. Haley grunted as his length stretched her wide.

“God, Ian. That feels so fucking amazing.”

“That’s it, baby. Take all of me. You are so incredible.”

Once he was balls deep, he pulled back and thrust back inside of her, rubbing her insides in a completely different way than he had before. It was a brutal rutting. Her breasts swung wildly with every thrust of his hips. But Ian was careful to make sure Haley was enjoying their lovemaking. He was an attentive lover and wasn’t afraid to give her more when she asked for it.

After a time, he was thrusting wildly and she was slamming her ass back against him. Their climax came sharp and swiftly, each releasing at the same time.

Haley felt the same strange phenomenon she had the first time they had made love. His cock was growing larger and fuller inside of her. Instead of trying to pull out, Ian cuddled Haley in his arms, his cock still engorged within her. It was something that he had to ask someone about. Haley knew she’d need to remind him. But at this moment, while he was holding her close, and she felt safe and protected, she didn’t want to talk anymore. Their day had been long and full of travel, and the new pack. For once she just wanted to rest and forget everything else. So that is what they did, both falling into a deep, dreamless sleep of rest and relaxation.

SIXTEEN

The cool mountain breeze whispered through the trees as Haley stood on the back deck of the packhouse, breathing in the crisp night air. It had only been a few days here with the Iron Claw Pack, but in some ways it felt like forever. The events of the past few days still swirled through her mind—introductions to new wolves, the overwhelming sense of community, and Ian’s constant protectiveness whenever she was near.

All of those carefully erected that she’d hidden behind for so many years were being swept away. It seemed with each protective hand on her lower back, each clasping of her hand in his, and each tender kiss on her temple for no other reason than he seemed as if he couldn’t help himself—more times than she could count—Haley was falling in love.

“You planning on standing out here all night?”

Haley jumped, hand flying to her chest. “Shit, Ian! You scared the hell out of me.”

Ian’s slow grin appeared as he stepped out of the shadows. His hair was damp from a shower, and his faded Henley stretched across his broad chest. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding the least bit remorseful. “Didn’t mean to make you jumpy.”

“You live to make me jumpy,” she shot back, leaning against the railing with a teasing smile. “Admit it.”

He joined her at the railing, trapping her in with his arms. He smelled of fabric softener, cologne, and man. A deadly combination to her heart. The heat from his body radiated toward her despite the cool air. “Nah,” Ian said softly, closing in until there was hardly a breath between them. “Not anymore.”

Haley searched his eyes, dropping the teasing glint as she was honestly surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “What do you mean?”

Ian didn’t answer right away. He leaned down, resting his forehead against her own. “It’s hard to put into words, Hales. I mean, I’ve spent a lot of time pretending that getting under your skin was just for fun. When we were kids it was enough that I was getting a response out of you. And then later it was enough to know that whatever this was between us, you felt it too. But then I shifted and marked you as my mate. And all of those games, they aren’t enough anymore.”

Haley’s heart skipped a beat. “So… what is?”

Ian exhaled through his nose. “You. It’s always been you, Haley.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and charged. Haley gripped the front of his shirt, trying to ground herself. This was Ian. Her feelings for him were deep and complicated, and she knew in her heart of hearts that if his feelings for her weren’t as crazy and confusing as her own, she would likely want to die. He meant that much to her. When had that happened?

“You don’t have to say that,” she said at last, her voice cracking slightly. “I promised I would stay by your side, Ian, and see things through with you. And I will. You don’t have to romance me.”

Ian growled low in his throat. It was dark and intense and made Haley’s stomach tighten. “Do you think I would joke aboutthis? Or try to pull something over on you? Haley, why would I joke about this?”

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