Page 55 of Hold You Close
“Why not?” I move so close her palms are on my chest.
“You said we were going to talk, Ian.”
I cage her in with my arms on either side of her, bracing my hands against the door. “Is that really what you want to do right now?”
“Yes,” she snaps. But her breath is coming harder and faster, her breasts rising and falling with it.
“Okay.” I stare down at her. “Talk. Tell me all the reasons you can’t stand me. Tell me again how I broke your heart. Tell me we’re no good together.”
Her eyes meet mine. “You treat me like a plaything. You don’t respect me. You make me feel bad about myself.”
“How about I make you feel good right now? Would that help?”
“No.” She pushes me away slightly. “I don’t even understand why you want to.”
“Yes, you do.”
Our eyes are locked in a fiery stare. “Fine,” she admits. “But just because the sex is good doesn’t mean—”
“It’s better than good and you know it.”
She bites her plush bottom lip. I want to bite it too.
“You can’t stand me, either,” she says, but her tone is weakening, like this is her last line of defense, and her eyes have started to wander over my shoulders, chest and abs.
“Most of the time, that’s true,” I tell her. “You can be a cold, condescending bitch.”
“I have to be, Ian.” Her hands are moving now, sliding down my chest. “It’s how I protect myself from you.”
I lower my mouth to her neck, and she tilts her head to allow me to brush my lips against the side of her throat. “Lower your guard, London. You don’t need to protect yourself from me anymore.”
“Lies,” she says as I kiss her neck. “You say these things, but you don’t mean them. It’s all a game with you.” Her hands have reached the drawstring of my pants, which hang low on my hips. Her fingers hesitate.
“Go on.” I whisper the words in her ear. “Do it.”
“If I do, things change from this point forward.”
Oh fuck, she’s going to make demands now? When she’s got me this hard for her? This weak for her? This desperate to get inside her again? “Yes. Whatever you want.”
She unties the string and my pants fall to the floor. In an instant her hand is wrapped around my erection and my mouth is closing over hers.
Things escalate quickly from there.
My hands beneath her thighs. Her legs around my waist. My fingers tugging lace aside. Her back against the door. My cock moving inside her, hot and hard and fast, while her hands twist into my hair, fisting tight.
Our sounds bounce off the floor tiles and echo throughout the two-story foyer. Her gasps and cries. My groans and growls. The door rattling in its frame. Or maybe it’s the entire house shaking—it is, it’s a fucking earthquake, it has to be. There’s no other explanation for the way the floor is vibrating beneath my feet. The hot, humming sensation moves up my legs, gathering strength, and I fuck her so violently I’m sure the entire front wall of the house is going to give and we’ll tumble onto the front lawn.
She comes first, screaming my name before sinking her teeth into my shoulder as her body clenches mine. The sting of her bite only heightens the pleasure for me, and I erupt inside her in a series of powerful bursts, my entire body trembling with the force of it.
Afterward, my legs nearly give out, and I have to take a moment to let my muscles recover and regain some strength. We’re both breathing hard, and her forehead is resting on my shoulder. It’s kind of nice, and for a moment I wonder what it would be like if the next words out of her mouth were something sexy or affectionate and not defensive or bossy.
But I know her too well. She doesn’t want me to know how much I get to her.
Sure enough, she doesn’t disappoint.
Her head pops up. “Let me down.”
Carefully, I disengage from her body and set her on her feet. She’s still wearing her lingerie and heels, which is hot as fuck. But why does she have to wear that furrowed-brow expression too? She’s looking at me like I’m a fly in the fruit salad, not like I just gave her an orgasm so intense she bit me.
