Page 71 of Hold You Close
He moves down my body, his tongue sliding along my skin. “I want you to come on my tongue.”
My legs are tossed over his shoulders, and his mouth is on me before I can protest.
“Holy shit,” I cry out as his tongue moves over my clit.
I know we did this a few nights ago, but it’s a hundred times better than I remember. He moves his mouth in just the right way, sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves, pulling pleasure in a way that only he can.
My body stiffens as my orgasm begins to approach. I moan and grip the sheets, the pressure building to the point where I’m going to erupt. Then he begins to finger me, and I call out his name.
“I’m going to come,” I pant.
He moans, sending vibrations through my pussy, and I start to shake until I’m at the point where it’s almost pain. Ian curls his finger just the right way and I’m gone.
“Oh, God.” I arch my back as he keeps going, making my orgasm go on and on. “Ian. Fuck. I can’t,” I mutter incoherently.
“Fucking. Incredible,” he says as he climbs up my body.
“Only because it’s you.”
He pushes the hair off my face. “No, you’re incredible all the time. Together, we’re something else.”
I reach my hand down, wanting to make him feel good. My hand wraps around his cock, and I begin to pump up and down. “I want you so much.”
“You have me.”
“I’m going to want you again. And again. And again.”
He smiles down at me. “Baby, I’m going to have you every night. I’m going to make you addicted to this so you never leave me again.”
I press my other hand to his face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good. I need to be inside of you, London. I need to feel you.”
“No condom,” I say, surprising myself.
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t want anything else between us.” I touch his face. “No more barriers. I’m safe, and I’m on the pill.”
He kisses me hard, almost as though he didn’t have a choice in the matter. “Nothing else will be between us, baby. Nothing.”
Ian’s cock lines up at my entrance and I close my eyes.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I obey. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. In his gaze, I see everything he’s feeling. Regret, desire, hope, and then, right before he pushes inside, his eyes fill with love. A love that two people shared what feels like a million years ago.
One I thought was gone forever.
“London.” He says my name like a prayer. “Do you feel that?”
I nod. “I feel everything.”
I never would admit it to anyone, but hating Ian was always easier than admitting I loved him. He was the first boy I loved. And if I’m honest, he’s the only man I’ve ever wanted to love me back. My heart would ache when I saw him with anyone else. The day he married Jolene, I cried. He was mine.
He’s always been mine.
Right now, I’m his.
