Page 70 of Hold You Close
“Work.” He smiles. “How were the kids?”
I shrug a little. “Kids.”
“I love the shirt. You look good in my clothes.” His eyes glimmer in the moonlight.
“Yeah?” I ask as the desire starts to build.
“You look good out of my clothes too, but that shirt . . .”
I was such a fool to think I could resist him. It’s a miracle I did it for this long. All I want right now is to feel him in every way. My heart begins to beat so hard in my chest I worry it’ll explode, but tonight, I need to be one hundred percent with Ian.
“Why this shirt?” I ask as I sit up.
“I remember when you gave it to me.”
I slowly lift the hem, pulling it over my head and exposing my breasts. “You should have it back if it means that much to you.”
His eyes travel from my face to my breasts, lingering there. He swallows loudly and I square my shoulders a bit.
“London.” His voice sounds like it’s about to crack. “We don’t have to . . .”
“Shh.” I press my finger to his lips. “We don’t have to do anything, but I want to. I want you and us and I want you to make love to me, Ian.”
He sits up, his hands cupping my cheeks as he comes closer to my lips. “Are you sure?”
My hand rests on his chest and I nod. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
And then Ian kisses me.
This kiss is different from anything we’ve shared recently. The emotions I’m feeling are heightened and I grow dizzy from his kiss. Our tongues are gentle, moving with each other in the softest ways.
“God, I’ve dreamt of this,” he says, and then his lips are moving down my throat.
“Not as much as I have.”
He lays me down on the pillow and sits up on his knees. Ian pulls my panties down, tossing them to the floor.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head.
“Then allow me to show you how I see you.” Ian’s hands cup my breasts, he kneads, and rubs his thumb around my nipple. “You’re more beautiful than any other woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Ian,” I moan as he starts to flick his thumb against my nipple.
“What baby?”
“I want you,” I pant. “I need you.”
“You’re going to have it all, but first I’m going to love your entire body with my mouth.”
Yes, freaking please.
He leans down, taking the pebbled peak in his mouth and lavishing it with his tongue. My fingers glide to the back of his head, holding him there, needing him to keep going. His hand moves down my belly and he starts to mimic the movement of his mouth against my clit.
Around and around, pushing me higher until I break out in a cold sweat.
It’s like he has a map to my body and is hitting every checkpoint.
