Page 27 of Hensley Manor
“We slaved away in the kitchen making these,” I said, placing the napkin on the table beside a book he must’ve been reading before I walked in. “I thought we should try them together.”
When Ian didn’t move forward, I glanced at him. He stared at me with both confusion and guilt in his expression.
“Look, I’m sorry for snapping earlier,” I said, stepping toward him. My hand automatically jumped to my head, right where the scar snaked beneath my hairline. “There are some things I don’t feel comfortable talking about. That’s one of them.”
“Very well. I won’t ask again.”
“Thanks.”
Then, we just stared at each other. The ticking of the clock on the mantel was all that sounded in the room.
“So, we should try these,” I said, tearing my gaze from his and motioning to the sweets.
Ian approached the table, albeit cautiously, and grabbed one of the pies. He didn’t take a bite, though. His eyes were fixated on me.
I bit into mine and found it impossible to suppress the groan; apple, cinnamon, and buttered crust. It was fucking paradise in a single bite. My appetite for sweets might’ve been nonexistent earlier at the dinner table, but it was back in full swing.
“I’m gonna need this recipe, so I can—”
But then Ian’s arms were around me and his mouth was crashing down on mine.
I grunted my surprise, dropping the pie before gripping his sides and melting against him. The scent of pine surrounded me, and I slid my hands to his back, meeting each hard press of his mouth with one of my own. The kiss was different than the first time. It was hot and driven by a lust so strong that it made my head spin.
“On the bed,” he panted, his lips still touching mine.
Taking two handfuls of his shirt, I tugged him with me, capturing his sweet lips again as we stumbled over to the bed. The mattress dipped with our weight as Ian pushed me to my back and got on top of me. He kissed me again before moving from my lips and to my neck.
I smoothed my hands up the back of his shirt, groaning at the soft skin and hard muscle underneath. And the weight of him…damn, it was intoxicating. I had missed the feel of a man on me.
Ian reached back and grabbed his shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. The action ruffled his already tousled hair, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to look any sexier, but he managed to do just that.
Broad shoulders and a toned chest covered in a very fine dusting of blond hair filled my vision. Unable to resist, I leaned up to kiss his collarbone before licking down to his beaded nipple.
“Christ,” he gasped, as my mouth circled the bud. His sweats did nothing to conceal his erection, and it nudged mine as he rocked his hips forward.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, before sucking his nipple again and flicking my tongue against it.
Ian shuddered and released the sexiest whimper I’d ever heard.
He took off my shirt, and I pushed down his pants. His fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans as I licked up the side of his neck. Any way I could touch him, kiss him, I did. He kissed down my chest on his way to my stomach where he then nipped at my belly button, making me squirm.
“How long has it been for you?” I asked, knotting my fingers in his blond hair.
“Too long.”
At least we had that in common.
After taking my jeans the rest of the way off, he brushed his lips across the indention of my hip bone. When he pulled off my boxers and my cock sprang free, slapping my lower abdomen, he licked his lips and moved his intense stare to me.
Holding eye contact, he slipped the head of my cock between his delicious lips. I gripped the blanket beneath me and moaned as I watched his mouth take more of me inside. The licks and sucks were great, but I nearly shot off the bed when he began kneading my balls, gently tugging on them as his wet tongue licked the underside of my throbbing erection.
And then those beautiful fucking fingers I had often fantasized about moved to my ass.
Ian slid the tip of one inside, slow and teasing, and worked on opening me. When one finger glided in and out easily, he added another. Three fingers had my eyes rolling in the back of my head, especially when he nudged my prostate.
“More,” I gasped, arching my back. The sensations were unlike anything I’d experienced before. I was in heaven with his mouth snug around my cock and his fingers in my ass. The lustful gleam in his eyes made heat pool in my belly and spread farther below.
Something happened to my heart, too.
