Page 36 of Hensley Manor
After the movie, I helped Ian clean up before we went upstairs to his room. We instantly came together, mouths seeking mouths and hands tugging off clothes. The kisses were almost desperate, as if he was in his head, too, and needed the closeness as much as I did.
“I don’t know what brought you to my manor,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over mine. “But I thank God that you’re here. These days with you have been…”
He didn’t need to continue for me to know what he was going to say. Because I felt it, too. Our connection penetrated me bone deep—deeper than that, a place no physical thing could touch.
I clung onto him, burying my face in the side of his hair. Six days. That’s all it’d taken for me to fall for him.
His lips were back on mine and his tongue was slipping into my mouth. I flipped him to his back on the bed, not breaking the kiss, and straddled him. He then stared up at me as I prepped myself, and when he couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his arms around me and helped. His fingers glided in and out of my ass as he kissed my chest.
“You’re so warm,” he murmured against my skin.
I fisted his hair and nuzzled the side of his head. He smelled of pine and spice and I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t get enough of his touch, his lips, and his voice.
I rode him that night, staring down into his blue eyes as I brought us closer to that amazing edge. He gripped my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin. A thin sheen of sweat coated my skin and dampened my hair.
“So beautiful,” Ian said, holding my gaze.
I loved that he called me beautiful. I didn’t believe that I was, but it was still nice to hear.
He panted and briefly closed his eyes as his muscles started to tense. Fuck, he was so close. I could feel it. I was close, too. I jerked myself and then gasped when his thick cock brushed against my prostate.
The sex was driven by a primal need, but beneath the lust was something else. Something that should’ve scared me but didn’t.
Something perfect.
“Come for me, Cole.” He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes. “God, I want to see you let go.”
I came down on him harder, faster. He replaced my hand with his and stroked my cock, bringing me to the edge and pushing me off. As my release slammed into me, I cried out and slapped my hands on his chest to keep from falling over. He grunted as his cock twitched and spilled into me.
I collapsed beside him afterward, totally spent and exhausted. But although I was tired, I didn’t want to go to sleep. I traced the curve of his bottom lip as he stared at me, his chest rising and falling with his panting breaths. With his hair disheveled and sweat glistening on his collarbone, he was the sexiest I’d ever seen him.
No, not sexy—though he was definitely that, too. Ian was breathtakingly handsome. He was my James Dean, classically handsome and looking as if he’d just stepped out of a black and white movie.
He lifted a hand and moved his fingers along my jaw. “Ten days won’t be enough with you.”
“You never know, you might get sick of me,” I said with a grin. But below the surface, my heart was cracking.
“Never,” he responded. “You’re like a fine glass of red wine. I can drink you every evening for the rest of my life and never grow tired of you.”
“So, I’m wine now? Are you trying to say you need to drink in order to be around me?”
Ian chuckled. “Come here, you.” He tugged me closer and rested his cheek on the top of my head. “I like you sleeping beside me.”
I liked it, too. Probably more than I should have.
How was I ever going to leave him?
***
The whole town seemed to be at the Christmas parade the next day. Ian and I walked toward the street where countless people stood, their excited voices adding to the buzz in the air. Tracy and Jolie had arrived shortly before we did and waved at us.
“We saved you a spot up front!” Jolie shouted over the noise.
Once we were near them, I got pulled in for a hug and gently returned it. I still wasn’t used to how happy and friendly everyone was in Evergreen Valley, townspeople and guests at the manor included.
“How long is this thing?” I asked, bouncing on my heels to help warm up. It was fucking cold.
“It starts in about five minutes and lasts for,” Ian made a face as he mentally calculated, “usually fifteen to twenty minutes.”
