Page 96 of Doc Showmance
“Tell me you’re not afraid now,” he whispered. “I am.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“Scared as hell you’ll kick me in the nuts.” His lips twitched upward but didn’t lift into a full Ian smile. “You’re driving me out of my mind, Amber. I can’t think of anything other than you. You’ve driven me to violence twice, which isn’t me. I’ve punched two people in less than a week over you. So, yeah, I’m scared. I want to run, too. We both probably will run at some point, but how about we not do this right now. Not tonight.”
I struggled to find resolve even though my insides went gooey over what he’d said. “Ian, we’re—”
He cut me off with his mouth. His lips sealed over mine, taking control of my mouth completely and totally.
His fingers trailed past the hem of my jeans to the globes of my ass.
I aimed my mouth for his neck to kiss and then bite.
Ian moved his neck to give me more access. I opened my mouth wider and kissed more of his neck, which tasted salty and smelled of the aftershave he wore every day.
“Jesus, Amber,” he hissed when my teeth bit harder than I should’ve.
His hips rolled into me, and he did it twice more as I kissed and sucked on the skin harder. “You taste good.”
A wild groan erupted as he arms wrapped me, pulling our fronts closer together, tight. My breasts smashed against his hard chest. “If you don’t want this you need to go. I want all of you. Right now.”
I wanted this. Wanted him. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“I never said it did.”
In a movement so effortless, he stripped me of my pants and my thong. He hauled me up against his body. My legs instinctively wrapped his waist.
We barely made it to the edge of the doorway to his bedroom before he was entering me. Inch after inch, slowly until he was seated completely.
I sucked in a breath. I’d never felt him without a condom. He rolled my back off the doorframe to use the support of the wall instead.
He gasped, followed by a groan. “Oh, fuck that’s amazing. I forgot… I never forget. Let me get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control. It’s okay. Let me feel this.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“I trust you.”
Then he moved, up and down. Over and over again. Until it was faster and harder.
“Jesus,” he chanted over and over, his whole body tight and straining. His breaths became as ragged as mine before he slipped his forearm beneath my ass.
All I could do was wrap my arms around him and hold on as each of us took everything we could from the other. He kept moving even when I was shaking, when the orgasm powered through me.
He smiled, but it was far more than that awful plastic smile. He lit up. His hips powered into me. His grip tightened until his moans became husky and rough. I almost couldn’t hear his choked groan as he pulsed inside me. His entire body stiffened. He cried out what I think was my name, but he was hitting something inside that made me see stars. I clung tight to him.
Both covered in sweat and out of breath, we collapsed when he carried me to the bed.
“God help me,” he muttered.
“That was perfect.” I trembled and wondered if I was dying. It was a good way to go. No complaints. My fingers traced the ridges of his chest down his abdomen.
“It was,” he mumbled beside me. He got up and returned moments later with a washcloth. He muttered, “Cleaning. Sorry. I’ve never done it that way. Not going to say I regret it but that was a whole new level for me.”
“Me too.” We still had to break up. I just had to gather enough courage to see it through.
He pulled me into him. “I don’t know if I can let you go. I don’t think I ever let go of what we had even from back in school.”
