Page 25 of Outside the Lines
A quick trip up a set of outside stairs, and then he opened the door into a lovely loft. I didn’t get much of a view, partly because the room was softly lit, but mostly because Ian grabbed me by the shirt right away and pulled me to him. Our mouths met. He was hungry and demanding and each swipe of his tongue had me wanting to sink to my knees. Especially when he worked the buttons of my shirt open and slid his palms over my chest. I moaned into him.
“You’re fucking dirty, aren’t you?” Teeth grazed my chin and his fingers pulled at my nipple. “Bet I could bend you over and take you right here.”
Yeah. He could. “Any way you want me.”
“Oh, Si.” He shoved my shirt over my shoulders and I shrugged it off and onto the floor. “Don’t tempt me like that.”
I met his gaze. “I mean it.”
Ian got this ravenous look. “I’m sure you do. And I happen to have a laundry list of what I want to do to you.” He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper apart, practically in one motion.
“You’ve known me two days, how long could it be?” Not that I hadn’t been fantasizing about him. But still.
Jeans and underwear slid down my legs and pooled at my feet, then I was in Ian’s arms and he was kissing me again like he could drink my soul down. His hands roamed my back and ass and he nipped my lip hard enough to sting. I couldn’t help the gasp or the shudder that ran through me. I rode his thigh, my dick pressed so hard against his jeans that it hurt.Heaven and hell.He opened my crack and skimmed my hole and I nearly came right there and then. “Fuck.”
Ian’s lips brushed mine and he chuckled. “I have a vivid imagination.”
And wicked intentions. He bit my shoulder, pulling a long moan out of me, then patted my cheek. “Lose the socks and shoes, then get your ass on my bed.”
I could get used to this. Being stripped. Ordered. At Ian’s beck and call.
He sauntered toward his bed, pulling off his shirt as he went. The muscles of his naked back rippled when he tossed the shirt away. He glanced back. “Move it, Simon, or it’ll be a hell of a lot more fun for me . . . and less for you.”
Someoneliked games. Getting my shoes off nearly had me tumbling to the floor, but I was by Ian’s bed as fast as I could manage. He was naked—wonderfully, gloriously naked—and stroking himself. On his stomach, a tattoo of thorns and roses swirled from his hip to his treasure trail. “Shit, that’s beautiful.”
He smirked. “The ink?”
“Everything.” I breathed the word. “You— I.” My brain couldn’t gather enough thoughts to speak. Ian was stunning, and I washere. He wanted my scrawny, clumsy, married, poly, bisexual ass. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed that—a man’s desire. That it was Ian’s was exponentially miraculous. “Please?” I didn’t know what I was asking for.
Maybe Ian did, because curiosity, then firmness flickered across his features. He stepped up and kissed me.
Unlike all the times before, this was tender and light. I closed my eyes against the dizziness of his taste. Fingers pressed against my hips and our cocks slid together. He hummed into my mouth and shifted me—us—until I felt the bed against the backs of my thighs.
“Sit,” he whispered, and I did.
He had the biggest grin when I stared up at him. “Anything,” I repeated. I’d swallow him again. Get on my hands and knees. Whatever he wanted.
“You trust me that much?”
I shouldn’t after two days, but I always fell hard and fast, or I didn’t at all. One of these days, that would get me into trouble. Not with Ian, though. I knew that like I knew my own name. “Yeah.”
Tracing my jaw with his fingers, he spoke. “You’re something else, Si.” Warmth in his voice—he wasn’t making fun of me. “Stretch yourself out on your back . . . Hands at the headboard.”
He watched me as I moved, his dick pointing up at the ceiling and his focus on my face and arms. The headboard had slats, but they were too close together to grip, so I grazed my hands against the wood. Smooth and warm.
Ian drank me in, his gaze licking over my body as if it were a canvas and he was deciding where to place the first stroke of paint. His choice was the lightest of touches against my abs, above my cock. I bit my tongue to keep from groaning. Failed.
“None of that.” Ian ran his nails up my chest and flicked a nipple. “We’re at my place. You’re in my bed. We’re gonna play bymyrules. I want to heareverything, Simon. Every moan, every curse, every scream. No hiding. Understood?”
“Yeah.” I sounded shaky. Hell, I was. Trembling. Turned on and buzzing. Ian had barely touched me and I was high as a kite already.
“Good.” He flicked my nipple again and I winced and groaned, my body on fire. “Much better.” Ian patted my cheek once more, his eyes bright and cheeks flush. “I’ll be back. I need to fetch a few items.”
I exhaled and relaxed against the pillows. “Oh fuck, this is . . .” Good. Hot. Sexy.
A drawer closed and Ian clicked his tongue—a sound of disappointment that I’d held back my words.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered.
