Ian’s fingers were firm and nearly forceful as they traveled to my breast, squeezing and caressing as they went, but it was not awkward. Each move seemed to naturally lead to the other. As his hands traveled to my breast, it seemed only natural that they would slip beneath my shirt and bra and seek out my nipple. And it seemed only natural that he would pluck them.
I tore my mouth away when he did that, trying to pull in a breath that simply wouldn’t come.
“Cat got your tongue?” Satisfaction lit his gaze as I gaped at him like a fish out of water, shocked at the height of the sensation his touch triggered. He continued to rub my nipples in slow circles, his eyes glazed over as he watched my trembling, choking responses.
“Breathe,” he said, and I had no choice but to obey.
But finally, just when I managed to gasp in a breath, his hands moved again, slipping under my skirt to my panties, and my breath wooshed out again.
God, what was going on?
Everything was happening way too fast and frantic for me to think past the dizzying desire that swept through me like a river rushing over a cliff.
And God knew I was touching him too because I had no choice. The ache between my legs and the desire that had been building ever since I first saw him demanded that I caress his glorious body right then and there. I was grasping him, holding him tightly against my body, and trying as much as possible to get even closer to him. I wanted to crawl under his skin, to be a part of him. The hardness under my thigh suddenly caught my attention, but the minute I touched it, he jerked.
“Don’t,” he barked. “Don’t.”
I pulled back, obeying quietly. He thrust his hand into my hair, grasping tightly as he pulled me in for one of his maddening kisses, the kind that had me losing my mind once more. I gave myself over to the sensations and desire, everything becoming a dizzying kaleidoscope until suddenly, his hands were grasping my hips.
“Fuck, I want you,” he groaned, his eyes crazed. “I want you too fucking much. I should stop.”
“Don’t stop, please.” I would die if he did. This was crazy, but I would die if he did. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I can’t,” he murmured. “I don’t want to use you this way, but I can’t stop.”
“Use me.” I pulled his mouth back to mine, needing more of his addictive kisses. “Use me.”
“Fuck.”
I felt his hands slip back under my skirt, ripping my panties in his fervor.
I felt my back against the couch, and wordlessly, he rose above me, using one hand to shuffle his pants and briefs down. I gasped when I felt his length at my center, nudging, wanting entry.
His eyes met mine, and I saw myself in them. I saw the same wanton need that rode me, and I nodded, giving him what he needed.
He swallowed and thrust forward in one move, filling me up to the point of pain.
I gasped.
“Fuuuuuuck!” he swore. “Shit. I didn’t mean to do that. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You just feel so fucking—”
I cut him off, dragging his face to mine and kissing him, desperate for his taste once more. I didn’t want him to stop, and if he kept speaking, he might. He began to thrust slowly at first, then more jerkily as if he was losing control of himself.
“So wet,” he muttered against my lips, and he was right. I could feel moisture dripping down my thighs, but all of that meant nothing. I was lost in arousal as it built and built, driving me mercilessly to the point of no return.
I muffled a scream as my orgasm ripped through me, sharp as a knife. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt, nearing pain. I clutched him tightly, pretty sure at this point that my nails were digging into his back. I was certain I was hurting him with my grip, but he didn’t complain.
Instead, he threw his head back and came hard, moaning my name over and over.
14
IAN
Fuck.
I messed up.
There was no other way to say it. I could sugarcoat it, blame it on the drunkenness, or on the fact that after the shit day I had, I simply wanted to feel good again. Except I hadn’t been that drunk, and stress wasn’t the reason I had sex with Piper.