Chapter 12 #2
I’m raising the glass to take another drink when a knock startles a yelp out of me, and wine splashes over the rim and covers my hand. “Goddamnit,” I murmur as I set the glass down and grab a towel.
I dab my hand as I walk to the door. I assume it’s Jenson needing to be a dick one more time. About to give him as much attitude as I can muster, I whip the door open, but immediately freeze.
Ian stands outside my door. He has his hands on each side of the door frame, accentuating his muscular build. His gaze travels up and down my body, leaving a trail of fiery arousal along its path. When his eyes meet mine, they’re a little wild and unfocused.
“Ian,” I whisper, unsure what else to say. Unsure of why he’s here.
Dropping his hands, he takes a small step toward me. I take a small one back, opening the door wider.
He tsks softly. “Careful, Mags. One might see that as an invitation.”
Goosebumps flare across my arms at his deep, husky voice. It’s slightly slurred, indicating that he’s had more than one drink before arriving here.
But I ask anyway, “Are you drunk?”
Taking another small step into my apartment, I do the same. “I’ve had drinks. Not enough not to know this is probably really fucking stupid, but enough that I also…don’t care.” He steps toward me and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Ask me in, Maggie.”
My chest rises and falls quickly, and I lick my lips. His eyes flare as he tracks my tongue.
I hesitate, but know there’s only one thing to say. “Would you like to come in, Ian?”
His hand finds my waist as he moves me back.
I release my hold on the door, and it swings shut behind him.
My heart races as he keeps moving me until my back hits the dining room table.
A gasp leaves my lips as he spins me around, and his solid front presses against me from behind.
His nose runs up my neck and into my hair as he inhales deeply.
I’m panting with how much I want him after all this time apart.
“Goddamn, I’ve missed you, Mags.” As his mouth finds the side of my neck, his teeth and lips tease the sensitive skin. I let out a moan when he bites and nibbles his way from my ear all the way down to my shoulder, the pleasurable pain making me squeeze my legs together.
“I’ve missed you, too, Ian. More than I can tell you,” I whisper.
I can’t bring myself to care about the consequences of letting him close to me again.
This feels too good. His scent intoxicates me enough to know I’m going to give him whatever he wants tonight.
Because I’m weak and broken, and right now, he’s the only thing I want to fix me.
I whimper out a protest when he pulls away. His hand settles on my back as he pushes me, so I lie face down, bent over the table. I can’t see him from this angle, and from the fact that I didn’t turn on many lights when I got home. The dim light heightens the intensity of this moment.
I feel him moving behind me, and I inhale quickly when he rips my leggings over my ass and yanks them down until they’re around my ankles.
Ian’s warm palms grip my hips and maneuver them where he wants them.
Any thoughts swirling in my head are obliterated when his tongue runs up the back of my thigh to my ass cheek.
All I can focus on is how good it feels to have Ian touching me again.
My face tingles, and my eyes start watering at how much I don’t want this to end.
“It’s a shame it’s been so long since I’ve been here.”
I’m going to respond when he bites down hard on the globe of my ass. Instead of words, I let out a moan-filled gasp.
He groans, and his breath caresses my core. “So fucking perfect. Spread your legs a little for me, beautiful.”
I obey, and Ian doesn’t say anything else as he busies himself eating me out from behind. His hands are squeezing my cheeks as he shifts me slightly in one direction or another so he can give me the perfect amount of pleasure.
I whimper when his mouth leaves me, but his thick fingers quickly slip inside to fill me up. “I can’t decide if you’re ruining my life, or if you’re the reason for it.”
At his statement, my heart stutters and my body tenses.
But I don’t have time to react further as he rubs my clit hard while massaging my G-spot, leaving me a sweating, crying mess.
My orgasm overtakes me completely, so much so that if I weren’t lying on the table, I probably would have collapsed—my legs barely able to hold up my bottom half as it is.
I’m still catching my breath when a feather-light kiss is pressed to the back of my thigh—so light I wonder if I imagined it—before the door slams, confirming his exit. I pop up and spin around as carefully as I can with my leggings still around my ankles.
Ian is gone. He left me. He didn’t stay for me.
I give in to my body and sink to the floor, not bothering to pull up my pants. The tears don’t stop until I fall asleep, curled up on the floor, wishing that anything about my life was different. Just one change is all I need.