Chapter 13 #2
She stepped closer, bringing her scent to him. He had never been a man who liked the smell of flowers, but with her…it was different. Everything about Lila seemed to turn him on.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
She shrugged as she settled her hands against his chest. “Like you want to devour me.”
Because he wanted to. There would never be a time when he didn’t want her. As hunger wound through him, he tried to hold it at bay. Yes, she was looking better, but the concussion she’d had was pretty bad.
“I think it’s my turn to say to stop thinking.”
“Your turn?”
She smiled. “This is new. I like it.”
He stopped her even though she was close enough to feel her heat. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”
Her mouth curved. “Yeah, I do.”
“If you give yourself to me, you’re mine. You get that, right?”
“You’re way too serious.”
Was she kidding? “Lila, I mean it. If you disappear, I will hunt you down.”
“Let’s be honest with each other. You would do that anyway.”
He opened his mouth to argue with her, but she pressed closer.
There would be no mistaking the bulge in his pants, not when she was rubbing against it.
It was impossible to keep his hands off her.
He settled them on her waist. As he prepared to set her away from him, she moaned.
The sound of it sent another wave of need surging through his veins.
She was killing him. There was no way he had any blood left in his brain. His cock was so damned hard that there would probably be permanent indentions from his zipper. Lila slipped her hands up his chest to his shoulders. The scent of roses filled the area around him. His head was spinning.
Rising to her tiptoes, she nibbled on his bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth.
“Lila, you’re playing with fire.”
“Don’t worry, Ian, I’m used to getting burned. The question is if you can handle it.”
There is no way he could ignore that challenge. He had been truthful before. Every time she had spoken to him, especially lately, he had gotten turned on. All that time, the intimacy of their interactions, it had been foreplay. Now, the fierce hunger he had for her was frightening even to him.
When he didn’t answer right away, her face flamed in embarrassment.
“Never mind.”
He had wanted her to step away—but that wasn’t exactly honest. The man he was had to warn her, especially when she had told him she wasn’t equipped to handle a man like him. This was different though.
He tightened his hold on her waist. “No, I need you to understand. I am not an easy man. I will not make this easy on you. This is the one time I will warn you away from me.”
Her gaze shot up to his face. “What?”
“Listen, I want you more than my next breath.”
“Sure, Mix.”
He heard the doubt in her voice. “Dammit, woman, I have been walking around half aroused since that kiss. Do you know I almost came in my pants just from that kiss?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head.
“I just needed to make sure you understood there is no going back from this.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you’re mine. Only mine.” Forever.
Bloody hell, the one thought had his lungs seizing.
He barely knew her. No, that was a lie. He did know her.
She was quirky to hide that soft heart of hers.
She took time out to save people, while putting herself at risk, and she never asked for anything in return.
She had a wicked tongue that could put him in his place no matter what the occasion.
But he wanted more than just this night. He wanted more. His mind whirled with the implications, but Ian discovered he didn’t give a damn. Never in his life had he felt this connected to a woman, this…in sync. They argued all the time, she drove him crazy, but she was the one for him.
Ian was smart enough not to say that. Instead, he kept his gaze steady on hers.
“We only have tonight.” The finality of her tone made his nonexistent heart hurt. “Maybe another one. This…could go badly.”
He knew she didn’t mean the two of them having sex. She was talking about the situation. He couldn’t fight her belief that she would die. His fingers tightened on her waist.
“Let me worry about what’s going to happen,” he said, urging her closer. He leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers. “My main focus at the moment is making you scream my name.”
Without any warning, he lifted her up off the floor and tossed her on the king-sized bed.
Her surprised laugh filled the room. Ian realized he had never really heard her laugh like that.
It gave him pause because he realized that he wanted to make her laugh like that every day for the rest of her life.
He settled his hands on either side of her, pressing them into the mattress.
She met him halfway, as he settled his mouth over hers.
The craving that he had been dealing with over the last few months exploded in that kiss.
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, and he stole inside as he eased her down on the mattress.
Both of them had too many clothes on. Rising up off of her, he helped her out of hers, tugging them off and soon she was naked.
“Fuck me.” She was gorgeous. He barely paid attention to the bandage covering her stomach, because she had the prettiest tits he had ever seen. Just big enough for his hands, with pink nipples. Ian reached out and tugged on one.
“Ian,” she whispered, her voice filled with longing he felt in his gut.
Lust had him leaning down to take it into his mouth.
The moment his mouth touched her flesh, she jerked, then another moan slipped out of her.
He pulled her nipple deep into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth.
At the same time, he plucked her other nipple, loving the way her moans were growing in volume.
He needed more. Careful of her injury, he kissed his way down her body. When he reached her pussy, he settled between her legs. Without hesitation, he licked her slit. She was already so fucking wet, but he wanted more, needed to prove to her just how much she needed him.
He speared his tongue inside of her and the taste of her exploded over his taste buds. Bloody hell, the woman was delicious. Tart and sweet, just like Lila. The intoxicating flavor of her had his head spinning. It shot straight to his dick, and he felt more than little precum wet the head of it.
She speared her fingers into his hair, while moaning his name over and over.
He took her clit into his mouth, sucking on it, while thrusting a finger inside of her.
Her inner muscles clamped hard around his digit.
She was so fucking tight, he couldn’t wait until her snug passage was wrapped around his dick.
He worked another finger inside of her, pressing his thumb against her clit.
Her moans grew louder, her fingers gripping the strands of his hair so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was her pleasure.
He lifted his head to look up her body. “That’s it, love. Come for me.”
Before he even finished his second sentence, Lila was convulsing, his name on her lips as she lost herself to her orgasm.
She shouted his name, her body completely bowing off the bed.
He would remember the sight of her release for the rest of his life.
She was lost in bliss, a slight sheen of perspiration leaving her skin looking dewy.
He had never been this gratified from just making his partner orgasm before. It was exhilarating…almost addicting.
Bloody hell, he was definitely becoming an addict. He should be freaked out by it, but he wasn’t. Instead, he wanted more, wanted to hear her moans, wanted to give her only pleasure.
After slipping off the bed, he tore at his clothes, his own hunger spurring him into a frenzy.
He didn’t question his motives, her motives, all he cared about was getting inside of her.
And that should scare the hell out of him, but it didn’t.
Ian knew he would probably analyze the hell out of his actions after tonight, but at the moment, all he wanted was to be inside of her.
Before tossing his pants away, he retrieved his wallet and grabbed a condom. He had it out and rolled it on, his gaze locked with hers. Lila licked her lips as her eyes slipped down his body.
“Mix, you are put together in the best way,” she said, her voice shimmering with the heat from her orgasm.
He wanted to laugh, again. He had never been an easy lover, never wanted to laugh in bed, but this woman, she did it to him all the time. No matter what the situation, even when she had been mocking him. Especially when she was mocking him.
“I could say the same thing about you, but that would not do you any justice.”
Her eyebrows rose. “You say sweet things to me when I’m naked. I like that.”
There was a sincerity beneath her words that wound into his heart, squeezing it tight. This woman was constantly surprising him, and he wasn’t sure that there would ever be a moment she didn’t.
She was wrong though. He wasn’t sweet. He kept his gaze connected to hers, unable to let her think he was some sweet thing to treasure.
“I’m about to teach you not to call me sweet, Lila.”
Her mouth opened, then snapped shut, and he didn’t blame her. He felt…unrestricted with her, his voice deepening over every syllable. He could let out the inner beast he kept under control in front of others—even former lovers. With her, he wanted her to know everything about him.
“Roll over and up on your knees.”
“Excuse me?”
God help him, that damned pissed off tone of hers was going to be the death of him. It aroused him every time she used it. Instead of giving her the order again, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her onto her stomach.
“Mix—”
She broke off whatever she was about to say when he smacked her on the ass. He would like to say he didn’t gain satisfaction from the red mark on her flesh, or the narrowed look he got over her shoulder.
“You said you understood.”
She opened her mouth to blast him, he was sure.
But he gave her another smack on the other buttock, though not as hard as the last one.
Lila shivered and he knew he had her. She was always in control, the one who seemed to balance all the spinning plates.
Letting someone take over in the bedroom would be a way to release stress.
He smacked her ass once more. She closed her eyes and shivered again.
Ian shoved two fingers inside of her and almost came right then and there.
Still tight and still so fucking wet. Lila pressed back and was in rhythm with him.
Fuck she was magnificent. As her moans grew louder, Ian took her right to the edge before removing his fingers.
“Hey!”
He took hold of her by her hip with one hand, then positioned his dick at her center.
He could feel the heat of her pussy and all he wanted to do was take and take and take.
With one hard thrust he was inside of her.
Her inner walls clamped tight onto his cock.
Grinding his teeth, he fought against the urgency now running through his body. Instead, he held himself still.
“Now, say please.”
Again, those amazing eyes zeroed in on him. He felt the connection all the way to his soul, but he would control himself. Maybe.
“No.”
That one little word uttered with such defiance was more intoxicating than anything else he had ever experienced. Fuck, she was made for him. He shoved her thighs further apart, then settled a hand between her shoulder blades. He knew in this position, it would be difficult to move.
Pulling almost all the way out, he then plunged back into her warmth.
“Say please and I will let you come again.”
Then, to prove that he had complete control, he smacked her ass again. She vibrated with the need for release. Everything in his soul was urging him to do just that, but he kept moving. With one more smack to her ass, she finally broke.
“Please.” It was said from behind clenched teeth, but he didn’t care.
He started to thrust harder and faster now, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drew them both closer to the pinnacle. Soon, she screamed his name, her entire body shaking with her release.
It only took a few more thrusts and he was coming. He held himself deep inside of her as his entire world exploded around him. White-hot pleasure hit him hard and swept over him.
Long moments later, she sighed in complete and absolute satisfaction. Her entire body relaxed beneath him. He opened his eyes and leaned down to kiss the back of her neck. She shivered in response, and while his body liked that reaction, Ian knew she needed a break.
He pulled out of her, and she murmured grumpily.
His mouth twitched. After throwing away the condom, he looked at himself in the mirror.
He should feel guilty for taking her the way he did, but he didn’t.
In fact, he felt more centered than he had in years.
After wandering back into the bedroom, he knew he should go out and talk things over with Conner and Luc, but he knew where he needed to be.
Trying his best not to jostle her awake, and failing, he smiled at her grumpiness.
“What?”
“Come on, love. Get under the covers.”
For once she didn’t fight him. Instead, she settled against the pillow, and he joined her. Easily, as if she had been doing it most of her life, she rolled over and into his arms. The moment she put her head on his shoulder, he felt his world settle.
He stared up at the ceiling and tried to make sense about all these insane thoughts.
Even if both of them made it out of this fucked up situation alive, he knew that would most likely end everything between them.
She would probably walk out of his life at that point.
Besides, he wasn’t a man who was built for forever.
But damned if Lila didn’t want to make him try for it.
With every fiber of his soul, he wanted to hold onto her forever, keeping her safe and making sure that no one even looked at her the wrong way.
Was it because of the situation, or was it because of the woman?
He wasn’t sure he could answer that thought, not with her head on his shoulder and her hand over his heart.
Because if he were pressed for an answer right now, he would definitely say he wanted a forever that included nights like this.