Chapter 15 #2
“I’ll try my best. It will be hard, but I will attempt to let your team help.”
He let go of her hands to pull away and turn to face her. “You have too many clothes on, love.”
She really wished he wouldn’t use that term with her. Ian used it as affection, and while she was half British, it was still messing with her mostly American brain. It didn’t mean that he was in love with her, but it was hard to control her body’s reaction.
“Lila?”
“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. She wasn’t shy, but she did hate that she had lost so much weight. After pulling off her shirt and tugging off her board shorts, she let one eyebrow raise. He chuckled.
“You don’t ever do what I expect.”
“Why be boring?”
His hand was on the button to his pants, and she leaned up to kiss him.
Just that simple brush of lips had another rush of heat rushing through her.
Never in her life had she felt this way about a man.
She wanted to jump him at the same time he wanted to cuddle.
Lila did not cuddle. At least not normally, but with Ian, she wanted that.
She wanted it all.
That one thought had her heart squeezing tight. Ian wasn’t a man who would want forever. She knew that he was dead set against settling down. And she didn’t even know if she would survive this entire plot. But she wanted it almost more than she wanted her next breath.
“Why so serious?”
She sighed. “Because I am once again naked and you are not.”
His mouth twitched. “Don’t ever say that I don’t do this to please you. But first, put on the waterproof bandage.”
Another sigh. “So sexy.”
But she did grab one out of the bag that was sitting on the vanity, applied it, then slipped past him into the shower.
The water was hot, and it felt good. Better than good. As it pounded against her stiff back muscles, she watched Ian drop his pants. His cock was long and hard, curving up against his abdomen.
This man, he was put together as if the Gods themselves had a hand in it.
The lean sculpted muscles, the dark hair, and those eyes.
She knew a lot of people thought they were cold, but she had always seen them as blue fire.
Appearing cold, but in the depths of them, you could see the warmth in his soul.
He stepped into the shower letting the door shut behind him.
The clink of the door should have scared her.
It was almost like she was stepping into another trap, one of her own making.
This man was not for her. It wasn’t that he would never settle down.
Lila had always known that would be some kind of insane pipe dream that would never probably happen.
Other than Sam, Ian represented the longest personal relationship she had ever had. Sure, he hadn’t known she obsessed about him. That so many times, she had been there to make sure bad things didn’t happen to him. And somewhere along the way, she had started to fall for him.
Lila didn’t know if she believed in love. In her personal life, she had only seen people use it to hurt each other. That was until her friends had started to fall in love. It was hard not to yearn for the same thing. For a man who would be there by her side to make her life easier.
But that wasn’t for her. For the rest of her life, there would probably be a target on her back. Or maybe not. Either way, she couldn’t think about what tomorrow would bring. What she could do was what she had been doing for most of her life. Preparing for the worst and hoping for the best.
“Love, why do you always look so serious?”
There he went again, calling her love.
“Everyone knows that I have an excellent sense of humor.”
He stepped closer, cupping her face with one of his hands. He always looked so well put together. The expensive suits, the perfectly trimmed hair, so she had been surprised at the rough calluses on his fingers. The man loved working with his hands, in more ways than one.
Maybe that’s what appealed to her the most. On the surface, he just let everyone see what he wanted them to see.
The polished exterior that could charm anyone, but beneath the surface, he was grounded in reality.
And while she loved that about him, she had had too much reality for the time being.
She wanted a little fantasy…and a little control.
“You do, but sometimes, you are way too serious for your own good.”
“Call it the English side of me.”
His mouth curved as he bent his head to kiss her, but he paused just above her mouth. Every fiber of her being urged her to complete the kiss. Instead, she waited. Her breasts ached; her entire body was one big throb of need.
“I like all sides of you, Lila.”
Oh, God that voice. It washed over her, sending little bursts of heat pouring through her entire body.
“Right back at ya, Ian.”
He still didn’t complete the kiss. Instead, he hovered, waiting.
“You really do?” The surprise in his voice struck her as odd.
“Yes. Why are you asking that?”
“No reason.”
“Ian.”
He released a long sigh filled with a mix of resignation and relief. “Not many people know I’m a killer.”
“You did your duty for queen and country, Ian. You made the world safer.”
He opened this mouth to probably argue with her, but she was done waiting.
Rising up, Lila took control of the kiss.
The power of that one move fed the hunger that always seemed to simmer when he was near.
It exploded within her, and that need to control, to show him just how she felt about him, urged her on.
She wrapped her hand around his cock as she continued to kiss him.
He groaned as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, almost in perfect rhythm with her strokes.
Soon, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. She wanted everything. But she knew that would never happen. Lila couldn’t keep Ian. But in this one instance, she could show him just how she felt.
Tearing her mouth away from his, she dropped to her knees.
“Lila.”
Power rushed through her. For years she had been on the run, trying everything she could to stay alive. She had never really had control of anything, but she wanted this…she wanted him. And even if she couldn’t have him for forever, she could have him now, in this instant.
She looked up at him as she leaned forward to lick the tip of his rigid length.
His nostrils flared as he watched her. That one little sign spurred her on.
She opened her mouth and took him fully into her mouth.
Salty sweetness filled all of her senses.
Pulling back, she swiped her tongue over the tip, then took him into her mouth once more.
His fingers speared through her wet hair as he molded his hands to her head.
“Bloody hell, Lila.”
His voice shook with his hunger as she slipped her hand up to cup his sac. Ian’s entire body seemed to jolt with just one squeeze, and he seemed to grow larger in her mouth.
“Absolutely not,” he said as his hands fell away from her head and he urged her up.
“What? I wanted you to come in my mouth.”
“Jesus, woman, you will be the death of me. Next time.”
He gave her a quick, hard kiss. Then lifted her up. She thought he would take her out into the bedroom, but instead, he stepped further into the shower, pressing her back against the wall.
He attacked her nipples taking one into his mouth and sucking on it so hard, her eyes rolled back in her head.
Pleasure sparked and shimmered as she felt his teeth graze over the tip.
He moved onto her other nipple giving it the same treatment.
Her sex dampened and she almost came from him sucking on her nipples.
Fuck.
Before she was ready, he was pulling back from her.
“Wrap your legs around me, love.” His voice had grown even deeper, his hunger dripping from every syllable.
She didn’t hesitate. She was vibrating with something that wasn’t quite normal.
He lifted her a little higher, then used a hand to position his dick right at her entrance.
Lila wanted a hard thrust, one that would make her forget this wasn’t forever.
It was just while she was on the run and afterwards they would probably part ways.
She wanted to obliterate that fact with the pleasure she knew waited.
Instead, Ian slowly lowered her onto his cock, his gaze locked with hers. The same craving burning through her entire body seemed to burn deep in his blue gaze. She had never had a man look at her like that. Like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
When he was finally seated within her, he held her there.
“You are so damned tight. Fuck, you feel like heaven. Like you were made for me.”
She should have known he would be a talker during sex. His fingers dug into her flesh as he kept up the measured thrusts. Lila was so close, but with him holding her like this, she couldn’t gain traction. Frustration grew. The only thing she could do was growl in irritation.
As if to answer her, he changed the angle of the thrusts. Right there. Just almost, then he pulled back and drove back into her, this time even harder. The ache inside her grew as he moved her closer and closer to the edge.
“Ian.”
She said his name in a plea for satisfaction, and it seemingly worked. His rhythm increased, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the small space of the shower.
“Come for me, love. I want to feel it.”
Somehow, he slipped his hand between them to stroke her clit. Just two strokes and all the tension inside of her exploded.
“Ian!”
His name echoed through the bathroom as the fire he’d built consumed her.
“God, yes,” he groaned thrusting harder and harder. Even as her first orgasm ebbed, another one seemed to be building right behind it.
She couldn’t speak. All she could do was surrender to the erotic assault. Her second release seemed even more profound than the first. This time, Ian was with her, pouring himself into her.
She felt his mouth move over her neck before he pulled back. They were both soaking wet from the shower.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you, Lila.”
She wanted to have some kind of snappy comeback, but she couldn’t find one. Instead, she just stared at him like she was an idiot. Because she was. There was no doubt in her mind that she had just made the biggest mistake of her life.
She had fallen headfirst in love with Ian Charles Smith.