Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
“I promised to be a gentleman,” Ian said, setting the pizza box on her dresser. “I told you this wasnae about sex. I wanted to earn your trust.”
Becca reached for the button on her jeans and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. Ian couldn’t look away. He’d wanted her from the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and now…he wanted all of her.
From the soft curves of her hips to the swells of her bra-covered breasts. His erection hardened against his zipper, yet he remained unmoving, clenching his fist to still himself from reaching for her. If he gave in, there would be no turning back.
Becca walked over to him and reached for the buttons of his shirt. He placed his hands over hers until she met his gaze.
“Marry me.”
Her brows dipped, creating a crease between them. “No, but I told you that I’d meet your mother.”
“You drive me insane.” Ian pressed his lips to hers in a light caress as he held her head.
Her fingers resumed working on unfastening his buttons.
Her hunger matched his. He could feel the electricity in the air.
The sultry way she watched him. What she wasn’t saying with her mouth she was telling him with her eyes.
She was ripe like a forbidden fruit, and he was a man on the verge of starvation.
Their coming together was going to be one she wouldn’t forget.
Ian ripped the fabric of her pretty pink panties, to get them out of his way.
Her gasp was audible, even as she clutched his muscles and drew him closer.
He slid his fingers through her wet folds as he lowered her bra with his teeth.
He took her breast into his mouth, and her nipple pebbled against his tongue.
He sucked on the peak long and hard as he slipped a finger inside her tight channel.
Becca dug her nails into his skin like a wildcat trying to hold her prey, the sharp sting making his need for her even greater.
She was slick and tight as he worked her channel.
Her breath hitched as he scraped his teeth along her nipple.
He registered each exhale, every move that her body responded to.
He knew the minute he got inside of her he wasn’t going to last. He’d wanted this to be special, and special meant him keeping his clothes on until he’d had her in a frenzy and desperate to have him inside of her.
He brought her to the edge of her orgasm in a matter of minutes before he pulled his finger free and brought it to his mouth, tasting her sweet honey for the first time. Her taste made him moan and his cock throb. Every fiber of his being wanted her.
Lifting her off her feet, he carried her to the bed and removed her bra.
He gazed at her, hungry. Splayed across the bed, she was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
Ian leaned down, settling between her thighs, his body spreading them wide.
One taste would never be enough. He lowered his mouth to her mound and ran his tongue through her folds, tasting her desire.
A rumble worked its way from his chest as he fought the urge to claim her.
Whether she realized it or not, she was his.
Becca clenched his hair while arching her body off the bed, trying as she might to push her mound further into his mouth. He rested his arm over her hips and held her down before lifting his head. “You’re a greedy wench.”
She struggled beneath his hold, and he slipped his fingers back inside her.
A moan slipped from her lips as her body settled back onto the bed.
He knew what she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her…
in time. She was hungry for him, but he wanted to savor the moment.
It wasn’t every day he got to make love, for the first time, with his future wife.
“God, Becca, you’re beautiful, and so responsive to my touch,” he growled. He could spend hours just watching her, learning every way imaginable to please her.
She fisted the comforter as he worked his fingers faster inside her.
His tongue found her clit, and he rubbed it in circles, driving her need higher.
Her hips pressed against his arm. She was struggling to be closer, and he was barely hanging on by a thread, trying not to give in to her demands.
He flicked the bud, driving her to a frenzy.
“Oh, Ian,” she said on a breath as her eyes slid closed.
Just hearing his name on her lips spurred him on.
He sucked her bud between his lips and twisted his fingers until he found her G-spot.
She bucked against his hold as he brought her over the edge, licking and sucking her juices as she found her release.
He slowed his movements, bringing her down from her high.
His cock pressed painfully against his jeans as he rose from the bed.
He held her lusty gaze as he undressed in front of her. He stroked his cock from base to tip and watched her hands slide up her stomach to her beautiful breasts. She squeezed. There was nothing innocent about Becca.
He crawled up between her legs and held his weight over her, pressing his lips into hers.
He aligned his cock to her entrance, and without a single word, he pressed inside, stealing her breath as her channel stretched to accommodate his girth.
She felt like heaven, even better than he’d imagined, and he fought for control.
Her slick, wet folds fisted his cock, and he was ready to explode. It wouldn’t take but a few thrusts and he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Don’t stop.” She answered his unsaid words. “We’ve got all night to work on your stamina.”
Ian slid out. A moan escaped his lips before he pressed back inside her hot, tight channel. Over and over again, it took everything he had to hold out while he brought her back to the same state as him. Until each of them were barely hanging on by a thread.
“Fuck, Becca.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders and quickened his thrusts. His fingers circled her bud until he felt her channel pulsate around him.
Becca dug her nails into his arms and slowly slid them down his skin. “I’m leaving my mark.”
“Fuck yes,” he said, and with two more thrusts, she screamed his name, and he spilled his seed, not slowing down until he was hard again and they were both on the brink of another orgasm. “What were you saying about my stamina?”
He didn’t wait for an answer before he had her screaming his name again in her third orgasm of the night. He finally slowed his stroke and waited for her eyes to open before he leaned down, pressing his sweaty body into hers, and kissed her lips.
“A girl could get used to that,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“You could have it for life, if you’d say yes.”
She chuckled as he slowly slid out of her and rested on the bed beside her. He pulled her into his chest. He wasn’t finished with her warm, slick body, but she was the one in need of feeding. He was just getting started.
They lay in bed, and he fed her pizza before they both took a bath, where he took her again.
She was like a drug, and he was the addict.
The water sloshed over the edge of the tub as he pounded into her, needing to be as close to her as possible.
Ian didn’t stop until they were both winded and could barely stand. And even then he wanted her.
Becca didn’t use the lights that night. There was no need since the sleeping she was doing was in short bursts, awakening for each other often. He had a year of sexual tension that she’d brought on him to burn off, and he planned to take her as much, and as long, as she’d let him.
Ian lay awake staring at the ceiling. Becca’s slow even breathing reassured him as she lay in his arms. Her naked body pressed against his.
His hold on her tightened as he thought of everything that could have gone wrong earlier in the day, when she’d snuck away.
Thankfully, Margarete had been with her.
His sister was as strong as any warrior he knew.
He’d taught her to fight. Ian kissed Becca’s forehead.
If he’d had time, he would have taught his sexy American too.
He still would when he finally got her to Scotland.
He was slowly breaking her resolve. She would be his wife. It didn’t matter if it was tomorrow or in a year. This woman was the only one he wanted. She’d had his heart for the last year, even if she hadn’t realized it.
“Get out of your head,” Becca said, moving to rest on her elbow. “And stop calling me your wife.”
Ian pressed his lips to hers. “You’ll say yes one day, lass. You might as well give in.”
“Never,” she said with a wink, and he rolled on top of her in an attempt to remind her of what she’d get when she finally agreed.
Hours later, Ian was woken to Becca digging her nails into his chest, and her breathing quickened.
“Becca, what do you see?” Ian whispered while running his fingers through her hair.
She didn’t answer, so he repeated the question, a little louder this time with more authority in his voice, as if demanding she tell him.
“My house,” she answered.
Ian’s fingers stilled as his body tightened.
“What angle of the house, baby?”
“My window.”
“Which window?” he asked, trying to tame the anger in his voice.
“My bedroom window,” she answered.
Ian slipped out of the bed and threw the curtains back to peer out in the darkness. Becca slowly woke behind him.
“Ian, what is it? Is he there?”
“I donae see him, lass,” Ian answered while shutting the curtains. He grabbed his jeans and pulled them up his legs. “Where’s your gun?”
She grabbed her spare gun from the bedside table and tried to hand it to him. He pushed her hand away. “Keep it close. I’m going to take a look around.”
“You might need it.” Her voice trembled.
Ian cupped her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I can handle myself. Donae leave the room.”
Ian didn’t wait to see if she’d argue before he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and fired off a text message.
He stomped through the house and turned off the alarm before slipping out the front door, locking it behind him.
He slipped around the side of the house, hoping to catch this asshole before he had time to run.
He took to the tree line and into the green brush, stopping every few seconds to listen for anything out of place.
Only crickets chirping nearby greeted him.
He continued looking until he was satisfied that no one was hiding in the trees before he headed back to her house.
He walked back inside and reset the alarm, finding everything as still as he’d left it.
“Donae shoot, it’s just me,” he called out as he entered the room while Becca was just lowering her gun.
“Anything?” Becca asked, now fully dressed and resting against her headboard. Her phone was on the comforter.
“Nae,” he answered, climbing back in bed. “Was there anything more to your dream?”
She shook her head. “You woke me getting out of the bed.”
Ian lay back down and pulled Becca into his arms. He stroked her hair while straining to hear any sounds out of place in the night. “Get some rest, lass.”
He wouldn’t be.