Chapter 3
Emily couldn’t get to her freaking car fast enough.
The confrontation she’d had with Ian was enough to make her run for her safe side of town.
She didn’t know what the actual hell she had been thinking by agreeing to cross the tracks to have dinner with Jennifer.
She really should have known better. It was just her luck that he happened to pick the exact same spot for dinner with his friends as the one damn night in years that she had decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it.
Serves you right! She thought to herself as she reached into her purse for the key fob.
“Damn it! Where is it?” Emily placed her purse on the hood of her car and dug around. After a few minutes of frantic searching, she remembered that she had left it lying on the table in the restaurant.
“Looking for this?”
Emily spun on her heel as the familiar voice rang in her head.
Fuck! It had to be him!
Ian dangled her fob in his fingers.
“Why?” One word with so many different questions behind it.
“Because you left your keys on the table and I thought you might need them. Or because I needed to see you once more. Or maybe because I haven’t been able to get the thought of kissing you out of my mind all damn night.
” Ian stepped closer, invading her personal space.
His musky scent of wild male enveloped her, fogging her brain to a stupor.
Emily wanted nothing more than to snatch her fob from his fingers, hop in her car, and take off, getting the hell out of there. But she didn’t. She stood frozen—like a damn statue, waiting to see what would happen next.
His minty breath fanned across her face, his lips inching closer toward hers. All Emily had to do was lean in half of a damn inch and his mouth would be on hers. Goosebumps spread over her arms, making the tiny hairs stand on end.
What the hell is wrong with you? Get in your car and go! Her brain screamed, but her traitorous body didn’t move. Not so much as a single muscle. She just had to see.
A low rumble rose from Ian’s chest. God, how she had missed that sound. Before Emily could bat so much as an eyelash, Ian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him, his mouth closing over hers.
Oh God! She thought, letting out a soft moan. The second her mouth opened, Ian took advantage and slid his tongue into her mouth. Her hands moved of their own volition, quickly pushing under his shirt.
He growled in her mouth and deepened the already erotic kiss.
Heat flooded her core. Her hormones screamed for her to get naked and under him.
And honestly, that was all that she wanted.
To forget all of her problems, and all of her issues and live in the moment with the one man she could never seem to be able to vanquish from her freaking mind.
The heat from his skin seared her fingers, sending shockwaves through her body.
Ian’s hand wound around her neck and held on tight. Moan after moan escaped from her mouth and flew into his. His length pressed up against her. It took every ounce of her willpower to not unzip his pants and free it. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his thickness and stroke him up and down.
“I want you,” he growled as he pulled back and nipped at her lips, grinding his
A chill ran up her back, her nipples hardening instantly as they pressed against his chest. His knees felt weak, like she would collapse if he wasn’t holding her tight in his grasp.
She wanted to give in and say yes. More than any freaking thing on the planet.
She wanted just one damn night with him.
“Yes!” the word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it.
Ian scooped her up and into his arms like she weighed nothing, quickly carrying her to his truck a few rows over from her car. He set her down long enough to open his truck door and lift her up in before jogging around to the driver seat and hopping in.
“Where are we going,” Emily asked, finally finding her voice.
“To my place,” he said, reaching over and wrapping his fingers around hers.
“Don’t you have roommates?” she asked, worried about who might be at his apartment.
“Not for several years,” he said and pulled out of the parking lot.
Within minutes, they were pulling into a secluded driveway on the outskirts of town. A cozy two-story farmhouse stood tall at the end of the driveway.
“This is your house?” Emily asked, trying to keep the surprise from her voice.
“Yep. I bought it a few years ago. I needed to get out of the city, away from all of the hustle and bustle,” he said, turning off the truck and pulling her back into his arms. His lips were on hers instantly.
The heat from his skin wrapped around her mind and body, making her want things she hadn’t wanted from anyone in a very long time.
“Ian,” she moaned into his mouth.
“Let’s take this inside. Shall we?”
Emily nodded, unable to form an answer without fearing that she would make a complete fool of herself if she dared to open her mouth.
Ian rushed around the truck to open the door for her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made such a chivalrous effort. Not in the day and age of equality. She found it completely endearing and appreciated the effort he made.
Twining his fingers with hers, he held onto her tightly as they made their way up the steps onto the wrap-around porch.
Opening the screen door, he slid his key into the deadbolt and unlocked the tumbler.
Pushing the door open he stood back and waited for Emily to enter the house.
As soon as he locked the door behind them, he pulled her back into his arms, kissing a path up her neck to her ear.
“Oh!” His intensity surprised Emily. Though it shouldn’t have. Everything she had remembered about the times they had spent together before rang true in her mind. Raw heat surged between her legs deep in her core. She wanted him with every fiber of her being.
“Wrap your legs around me,” Ian said between licks and kisses.
“Yes,” she moaned as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wound around his waist.
Carrying her off to the bedroom, a million different images flashed through Emily’s mind. All of them NSFW. All of them were sexy as hell and filled with all of the things she wanted to happen tonight.
“Talk to me, love. Tell me exactly what it is that you want,” Ian said as he set her down on her feet at the edge of the imposing four-poster bed.
“I want you,” she replied, proud that her voice held firm without wavering.
“And what is it that you want me to do?” he asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
Emily’s voice stuck in her throat. There was no damn way she could voice everything she wanted without sounding like a sex-crazed maniac.
Really. What the hell was she supposed to say?
That she wanted him to fuck her so hard she feared her head might explode?
Or that she wanted him to go down on her like someone who had been starved of sex and suddenly had an all-you-can-eat pussy buffet dropped right in front of their faces.
Sheesh.
No way. She wasn’t going there. It was too much for her to admit. Maybe if they had been in a years-long relationship or something, sure. But just hooking up for one night. Nah. Fuck that. She didn’t want to admit that kind of vulnerability to Ian.
She had to give him something, though. He stood there looking sexy as fuck with his shirt unbuttoned and his fingers lingering on the button of his jeans. Fuck! She wanted him naked with her under him. Pronto.
“I want to feel you inside of me. Making me come so damn hard,” she untied the belt of her dress and let the material slip open, giving him a great view of her black lace bra and panties.
“Mmm. I think I can make that happen,” he groaned, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and stepping out of them.
Emily chewed on her bottom lip as she watched his erection as it sprung from the confines of his jeans.
God, she had missed him. Though her memories of him were nothing compared to the real thing.
Ian had definitely bulked up since they had been together previously.
His muscles were bulkier than lean in his younger years.
All those muscles looked hella’ good on him. That was for sure as shit.
“You think you can make it happen or will make it happen, because those are two totally different things,” Emily said, pushing her dress off her shoulders.
With anyone else, she might have been embarrassed by standing there in her bra and panties, showing off her curves, but she wasn’t with Ian.
She never had been. He had always embraced her body, never making her feel ugly or fat for not having a perfectly flat stomach.
Her thick thighs had never bothered him—not in the least.
Hopefully, that was still the case.
“Fuck. You’re still just as beautiful as I remembered,” Ian said, closing the distance between them. “I take that back. You’re even more beautiful. My memories did you no justice. Not at all.”
“Oh, really?” she smiled up at him. How could she not?
Not when he always made her feel like the most beautiful woman on the damn planet.
Ian had never once given her a backhanded compliment as other guys had.
She especially loved the, ‘You’ve got a really pretty face, but your ass is too big.
’ Or the always cringeworthy, ‘You’d be so pretty if you just lost some weight. ’
Emily could never imagine those words spewing from Ian’s mouth. Hell, he looked like he was about to gobble her up as it was. And she was down for every damn second of it.
“On the bed now. I need to taste you before I lose my damn mind,” he said with another growl.
“Mmm. I thought you’d never ask,” she laughed and hopped up onto the tall bed.
“Right there. That’s right where I want you,” he said, grabbing onto her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
She felt the heat from his breath fanning across the thin material of her panties.
It sent shivers up her spine. Anticipation wound through every inch of her body.
It had been so long since Emily had been with anyone, let alone Ian.
She was primed and ready to go—afraid she’d climax before he even laid a damn finger on her.
“Fuck. I’ve dreamed about tasting you again every damn day for years.” He pushed her panties to the side and ran his tongue over her folds.
“Oh, Ian!” she cried out as his tongue landed on her clit and started a clockwise motion designed to drive her up the damn wall.
“Damn, love. I’ve missed this so fucking much. The way you taste. Your sweet honey on my tongue. I could do this all day every day,” Ian growled, pushing her thighs further apart.
Her head thrashed back and forth with each lick and suck he made on her clit.
The pressure in her body began to build to a level she hadn’t felt in what seemed like for-freaking-ever.
It felt amazing—more than amazing. She needed this more than she had realized.
Her body had been wound so damn tight lately.
It was as if she could feel those threads slowly unwinding.
“I’ve missed this too,” she cried out as he slid two fingers into her pussy and scissored them in and out, stretching her feminine walls. Emily couldn’t deny the pleasure Ian gave her. It was more intense than anything she’d felt since the last time she had been with him.
Her fingers twined into his thick black hair as his arms wound around her hips, holding her in place. His grip was sure to leave black and blue marks all along her skin, but she didn’t care—not a single fuck as long as the pleasure he was giving her continued.
Just when she didn’t think things could get any better, Ian flattened his tongue and ran it from her entrance to her clit and back down, sending shivers through her spine.
Her climax came on hard and fast, hitting her before she knew what the hell was even happening.
Emily tossed her head back and forth, her body shivering beneath him.
“That’s it, love. Mmmm. You taste so damn good. I really hope you’re ready for me to fuck you until you scream my name,” Ian said, giving her one final swipe of his tongue before positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and teasing her with it.
“Yes! Please! Oh, God. Ian! I need you to fuck me—so hard. Now!” she shouted, not caring how freaking needy she sounded.
Without a single hesitation, Ian slammed his cock balls deep into her—grinding his length down until he was fully seated inside of her tight pussy. Her muscles clenched and unclenched around him, squeezing him until his breaths clogged in his throat.
“Damn, love. You are so fucking tight. You feel so damn good wrapped around my dick. Fuck!” he growled. She could swear his eyes flashed with an intensity that shook her to her core.
Ian pulled out to the tip and rammed right back into her heat, making her body shake beneath him.
Goose pimples broke out over her flesh as he slowly stroked her sweet spot, ratcheting up her pleasure tenfold.
He slid his hand between them, immediately finding her tiny bundle of nerves, his fingers dancing across the spot expertly, drawing moan after sweet moan from her lips.
Emily’s body started to tense again, feeling another climax pushing her to the brink. Her skin felt too tight, stretching over her bones. Her rapid breaths caught in her throat as a needy moan was all that was able to escape her mouth.
His hips twisted, rocking back and forth, driving her higher and higher. Unable to stand the building pressure in her body, Emily arched her back and wound her legs tight around Ian’s waist, meeting him thrust for hurried thrust until she was shouting his name.