28. Ian
Chapter 28
Ian
I lean in to kiss her soft, plump lips that taste like honey, and she meets me halfway. Mia’s hands reach around my waist, and I feel her pull me to her. Her nails are scratching my back through my shirt and it’s fucking hot.
I lick the seam of her lips, begging to be allowed entry, and she gives me the smallest of openings. Taking full advantage of the permission she’s giving me, our tongues dance together – exploring.
“Mia.” I whisper her name. “We’ve got to stop before this gets out of hand or I won’t be able to stop.” I try to pull back, but she doesn’t let me go.
“Why? Why do we need to stop?” She pulls my earlobe into her mouth and nibbles on it, and I have to step out of her reach.
“Because I want you, but I also don’t want to go faster than you’re ready for.” She’s leaning against the back of the couch as I stand just outside of her reach. Her hair is messed up from me grabbing her and she looks so fucking sexy right now, I could eat her. I want to eat her.
She stands up and takes one step towards me and I take one step back. “What if I want you, too, Ian? What if I am ready?” She takes another step towards me but when I go to step back again, I bump into the kitchen island.
“Are you, Mia? Are you ready?” I ask because I’m ready; more than ready.
She nods and I’m sure she has no idea how fucking hot she looks right now with her finger in her mouth like that. “Sweetheart, if we start this, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop.” God, I fucking want her in the worst way.
“Ian.” She pauses.
“Mia.”
“When a girl tells you she’s ready… don’t question her. Especially this girl.”
That’s all I needed to hear as I wrap my arms around her and lift her up. “Yes, ma’am.” She giggles as she nibbles on my earlobe again, sending shockwaves straight to my cock.
I ascend the staircase, taking two steps at a time while holding Mia in my arms. When we get to the landing, I turn towards her room.
“No.” she whispers.
I immediately stop in my tracks. “No?” Putting her feet down just outside of her room, I pull back a little so I can look her in the eyes. Is she really saying ‘no’ when we’re so close?
She shakes her head. “Not ‘no’ to this,” she wiggles her finger between us, “but can we do this in your room? In your bed?”
The relief is instant. She’s not saying ‘no’ to us. Thank fuck. “Sweetheart, we can do this wherever, anywhere, or everywhere you want to, just as long as I can have you.”
“I’m all yours, Mr. Gallo.”
“Fuck” Tangling my hands into her hair, I kiss her hard. “You’ve got me, too.” Not giving her a chance to answer, I swoop her up into my arms and she giggles again. Damn, that’s a sweet sound.
Carrying her into my room, I drop her feet back on the ground, but she doesn’t stop there. Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s on her knees, pulling at the button and zipper of my jeans. I lean down, trying to pull her back up. “Sweetheart, I want that, too, but not right now. I need to taste you.”
“And I don’t need to taste you? Nice try.” She unzips my jeans, pulls them down to my mid-thigh, and takes my cock in her hands, stroking me from my base to my tip.
Her tongue pokes out and licks my tip and I almost explode. “Fuck.” I curse. I’m not sure I can last long enough to get inside her, and I want inside her in the worst fucking way.
I look down to see her eyes are looking up at me just as she pulls me into her mouth. She can’t take all of me, but fuck, she can take most. Where is her gag reflex?
Her warm mouth and her inquisitive tongue are almost my undoing. She laps up my precum and then licks the underside of my cock and I can’t take it anymore.
“I can’t, sweetheart; I’m not going to last like this. I need to taste you; be inside you. Come here.” I pull her up off her knees as she has a proud look on her face. She doesn’t release me, though, and keeps stroking me.
“I like that I can make you feel like that.” Mia’s hands are under my shirt, pulling it up while at the same time clawing my chest and abdomen and kissing my neck..
Reaching behind my head, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. “Just as I like how I’m about to make you feel.” My mouth captures hers as my hands explore her breasts through her clothes. “I need this off of you.” The tearing of the material is loud, but I don’t care. I’ll buy her a million more shirts.
With the skills I learned in high school and have perfected over the years, I unhook her bra with one hand and drop it to the floor while cupping her ample breasts. She fits perfectly in my palms; as if she was made just for me.
She moans as I pinch her nipples and the sound goes straight to my cock. If I don’t get inside her, I’m going to embarrass the hell out of myself. Drawing one of her nipples into my mouth, I nip at the tip as I unzip her jeans and cup her pussy. “Fuck, you’re so wet, sweetheart.”
“Ian, please.” She begs.
“I’m going to make you come all over my hand and then I want these jeans off you. Got it?”
“Please.” She pleads again.
My hand is soaked from her juices already and my thumb teases around her clit. I insert one finger and then a second one into her as my thumb flicks her clit. As I pump my fingers in and out of her, I curl them up and find her g spot and she practically jumps off my hand. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my hand. I want to feel you.”
“Ian! Ah!” she screams, and I have to grab her around the waist to keep her from falling as her knees give way.
Mia’s limp in my arms with her forehead resting on my chest as I pull my hand away from her core and lick my fingers clean. “You taste delicious, sweetheart. I cannot wait to taste you with my tongue, but it’ll have to be next time. I need to be inside you right now.”
Mia pulls her head up and gives me the most ‘come fuck me’ look I’ve ever seen.
Kicking off my jeans, I reach into the nightstand and pull out a condom, tear open the package, and slide it on. I turn to Mia to find her lying on my bed naked and she’s a sight to behold. It almost hurts how much I’m feeling for this woman physically and emotionally. There’s this need inside of me to show her, demand she to understand how she’s affecting me.
She takes my hand and pulls me down to her. “I need you inside of me.” She whispers into my ear as she lines me up to her entrance.
I have no words because they’re stuck in my throat, so instead I decide to show her what I can’t say and slowly enter her. “Fuck, you feel good.” She’s tight, warm.
“Shit, Ian.” She gasps as we just lie still with the hilt of my cock flush against her clit. I need to take a minute or this will be over before we even begin.
“Please, Ian. Please.” She grabs at my back and wraps her legs around my ass, trying to draw me closer.
I start to pump in and out of her slowly; our eyes connected like our bodies are. I want to tell her; I need to tell her, but I don’t. She’s not ready, and this isn’t the time.
“Ian, please.”
“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.” I pump in and out slowly driving her crazy. I lean down and pull in a nipple as she arches into me. “Is this what you want?” I nip at it and she moans. “Or would you like a little bit more of this?” I pump harder into her and she moans even louder. “How about both?” I draw her nipple into my mouth with my teeth, biting down a bit harder as I slam my cock into her depths, making sure to hit her clit with my pelvic bone.
“IAN!”
I can feel the pull in my balls and her channel start to milk my cock. “FUCK!” I empty into the end of the condom as her walls spasm against me drawing every drop from me.
As the high starts to subside, we’re both panting, sweaty, and I’ve never felt more alive in my life.
This is not the time to tell her how I feel, but holy shit, I want to. She makes me feel alive. Like something I’ve never felt before and it should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t.
“I must be squishing you.” I move to lie next to her as I pull out of her and dispose of the condom in the garbage can next to my bed. I hate to lose this connection with her. “Are you okay?”
She turns and palms my face. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be? That was amazing.” She caresses my whiskery beard and I lean into her touch. “Are you okay?”
I shake my head. “I’m just so afraid you’re not real.”
She smirks. “I was just about to say the same thing.”
Last night was amazing. She feels something for me, too, and right now I’m on cloud nine. I’ve never felt like this for someone else, and it’s so foreign to me, but it feels otherworldly. It sounds weird to say that in my head since it’s so new between us and I’ve been alone for such a long time. I don’t want to mess this up because I have a feeling that if I do, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.
As I watch Mia sleep in my bed next to me with her head on my chest and legs wrapped around me, I realize I’m not going to go back to sleep and if she catches me staring at her sleeping, she might think that is creepy.
Instead, I decide I can get my workout in early so that we can have breakfast together. I kiss her shoulder and then gently climb out of bed to not wake her up, grab my phone, and make my way to the downstairs gym to get in an hour of cardio before I need to get to work. As I’m about to open my music app, a text message that must have come in last night catches my eye.
Eric: I quit.
"Fuck me." I say out loud to no one. My day has now gone to complete shit in a fucking nanosecond. I wasn’t planning on flying out to Seattle this week, but it looks like I have no choice and the Bahamas deal will have to take a backseat.
I’m able to get in five miles on the treadmill in record time because of my anger at having to leave Mia and fly clear across the country to handle this mess. Eric Thompson was highly recommended to run my west coast division of Gallo Enterprises, but I should have seen the writing on the wall months ago when he started dropping the ball on that housing project for low-income families.
He excelled in the custom home jobs, the ones where the clients are some of the Hollywood elite, but when it came to helping out the middle to low-income customers, he didn’t give them the attention they deserved. So, it shouldn't surprise me he quit in a text message. Chickenshit.
After finishing my run, I go upstairs and find Mia still asleep in my bed. She’s beautiful here. I want her here every night for the rest of my life.
She starts to stir as I sit on the bed next to her. “Sweetheart, I need you to wake up.”
“No.” she grumbles.
I smirk at her. Seems she’s not a morning person. Maybe it’s just that I kept her up way too long last night and then woke her up again a few hours ago. It was worth it to me.
“Come on, sweetheart. I need to talk to you. Make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Go away.” She flips over, facing the other side of the bed.
“I have to go to Seatle later this morning.” That wakes her up as she sits up, pulling the sheet with her.
“Why?”
“There she is. Good morning, beautiful.” I kiss her forehead.
“Why do you have to go to Seatle? Did something happen?”
I nod, “Yes. My division manager based in Seattle quit last night via a text message, the asshole, and I have a large project building low-income housing that’s already behind schedule. I need to go out there for a few days.” I can see the disappointment on her face, even though she tries to hide it. “I’ll be back by Friday night, I promise. But I need to go see what kind of fucked up mess he left behind and I need to find his replacement. I’m so sorry, Mia.”
She smooths my sweaty shirt across my chest and smiles up at me, “Don’t. This is your company, and you need to take care of it. Besides, I’ll be busy the next few days building my own company.” She winks at me.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“Of course I am.”
I caress her cheek with my thumb. “Last night was wonderful.”
She blushes and looks away. “It was wonderful. Too bad you won’t be here tonight.” She looks at me and winks again. “I guess I’ll just have to take care of myself.”
I growl. “You’ll do that only for me when I video call you tonight.”
“Maybe. We’ll see.” She gives me a flirty smile. “I’m hungry and you smell.” She holds her nose and waves her palm in front of her nose.
I laugh at her, “Okay. I get the hint. I’ll go shower.” I kiss her on her forehead again before standing up and start for the bathroom. I turn around and face her as she’s climbing out of bed. “Oh, and Mia, masturbation can go two ways.” I pull my cock out and stroke it a few times, showing her what she does to me.
Just as I close the bathroom door, I catch a glimpse of her shocked face; her mouth opened wide and now I need to jerk myself off in the shower with the image of filling her mouth with my cock. Fuck.
I have a lot to do before I leave for Seattle later this morning. Texting Kendall, the property manager for the plaza where Mia’s shop will be located, I let her know I won’t be able to meet her; that’ll it just be Mia meeting with her today. I then let Mrs. Wilcox know of my schedule changes and that I’ll need resumes from human resources for a replacement for Eric.
This fucking sucks. I was looking forward to showing Mia her new shop today. I was hoping to see the look on her face and find out if it’s the right location for her; for what she envisioned for her bridal shop.
Following the smell of breakfast, I find Mia in the kitchen. I wrap my arms around her as she’s making plates at the island counter. “Good morning, again.”
“Good morning. Hungry?”
I pull her earlobe into my mouth with my teeth. “I am.” I growl.
She pushes me back with her amazing ass. “For breakfast, you horndog.”
I smile. “Well, if I can’t have one, I’ll have the other.” I take a seat at the dining room table. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay while I’m gone?”
She laughs as she sets down our breakfast plates. “Are you kidding? I have this amazing home to stay in, a business to get started, and appointments to make. I’ll be busy, too. It’s probably best that you go so I can get something done around here. You distract me.”
Sighing, “Thank you for understanding.”
Pancakes and eggs from Paula is my favorite meal. It smells so good. Neither one of us says a word while we’re eating. I really need to give that woman a raise.
“I saw you put the money in my bank account. I didn’t expect it until this arrangement was over.” She says sheepishly.
“What arrangement? Right now, I’m having breakfast with my fiancé.”
She smiles, “Well, thank you. I can start working on building my inventory today.”
“I’ve made arrangements for you to meet my property manager at Hibiscus Island Plaza on Ocean Avenue. She’ll have the property ready for you to move in the week after next since next Tuesday is the Fourth of July. I didn’t want her to be rushed with the vendors. I hope that’s okay. And if you hate the property, I have others around town, so just be honest with me. Okay?”
“Wow.” Mia looks down at her empty plate.
“What?”
She looks up at me and I can’t decipher the look on her face. “It’s really happening, isn’t it?”
“Us or the business?”
She smiles and blushes, “Both, but mostly Magical Moments.”
I nod. I’ve been creating businesses for so long that I forget the excitement and joy of starting something new. “Yes, Mia. This is really happening.” I wipe the corners of my mouth and place the napkin on the table. “Tell me. What are your plans for this week since I won’t be around to bother you?”
Her face lights up. “Well, I’ve hired an attorney and I’m meeting with her today. And then I’ll be going to the property to meet with your property manager.” She pauses as she thinks of what else she has planned. “Oh! I need to hire one or two staff to help me with the customers. And then I’ll need to schedule some appointments with some vendors to orchestrate inventory.”
She stands up and starts pacing the dining room and I’m in awe of her excitement. “I also need to meet with a couple of designers. I’m thinking I’m going to reach out to the local university and see if I can make connections with the professors at the design school there. You know, give some students a chance to gain some experience.”
“I’m impressed. That’s a really great idea.” And it has me thinking about the position I need to replace in Seattle and all kinds of ideas pop in my head.
“Also…” she drags out the word, “I’m going to go to my kickball practice.” She looks at me as if I’m going to challenge her, but I’m not. Even though I’d prefer her to never leave this house without me, I know that’s not possible; I’m just being selfish.
I nod, “I know. And although I’d love to keep both of us locked up here at home and just spend it with each other, I know that’s not feasible. So, please take security with you. Don’t do what you see in the movies and ditch them. I’ve asked a friend to assign you the best close protection he has on staff. Her name is Laura and she’ll be here,” I look at my watch, “in about an hour.”
Mia laughs at me. “You watch too many movies. I’m not ditching anyone. And thank you for thinking of my safety.”
I stand up and pull her into my arms. “I told you last night, I’m having feelings for you I’ve never felt before with anyone. Now that I know you’re feeling the same way, I will not let anything happen to you or us. Not when we’re just starting.” I lean in and kiss Mia’s lips, and they taste like honey and maple syrup.
“You taste like pancakes.” She says into our kisses.
“And you taste like syrup. We’re a match made in heaven, Miss McIntosh.”
“That we are, Mr. Gallo.”
God, I don’t want to go to Seattle.