“You're a terrible spy. You know that?” He's staring at my door, with that sexy smirk on his face. “You going to open up, or are you going to just pretend like you aren't there?”
Pressing my forehead against the door, I close my eyes. I'm so embarrassed.
Pulling the door open, my cheeks flush. I can feel the heat as it spreads down my neck and across my chest.
“I wasn't really watching you, I just wanted to make sure you got inside okay.”
“Sure, because I need you to protect me.” Chuckling, he lays his large palm against my door and slowly pushes it all the way open. “Would you have saved me if someone tried to hurt me?”
“Maybe, maybe not. It would depend.”
“Depend on what?”
“If you'll let me cook you dinner.”
Ian grins, slowly dragging his thumb across his bottom lip. “I already told you, I don't do dinner.”
“What if I tell you I'm not asking.” Resting against the door frame, I tuck my hands behind my back. “Maybe I'm not giving you a choice at all.”
He takes a firm step in, causing my breath to hitch. The scent of his cologne is still there, faint, but there. It's being buried by the smell of dirt and sawdust. It's exotic, electrifying me inside.
I can't explain it, but the mix of scents turns me on. It's rugged and raw, exactly how a big man, a real man, should smell. He doesn't have gel in his hair, he's not one of those guys that wears fancy suits and shiny shoes.
And I like that. I'm a southern girl who isn't afraid to get dirty.
His hair is messy, and I can see traces of dirt all over his face. He lifts his arm up and grabs the back of his neck. His eyes are firmly on mine. Ian steps in again, bringing us chest to chest.
“Is that right?” he asks, his voice soft as he leans in, pressing his mouth to my ear.
“If I say yes, will you stay?” I ask, doing my best to not let my voice skip.
My eyes dart between his. Pulling my bottom lip in, I hold my breath and wait for an answer. He's just staring at me. His eyes hard. The bright blue now deepening like the bottom of the ocean.
With crushing force, Ian captures my face with both his hands, kissing me hard and fast. He walks us back into my apartment and shuts the door with his foot.
The tips of his fingers dig into the base of my skull as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He licks and tastes, coiling his tongue around mine.
“Breathe,” he says, whispering into our kiss.
I haven't taken a breath and he notices. He took it away; he stole the ability of my body to think for itself.
Inhaling a deep breath, I kiss him back. Ian lifts me off my feet easily and carries me through my living room until my back hits the wall. My hands rake through his hair as he moves his lips down to my neck, taking small nips of skin along the way.
His muscular thigh presses against my pussy. My clit is swollen, aching, painfully sore to have him inside me again. Ian gyrates his hips up, forcing his extremely hard cock against my slit. I'm soaking wet, almost embarrassingly wet.
My panties are dripping, and despite the burning fire shooting through my veins, every ounce of desire I feel is pooling between my legs in a puddle.
His hand slips up under my shirt, grabbing my breast. Rough fingers twist and pluck at the sensitive bead. Moaning, my eyes snap shut as I tear at his hair. Ian growls, running his tongue up the side of my neck.
My skirt slides up to the crease of my thighs. Ian's fumbling beneath me, one arm holding me up as he uses his weight to keep me pinned to the wall. I'm breathing heavy, ready for him to just fuck me and end this torture.
His pants fall to his ankles. With two fingers, he slides my panties to the side and slips his cock into my heat. I'm so wet he slides in with ease.
Thrusting up, he holds my ass and uses the wall to keep me place. Grunting, he watches me as he fucks me. His eyes glaze over, and he licks his lips as he digs his fingers into the meat of my thighs.
My moan grows louder the harder he fucks me. His hips jerk, and I slam down, forcing him to go deeper inside. Groaning, Ian sucks my moan into our kiss as he slams his lips against mine.
We're like two savages fucking like it's going to keep us alive.
“Come for me. Let me hear you sing like a sparrow.” Pistoning his hips upward, I let out a moan from deep in my chest.