“You need to leave.” I demand.
“We need to talk, angel.” Ian adjusts in his seat.
“We have nothing we need to talk about.” I snarl.
“That’s where you’re wrong, angel.” Ian chuckles under his breath.
“Don’t call me that. Angel died a long time ago. Every woman you screwed behind my back murdered her.” I shift from one foot to the other. I’m angry that he has the nerve to show up here and to use a pet name he had for me. The woman I was two and a half years ago would have just backed down and let him sweet talk his way back into her bed. But not this woman. This woman wants him gone… to be rid of him once and for all.
“What would you like me to call you?” His tone is soft, reminding me of when he helped me shift.
“Nothing. Please leave.” I point to the door.
“Do you love him?” Ian questions.
“What? Who?” I’m confused by his question.
“Your boyfriend, Darren. Do you love him?” Ian stands.
“What difference does that make to you?” My voice shakes as I watch him stalk slowly to me.
“The fact that you can’t answer that question speaks volumes.” Ian stands directly in front of me.
“Please go.” I beg, not too sure how long I can fight the pull of the mate bond. It’s almost like he’s a drug and I’m a junkie seeking my next high.
“There it is,” he brushes the hair away from my neck. “My mark is still there. It’s faded, but it’s still there. Just like yours.” He pulls his tee-shirt over his head, showing me his neck.
I lightly gasp at the sight of his bare chest. His muscles are more sculpted now. He looks more like a man than the boy I rejected and walked away from. His chest and arms are broad and well defined. I want to reach out and touch his perfectly sculpted abs. My eyes follow from his abs to the V that dips into his pants. His body is sculpted to perfection, and I can’t take my eyes off it. “See something you like?” He chuckles and closes the gap between us.
“Please…” I step back.
“I’ll do anything for you, Kate.” He begs and steps forward.
“Go…” I step back.
“Except that. I need you. Please.” He steps forward.
“I can’t.” I step back again. The closer he gets, the stronger the pull of the mate bond becomes. I’m fighting the pull, but the haze is creeping into my mind.
“Why? Because of the frat boy who can’t hold his liquor?” Ian steps forward and his scent fills my nose.
“Not because of him.” I back into the wall.I’m trapped. My hands are at my side with my palms flat against the wall.
“Then why?” Ian closes in on me, resting his hands on either side of my head.
“Because I can’t handle you causing me any more pain.” Tears fill my eyes.
“Oh, angel.” He presses his body into mine. “I’m here begging you for one last chance. I’m a changed man. Let me prove it to you. You are the only woman for me. You’re the only one I want to wake up to in the morning and the last thing I taste at night.” He brushes his cheek against mine. “Let me prove it to you… please,” he whispers in my ear, then kisses my neck.
I hate how much I’m enjoying feeling his body pressed up against mine and how it’s responding to his lips. My mind is screaming stop, but my body is begging for more. A haze of lust fills my mind, and any rational thoughts are gone. I move my head to the side, giving him more room. My body takes over, moving on its own accord. A soft moan leaves my lips as Ian’s tongue trails up and down my neck, then up to my jaw. He kisses his way to my lips, and instinctively I kiss him back. Something inside me wakes up for the first time in years. Something primal, and craving the taste of his lips. I open my mouth, welcoming him to explore every inch. Our tongues collide and dance together.
“I’ve missed you, angel,” he whispers into my mouth before taking it again for a deep and passionate kiss. No man has ever kissed me the way he does. He is the only man that can make my body purr with ecstasy. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t miss him, too. “I want to taste you; it’s been too long and I’m starving.” He pulls my top over my head, tossing it to the ground. My breasts are on full display for him. “Mmmm…” he groans out before taking one of my hard, erect nipples into his mouth. I moan and fist his hair as he takes his time and savoring the taste of my flesh. His tongue swirls circles around my nipple while his teeth nibbles, before switching to my other breast. “Can I please taste you, angel?” I pause. My mind screams no, but I can’t form the words. I can’t deny him what we both want, and he knows it.
“Please,” I whisper and nod my head. He drops to his knees and pulls my panties down, slipping them into his pocket.
“Mmmmm,” he lets out a low growl, running his nose along my slit, taking in my scent. He puts one leg over his shoulder and runs his tongue along my slit. I gasp and throw my head back, moaning. His tongue works its way through my core’s lips and into my core, moving in, out, up and down. Devouring me like a starving man. He moans and groans as his tongue moves up to my nub. His lips latch on to my nub, sucking and licking vigorously. I rock my hips grinding my core on his face, “that’s right, angel, ride my face.”
Fisting his hair, I shove his face hard into my core. I don’t want to hear him speak, just the sounds of him sucking and licking me. He slips two fingers inside me and massages my sweet spot. I ride his face and fingers hard, moaning loudly. It feels so good, I can’t get enough. Pressure builds and my core pulsates. Soon, I explode from a powerful orgasm that overtakes my entire body. I tremble as the waves of my climax roll over my body.