I wanted to fuck her right here, right now—to bend her over my worktable and take her roughly. But she was a virgin, and I didn't want to be rough about any of it. I shackled my rampaging need and drew my fingers out.
I couldn't help it. I had to taste her, so I lifted my hand and drew my fingers into my mouth, letting out a satisfied hum at her tangy and salty taste. Her eyes widened as she stared at me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
ChapterTwelve
Jane
My heart was pounding so fast, every beat tumbled into the next. I could hardly get a breath in. Little bonfires lit on the surface of my skin, and I was already on fire, the flames licking higher and higher inside.
When Ian lifted his hand and licked my arousal off his fingers, my knees went weak, and my pussy clenched. I didn't even know if I could make it through this encounter with him.
His gaze swept over me as he lowered his hands slowly. I adjusted my sweater, tugging it up. My breasts bounced below the collar again.
His eyes darkened, and his mouth twisted slightly. “Pity. That’s okay. I'm going to see all of you soon.”
Then he was reaching for my hand, and our footsteps echoed as we walked down the hallway. He led me up the stairs into the master bedroom. He closed the door behind us, the sound of the latch clicking loudly in the room.
Throughout this home, all of the ceilings were tall. With the hardwood floors and sparse furnishings, any sound echoed easily. Although I'd been so swept into the rushing current of desire that I'd forgotten myself just moments ago, my self-consciousness came crashing back.
My hands curled into small fists, and I squeezed them together before stretching them open. Maybe I hadn't gotten to the full act, but I'd had plenty of experience with foreplay. I already knew that no one I'd been with even came close to the fiery inferno of need that burned between Ian and me. He kicked off his shoes before turning to look at me. I was wearing a pair of slippers and stepped out of them. We stared at each other from where we were standing at the foot of the bed.
It felt as if we were all alone in this room, in this world, with the snow swirling outside and the sound of the wind coming in rhythmic gusts off the ocean. It was winter, and we were alone on this windswept coast.
Without a word, Ian crossed over to the fireplace. I watched as he efficiently built a fire using the wood stacked in a small rack by the wall. When he straightened and turned to me, his lips kicked up at a corner, promptly sending my belly into a spinning somersault.
“There. Now it'll be even warmer.”
He hooked his hand behind his head, catching the back of his shirt and yanking it up over his head. My mouth went dry as I stared at him shirtless. He was muscled and lean, his skin bronzed with a dusting of dark hair across the muscled planes of his chest and then arrowing down to disappear behind the waistband of his jeans. His arousal was evident, and I clenched again, feeling slick arousal at my core. My pulse galloped along, and I took in a shallow breath of air when I lifted my eyes to his.
I moved to curl my hands around the bottom of my sweater, but he shook his head.
“Wait.”
He crossed over to me, lifting his hand and pulling out the pen that I'd stuck in my hair somewhere along the way. It fell to the floor with a clatter as my hair tumbled loose. On the heels of hardly a breath, his hands were sliding through my loose locks, and his mouth was on mine again.
I forgot everything outside of this very moment. His lips on mine. The bold sweep of his tongue gliding against mine. His hard body coming close, and the heat and power of him a potent, shimmering force around me.
His hand slid free of my hair, moving down my back in a smooth pass. He cupped my bottom, giving it a firm squeeze when he rocked his arousal into the cradle of my hips. I let out something between a moan and a gasp into our kiss. He lifted his head, and in another moment, he was stepping away. I felt almost bereft.
His hands slid down along my sides, curling over the waistband of my jeans. His motions were swift and efficient as he unbuttoned them. They were off in a flash, and I was stepping free. His hands reversed direction, moving up. My belly trembled under his touch as he pushed my sweater up, lifting it in a smooth motion. It sailed in an arc through the air before falling to the floor in a rumple.
I was naked except for my panties and socks, and Ian was kissing me again. I forgot to be self-conscious. I felt my knees bump against the back of the bed.
He was driving me absolutely wild, teasing me with his lips and teeth and tongue behind my ear, sending shivers chasing throughout my body and little bonfires lighting over the surface of my skin. I was hot and cold and needy, aroused to the point of feeling frantic. My breasts pressed against his chest when I took a deep breath. I was so overcome with the sensations that I was almost frozen in it, caught as if in the eye of a storm while nothing but turmoil and chaos surrounded me.
Habit broke through when I lifted my hand to push my glasses up my nose. His eyes were dark before he leaned down and nipped lightly on the side of my neck. He stepped back swiftly and shoved his jeans down. My eyes dropped to see his arousal, blatantly visible through his fitted briefs.
For several echoing beats of my heart, time felt suspended in a fiery, shimmering curtain. We stared at each other. Air was in short supply, and I took a shuddering breath. Goose bumps were rising on my skin, yet I wassooohot. It felt as if I'd been blasted by a wall of fire.
Ian stepped closer as my hand fell from pushing up my glasses. His gaze made a quick sweep down my body, and my toes curled when his eyes made their way back to mine. My nipples tightened, and I felt achy and restless all over. He took another step closer and lifted his hand.
“Can I take these off?” He lightly tapped the side of my glasses with his forefinger.
I narrowed my eyes. “I thought you said you wanted them on.” I felt a little saucy as I stared at him.
His lips curled in a slow grin sending the butterflies in my belly into a mad spin. “I said I wanted to be the one who decided if you took them off,” he clarified. “I do love them.”
“You like the nerdy girl look?” I offered.