She went soft again and bit her lip. “Mine?”
“Come on, little rabbit. You’ve got a job to do. I’ll just leave my hair down if you’re nervous about showing off your handywork.” I interlaced our fingers and led her out of the booth. “And yeah,yours.Like you didn’t already know that.”
25.
***Violet***
Iwokeupearlyand hurried into the living room. Adam put an advent calendar up, one that he’d made himself, and I was obsessed with opening the little bags each morning. The house was oddly quiet as I opened the bag and looked inside. A small slip of paper rested at the bottom, where my candy usually was. I pulled it out and read it, laughing immediately.
“You shouldn’t use your skills to break and enterandsteal, Ian.” I hurried into the kitchen and found him like his note promised, making me breakfast in nothing but a Christmas apron. It was one thing to read it and another thing to see it, though. “Wow.”
He grinned and adjusted the Santa hat on his head. With his bare chest exposed and the red, fuzzy apron covering only his middle, he made my mouth water and potentially left me with a Santa fetish. “I didn’t steal, technically. I just repurposed your chocolate. Pancakes?”
My mouth fell open when he turned around to grab a plate and I saw his bare, muscular ass exposed beneath the festive red ties of the apron. A crooked bow sat over his right cheek, and I sighed happily. “Later?”
Ian walked over to me and shook his head. “Eat.”
I looked at the food and licked my lips as he sat next to me. Just when Ian thought he could let his guard down and that I’d sit and eat like a normal person, I sank to my knees in front of his chair and rested my hands on his thighs. I scooted closer and smiled sweetly. “Compromise? Feed me and I’ll eat, Ian.”
His pupils dilated as he looked down at me. His jaw worked and I knew he was struggling for control. He had a plan for what he wanted, I knew, and I had my own. Too bad for him, I’d woken up with a fresh batch of determination. “Baby…”
I rested my cheek on his thigh and blew out a breath, ruffling the bottom hem of the apron. “Ian…”
He swore and cupped my chin, lifting my face. Without saying anything, he used his other hand to cut a bite of pancake and feed it to me. His eyes were laser focused as he watched my lips close over the fork and take the bite from him. I moaned at the taste and Ian shifted his grip on my chin and ran his thumb over my lips.
I opened my mouth and sucked his thumb in, excited to push him into giving me what I wanted. Working my hands up his thighs, I shivered at the feel of his muscles flexing under my palms. Just when my hands slipped under the apron, Ian sat back in his chair and removed his thumb to feed me another bite of food. I ate it happily while firmly grasping his hard shaft in my hand.
Ian’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”
I flexed my fingers around him and moaned. I loved when he called me little, as ridiculous as it was. I’d never beenlittleto others, before I met my men. I had been taller and chubbier than everyone growing up. Iwaslittle to Ian, though.
He fed me another bite and pulled the apron off, baring himself to me. When I moved forward to taste him, he shook his head. “No, baby.”
I pouted and ate another bite while flicking my gaze between his face and his shaft. I slowly worked my hand up to the tip of him and back down, but he put his hand over mine and stopped me. “Ian!”
He grunted and used my hand to pump himself, keeping the control in his way. “Yeah, baby?”
I was torn. Technically, I was still stroking him, and the feeling of hot velvety steel under my hand satisfied a need in me. I wanted more, though. “I’m done eating.”
He fed me another bite and continued stroking himself with his other hand over mine. “Say I let you rush me. You get your pretty little mouth on me and I’m finished in no time. We have the morning to ourselves, and I’m going to take advantage of it, baby. I’ll admit that there’s something insanely hot about the three of us guys fucking you together, but I also want you all to myself. I have that this morning, and I’m going to use every second I have.”
I dipped my head forward and kissed his inner thigh before looking up at him through my lashes. “I like when it’s just you and me, too.”
“Do you want to come up here and finish your breakfast now?” He made the mistake of thinking I was giving up my personal fight. He let go of my hand and I saw the fire in his eyes when he realized I wasn’t coming up.
I took half of his length into my mouth and sucked, using every tool I had to convince him to let me stay where I was. I loved sucking him off and hearing the sounds he made. I loved kneeling between his legs and having him stroke my hair while I did it. I loved pushing him past his breaking point and swallowing his orgasm while he growled my name.
Ian wasn’t in the taking mood that morning, though. He easily lifted me to my feet and bent me over the table. I gasped when he squeezed my ass before dragging my panties down and forcing his face between my thighs. His beard was rough on my thighs as he found my clit and gently took it between his teeth. When I screamed, he sucked hard, taking my breath away as rolling waves of pleasure took me.
I grabbed at whatever I could reach and knocked things over until I found the edges of the table. Holding on, I pushed back against his face, rocking against his tongue. He spread my sex apart and speared his tongue deep inside, using it to fuck me. I was lost, panting his name.
Pulling back, Ian twirled his fingers through my wetness and slowly worked two inside. He curled them, hitting that place inside me that instantly made my thighs quiver. “The last time we had sex, you wouldn’t come.”
I jerked my head up and tried to push myself off the table so I could face him. I didn’t want to talk about that.
Ian planted his palm in the middle of my back and held me steady. “I couldn’t figure out why for a long time. For about ten minutes, I convinced myself it was because you stopped caring about me. Then I remembered that I know you. Inside and out.”
I gritted my teeth as his fingers manipulated my sex so easily. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to while we were talking about me leaving him. “Ian.”