Like tear those damn panties from her body and bury his face between her legs. He needed to see if she still tasted as sweet as he remembered.
“Lift your hips again,” he commanded softly.
When she did, he caught her skirt and pulled it off her. Then went back to grab the edge of her cotton panties, tugging them off her thighs and down her legs.
The sight he unveiled had his mouth drying out.
“You’re killing me here.” He tossed the panties to the side and then went back to discover everything he’d been missing for eleven years.
Her curves were more emphasized now. Sexier. Her breasts larger and the nipples darker. Her stomach was still just as flat, but decorated with a few silvery lines as a badge of motherhood. And lower on her abdomen, a tiny horizontal scar that hinted her daughter had been born via C-section.
He slid his gaze lower. To the trimmed black curls just above a smooth mound that already shimmered with her arousal. He touched her lightly there, spreading the folds and easing a finger inside her.
She whimpered softly and her body clenched around his finger. She was hot and wet. Her sheath gripped his finger the deeper he went.
Soon it wouldn’t be his finger, but his cock, and the realization had him rock hard.
With his free hand he reached down to unfasten his jeans to give himself a bit more room to breathe.
“Ian,” she whispered. “Oh, please. Don’t stop.”
He added a second finger, stretching her and testing her readiness. He’d wanted to taste her. To bring her to orgasm at least one more time before taking her. But he knew he wouldn’t last. Not with the way she was panting and riding his hand.
It wasn’t enough.
While still warming her up with his fingers, he freed himself completely from his jeans. Her eyes were closed and her breathing erratic.
He needed her. Now.
Pushing her thighs wider, he pulled his hand away from her and replaced it with his cock. Thrusting home.
Sarah cried out as her eyes snapped open, rounding with shock and pleasure.
“Sorry, doll. I couldn’t wait.”
“I didn’t want you to.” Her husky words sent a shudder of pleasure through him.
He held her gaze as he sank deeper. Damn, she was tight. The times before he’d sworn he was too big for her, with her being so petite, but she’d always promised he wasn’t.
And even now, when he started to worry, her body hugged him with slick warmth, encouraging him forward. So did the small gasps of pleasure she made.
She slid her hands up his chest, grasping his shoulders as he began to move inside her.
Vaguely he realized that while she was stark naked, he hadn’t even taken off his clothes.
“Take me,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Please, Ian, don’t hold back.”
He wanted it hard this time, and she’d just given him the go ahead.
Abandoning all hesitation, he plunged into her with the urge his body demanded.
Blindly, he sought her clit again with a finger, rubbing it as he rode her harder and faster.
When her body tightened and she was about to come, he responded. He was nearly there. Felt the whiteness of orgasm take over his mind, when he realized why it was so good.
Forgot the condom.
With a groan, he pulled out at the last moment and spilled himself on her stomach.
Sarah didn’t seem too bothered as she trembled through her own release, her soft cries their soundtrack in the silent house.
“Sorry,” he murmured after a minute or two. “I didn’t plan that.”
He nuzzled her breast, placing a kiss on one hard tip. The sound of her heartbeat was still a frantic thump.
“We spaced on protection,” she agreed.
“Yeah.”
She reached up to push a strand of hair off his forehead. “Thank you for, um, doing what you did.”
He laughed softly. She was thanking him for that? Some girls would probably have preferred to punch him.
“Let me grab you a washcloth.” He eased off her and crossed the living room toward the bathroom. Thankfully the front curtains were shut, or he’d be giving the houses scattered below her quite the show.
After cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he returned with a warm, damp washcloth.
She hadn’t moved from the couch, but instead had her arms thrown above her head now as she stared at the ceiling.
He settled on the edge of the couch and ran the cloth over her stomach.
“Are you all right?” he asked, when she still didn’t say anything.
“I’m fine.” She gave a slight nod. “Just…thinking.”
About what had just happened between them no doubt. Did she regret it?
“I never forget a condom. I blame you. You go to my head.”
“Actually, it wouldn’t be the first time you forgot a condom.”