Good Girl Gone Plaid(42)

Amazing? A mistake? She wished he’d finish the thought, because she was still in the undecided category herself.

But he didn’t finish his words. Instead he moved his hand those last few inches and cupped the heated flesh between her legs.

He dipped a finger into her and she whimpered, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

“I can’t wait to fuck this again.”

Shock ripped through her arousal. For a moment she wondered if she’d heard him right, but then he parted her thighs and moved between them.

“Ian—”

“I know.” He lowered himself onto her and kissed her, his tongue demanding a response as she felt the nudge of his erection into her sex.

Asshole. After everything that had happened last night, he was back to his crude, heartless self? Her brain screamed in fury, but her body wasn’t getting the message. The two were at war, and she knew which one was losing.

Especially when she felt the thick length of him slide into her. All desire to push him away vanished, because it was just too good.

He broke the kiss and lifted his head, staring down at where they were joined, and then back at her.

She hated him. And yet, a part of her was terrified she still loved him. While she couldn’t seem to bring herself to push him away physically, he made it easier to keep herself away emotionally.

Sarah closed her eyes, unable to meet the heat in his gaze anymore, and gripped his shoulders. Her nails nearly pierced the skin as her body adjusted to accommodate him.

It had always been like this. So much pleasure, even though sometimes it felt as if he were just too big. But Ian had always ensured she was ready for him. Her comfort and pleasure had been a priority. He could be an asshole in some ways, but in others he was wonderfully tender.

He was nothing like her ex-husband. Immediate nausea rose, and she had to push the thought of Neil aside. Focus instead on Ian and the pleasure of this moment.

He moved deeper into her, increasing the pace of his thrusts. Her hips rose to meet each stroke, and together they found their rhythm.

Her body built toward climax. Her breathing grew heavier and she couldn’t stop her cries of pleasure. What would it matter if she did? He knew his effect on her. How her body would always be his, even if she guarded her heart so much better.

Always so in tune to her body, he reached between them and found her clit. One stroke and she was over the edge. And he followed right after her.

Still wracked by the remains of her climax, her mind kicked back into action.

He hadn’t pulled out this time.

Pleasure was replaced by a thick, seizing panic. She pushed at his shoulders, trying to get out from under him.

“Sarah?” he frowned, confusion and passion clouding his gaze. “What’s…ah, fuck. We forgot again.”

She could see the realization kick in with him too, and yet he didn’t move right away.

Shit. Oh God, shit.

“Calm down, Sarah.” His voice gentled. “Are you on any kind of birth control?”

“No, of course not.” She shook her head. The last person she’d been with had been her ex-husband. And that had been a couple of years ago.

“Really?” The first bit of unease flickered in his eyes. “Do you know where you are in your cycle?”

Drawing in a breath, she tried to slow her mind enough to think about that.

“I finished just before I came to Whidbey.”

He eased off her. “You’re probably going to be okay.”

“What are you, a freaking obstetrician?” She slid away from him, furious at herself. At him. “What was I thinking? It’s not just the terrifying possibility of getting pregnant. You could have God knows what kind of STD.”

He stared at her. Hard. There was a different kind of heat in his eyes now—one driven by anger instead of passion. She watched the small tic in his jaw.

“Well, that sure as hell didn’t seem to bother you last night. I might’ve pulled out, but that doesn’t always mean anything,” he said tersely. “I’m clean. If you want me to get a new test to show you, I will. And I sure as hell don’t want any kids, so you can be assured this isn’t exactly sitting well with me either.”

She placed her fingers on her temples and shook her head, feeling as if she wanted to throw up. Her heart screamed how much she hated him. And again, hated herself. Why had she brought him back into her life? Her body?

She was the queen of bad decisions. That would always be a given in her life. Especially when it came to him.

“Get out,” she whispered.

“Sarah, look, there’s no—”

“Get out, Ian.” She should’ve said it fifteen minutes ago, but better late than never. Climbing off the bed, she strode to the bathroom. “I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want you in my life anymore. Got it?”