Good Girl Gone Plaid(73)

The hot suction of her flesh had him choking out her name.

She curled her hands tighter around his shoulders and moved her head to press her lips against his neck.

While she stoked the fire inside him with seductive nips, he added a second finger inside her and worked them in and out in gentle, but deep strokes.

Her hips rocked against him and the way her sheath suddenly gripped him, he knew she was so close.

Too soon. He wanted to draw it out. Please her other ways.

When he pulled his fingers from her, she cried out in protest.

“Oh don’t stop,” she whispered raggedly. “Please—”

“I want to go do down on you.”

“Oh.” She let out a shuddering breath. “When you put it that way…”

He picked her up and carried her across the room, before setting her on the table they’d so recently dined at.

Her eyes went wide. “Wait, here?”

“Aye.” He couldn’t help the deep, promising laugh.

Her cheeks reddened with a blush, and he waited for her to protest or push him away. But when he caught the small sides of her thong and tugged them off her hips, her eyes fluttered closed.

Pleasure, or being caught up in the moment, seemed to have won out.

“Your dinner was amazing,” he murmured with a lopsided grin, “but I’m in the mind for some dessert.”

That earned him a snort of laughter that turned into a gasp when he again pressed a finger back inside.

“Ian…”

“I hope to spend my whole life looking at you. Touching you.” He sank down to his knees and pulled her forward, draping her legs over his shoulders. “But I’ve waited too many years to taste you again.”

And with that he was done talking, and ready to claim her in the most intimate way.

He nuzzled her sex, before teasing through the slick folds with his tongue. Tasting her slick essence and getting heady on her cries of pleasure. He reached up to cup her arse, squeezing the soft flesh as he teased her clit, stroking the tiny spot over and over, before closing his lips around it and suckling.

“Ian…oh please…that feels so good.”

Her hips rose and fell against his mouth, as her cries grew higher and more frantic.

Beneath his hands her arse clenched and she let out a choked gasp. Ian made a murmur of approval and stayed with her as she climaxed—even as his cock strained painfully against his jeans.

When her thighs eased up on their death grip and she went lax, he lowered her back onto the table.

Even with her eyes closed, she fumbled to grab his hand and squeezed it.

“That was incredible.” Her soft words were unsteady. “I may need to return the favor.”

“I may need to take you up on that. Later.” Right now he wanted nothing more than to be inside her. Having her mouth on him, while would no doubt be fucking amazing, wasn’t what he needed right now.

He moved swiftly to his feet, already pulling off his clothes. And then, finally for once, he remembered the condom in his wallet.

“Let me grab protection.”

She caught his hand again, stalling him. “Don’t use it on my account.”

Her slowly drawled words had him pausing, their meaning sinking in. No protection? And she was okay with the risk? His mind quickened. Did that mean she was staying on the island? Wanted a future with him?

“You’re overthinking it.” She propped herself up on her elbows and gave a gentle, encouraging smile. “Just make love to me before I take the initiative.”

Everything male and primal inside him responded to what was basically a challenge. The image of Sarah pregnant again, and him being there for her this time around, it felt too damn right.

He placed his hands around her tiny waist and lifted her. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he carried her toward the bedroom.

Theirs mouths fused together in another heated kiss. It distracted him to the point where he stopped to hold her against a wall, needing to just slide inside her for a moment.

Cupping her arse, he supported her weight as he lowered her onto his throbbing cock. Her wet heat welcomed him, and he let out a throaty groan.

“Oh yes.” Her thighs tightened around his waist and she pressed herself down onto him.

“Ah…easy there, doll.” He closed his eyes, rocking up into her in smooth, steady thrusts.

So perfect. Always like coming home when he was with her like this.

They lasted a few minutes taking it slow against the wall, but as his arousal grew more primitive it wasn’t enough. He wanted to take her faster, harder.

He moved them again, staying buried deep in her body as he carried her to the bedroom.

“I want to be on top.” Her lips pressed against his shoulder. “Please, Ian.”