Losing Control(76)

“Is that what you need, Ian? For me to completely give myself over to you? I can’t do that.” My words were whispered, but my hand doesn’t move from under his—if anything I’ve stepped closer. His free arm reaches around and closes the distance between our bodies, trapping my hand against his chest.

“I don’t want to own you.” His eyes search mine as if he can compel me to understand his true intentions. “I want to take care of you. Let me.”

And under the pressure of his gaze, the heat of his body, and the trauma of the morning, my resistance turns to water.

“Okay.” I close my eyes. “But only for a little while.”

Without another word, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed. Settling me under the covers, Ian makes quick work of his clothes. He picks up his phone he tossed on the nightstand. “Steve, call the office and let them know I’m out for the day . . . No, cancel them all.”

“Are you losing money when you’re not working?” I ask as he settles his body in beside mine.

“No, and even if I was, I wouldn’t care.” He rolls onto one side, careful to avoid touching my bruised body. He brushes the hair off my forehead, and I close my eyes again. His gentle fingers trace my cheekbones and my jawline and down the sides of my neck. The light touches are somehow as erotic as his fierce ones, and I can feel my body stirring in response. Restlessly, I shift my legs underneath the blankets.

“Do you need something, bunny?” Ian’s voice sounds like it’s dropped two octaves and only serves to make me even more disturbed. His hand dips lower, until it’s sliding underneath my panties where the wet evidence of my arousal is unmistakable. He releases an audible groan of satisfaction, I return the favor with a low whimper when his fingers slide into me.

“Yes,” I whisper hoarsely.

“Then give yourself over to me. I’m going to take care of everything.” His fingers thrust inside me in measured, slow strokes. Reaching down, I rub my clit in circles. He turns my face toward his and my eyes flutter open. His irises have darkened to a dense forest green, but the want in them is unmistakable. I rise halfway up to meet his mouth. He takes my lips softly but with possessive intent. And even though I was hurt this morning, the need between my legs will not be assuaged by his fingers.

I tug at his arm and try to hook my leg over his hips to draw him on top of me. Breaking away from my mouth, he growls, “Not while you’re hurt.” But his fingers don’t stop their relentless strokes between my legs.

“I need you, Ian,” I whimper. “You said you’d take care of everything.”

At this he pauses—and then with a wry smile, he agrees, “I did.”

He removes his hand, which causes me to cry out in dismay. Turning back to me, he presses a firmer kiss against my lips. “Condom,” he says. He’s not gone for long.

Kneeling down between my legs, he rubs his covered cock against my sex. “This what you want, bunny? A good fucking?”

I give a nod. Arousal has transformed Ian. He is no longer the half-amused, indolent businessman. The individual between my legs looks like a fierce warrior who’s come ashore a land he’s been waiting to conquer for an age. There’s strength in his every movement, from the hands that press my thighs upward to the slow push of his thick cock inside me. His mouth comes down to tease mine, but he doesn’t settle in for a long kiss. Instead he strokes his lips across my entire face, feathering kisses on my forehead, jaw, cheeks, and eyes. And with each kiss, his cock moves deeper and deeper inside me until finally, finally he’s fully seated and a cry of pleasure releases from my throat.

“Shh,” he whispers as I moan and whimper. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”





Chapter 25


IAN HAS INTENSE COMMAND OVER his body and moves with surety. He knows how to use his body in innumerable pleasurable ways, but I didn’t think he could be so tender or so gentle.

“You undo me,” he says. The steady pressure of his hips is relentless, so my interest in exploring what he means takes a backseat to discovering how good he can make me feel. When he lowers his body over mine, the rub of his chest hair against my nipples is electric. “I shouldn't be doing this with you. Not now, but I want you too much.”

“I want this, too,” I breathe.

I buck up against him, trying to get closer, but he’s in charge of my body. As his one hand rests above my shoulder to brace his frame, he slowly glides in and out of me. He puts his right hand to work caressing the apple of my shoulder and tracing over the slight muscles in my biceps. His mouth follows the same path, and I discover the inside of my elbow is a particularly sensitive place when he tongues that flesh and then moves lower to kiss the inside of my wrist, my palm, and every single finger.