“Would you let me – can I - ” she pleaded tremulously.
Ian’s eyes darkened. “Jesus, Tessa. Don’t, at least not now. Before this weekend is over I want that sexy mouth of yours to touch every inch of my body. I’m going to take you in a dozen different ways, and you, darling girl, can gladly do the same to me. But not this time.”
She thought she would be embarrassed to have him wash her, but the feel of the warm, damp cloth between her legs was only soothing. He wiped away the sticky traces of his semen that had already begun to dry halfway down her thighs, then set the used cloth aside before sliding back into bed.
She went into his arms eagerly, her young, healthy body already humming with arousal at just being near him. He buried his face in her hair, crushing her against him.
“Just let me hold you for a minute, love,” he pleaded. “I need to compose myself so that we don’t have a repeat of what happened earlier. God, I think I was a fifteen year old virgin the last time I went off that quickly. Guess that’s what comes from over two years of abstinence.”
“What?” Tessa raised her head to gaze down at him in bewilderment. “I don’t understand. Two years?”
He smiled up at her and nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone else for all that time. I just – couldn’t. After I first met you and was so instantly obsessed, I naturally attempted to forget about you with other women. But it soon became very apparent that wasn’t going to help. In fact, it made things worse.”
She stared in disbelief. “But – all those women – the photos, the articles – why would you -”
He brushed a damp lock of hair off her forehead. “Because if I couldn’t have you I didn’t want anyone else. I preferred to be celibate rather than settle for something less. And I already explained about the other women – strictly platonic. In fact, most of the women I escorted are involved in one way or another with someone else.”
Overcome by the realization of just how much he was attracted to her, Tessa couldn’t resist pressing a tentative kiss to his lips. It was the first time she had initiated such an action between them, and she dimly hoped that she wasn’t making a fool of herself, betraying her lack of experience.
But then Ian swiftly flipped her onto her back, his powerful thighs straddling her hips as he drew her arms above her head and held them pinned in place.
“Enough, temptress. Now, are you ready to begin round number two? If you intend for me to try to make it an even dozen, we don’t have any time to waste.”
Chapter Eleven
Ian had imagined this particular scenario dozens of times in the past two and a half years – a warm and willing Tessa spread out on his bed, her lush, ripe body bared to his devouring gaze, and her big blue eyes silently pleading with him to take her any way he pleased. But none of those fantasies could come close to the real thing – the gorgeous, nearly-naked beauty who was staring up at him in wide-eyed wonder, her golden hair tumbled over his pillow.
“How beautiful you are,” he murmured, as he dipped his head, his lips brushing her forehead. “How many times I’ve wished for you to be here just like this, and now it’s finally come true.” His mouth moved to her temple, then to her rosy cheek before sliding around the curve of her jaw and back up the other side of her face. She was already moaning in arousal, making those little noises that were so incredibly sexy, that made his cock swell a bit harder each time she made one.
“I told you earlier that I intended to touch and kiss every inch of you, Tessa,” he told her passionately. “Including this.” He dropped a kiss on her nose. “And this.” His mouth briefly sucked the skin just behind her ear. “And most definitely this delicious mouth.”
He took her soft, sweet mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, his tongue tangling with hers until her groans rose to a fever pitch beneath his relentless kisses.
Tessa was gasping when he finally lifted his head, begging him breathlessly, “Please, Ian.”
He laughed softly as his mouth moved to caress the side of her throat, then continued its downward path along her collarbone. “Please what, my sweet?” His hands ran up and down her arms, his fingers toying with the strap of her pale blue bra. “What is it that you need, Tessa?”
Her hips were moving restlessly beneath him, her pelvis starting to lift off the mattress, and he knew she was every bit as aroused as he was. “I need – you,” she panted “In – inside of me. Please.”
“Shh. Such an eager little temptress you are,” he scolded her teasingly. “And when I haven’t even begun to touch and kiss you in all the places I’ve wanted to do for so long. Have some patience, love.”