Chapter Six

Kissing Shelby hadn’t been part of Ian’s plan after their impromptu snowball fight. He was supposed to get dressed, give her space, and wait for the roads to clear so he could be the one to drive away from the cabin hideaway. He’d gotten a look at the tires on her car when he’d walked outside with the shovel. They were as bald as his first juniors coach, who’d gotten cans of car wax every Christmas as a gag gift from the team.

Dammit, Ian had been trying to be a gentleman, to make up for being such an asshole to her before. And yeah, he’d been on a mission to save himself from doing just this because there was no way it was a good idea. But she tasted so sweet, and when she made that soft moan and parted her lips, he was fucking gone. Hands skimming the slightly round curve of her ass, he cupped it and pulled her tight against him, taking her down to the rug in front of the fireplace, settling her so she straddled his lap. The teasing heat of her through the thin, stretchy material of her yoga pants pressing against his hard cock under his joggers wasn’t nearly enough. He needed more. He needed all of her.

She broke the kiss, her lips swollen and her eyes hazy as she tugged up her shirt, yanking it off and letting it fall to the floor. He let out a harsh hiss of breath. She was bare underneath, the tips of her firm tits hardened to pink points.

Skimming her fingertips across his chest so lightly it almost felt like a dream, she wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. His cock twitched in anticipation of what she was going to do next. Hell, just watching that mouth of hers might kill him.

Then she undulated her hips, rolling them so her core rubbed against his length and electricity shot straight to his dick. He grabbed her by the hips, holding her to him as she rocked, the friction almost enough but not even close at the same time. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she leaned down, kissing him, demanding everything, and he was more than willing to give it. Taking his opportunity, he grabbed her hips and flipped her so she was under him.

All he could feel was the softness of Shelby’s lips on his, the sweet curve of her waist where it flared out to meet his and—even with the barrier of his joggers and her yoga pants between them—the slick heat of her pressed against his dick. How their clothing didn’t go up in flames the moment he sank between her thighs and ground against her, he had no clue. Especially not when she moaned into his mouth, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. Oh, somebody liked that. He did it again, this time changing the angle just enough that if he was lucky, he’d stroke the head of his cock against her clit. She arched against him, letting her head fall back into the pillow, and let out a lusty groan that made his balls tingle. Oh yeah, that was the kind of sound he loved hearing from her.

“I could probably come just from hearing you moan like that,” he said, kissing his way down the column of her throat to the sensitive spot at the base.

She rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him. “I need a little more than that.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll be getting it.”

He cupped her breast and dragged his thumb across the stiff peak. Shelby groaned, and he repeated the move again and again until her skin was flush with desire. Then he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing on it. Her hands were in his hair, digging into his scalp at the back of his head and holding him in place as he teased and tugged on her sensitive flesh.

“Ian, please,” she pleaded.

“Do you want more or less?” he asked, praying that it wasn’t less, because he already knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her tonight.

“All of it,” she said, her heady voice strained with desire. “Right now.”

“Not yet. I want to get my fill of you, tasting every inch of your skin, sinking my tongue between your thighs, and making your come all over my lips before I even sink my dick inside your tight pussy.” All of that. That’s what he wanted.

There was something delicious seeing Shelby undone like this, moaning beneath him on the rug and rubbing herself against him as he rolled and pulled her nipples with just the right amount of tension to elicit little moans of pleasure from her. Her fingernails dug into his ass and she hooked her legs around the back of his thighs, holding him hard against her—as if there was any other place he wanted to be.

Swirling his tongue around her extended nipple, he pressed against her damp center. Fuck. This was going to kill him. He’d come in his joggers if he didn’t give his aching cock a time-out. While coming with Shelby would be good, coming inside her and feeling her tighten around him would be so much better. So he untangled himself from her legs and slid lower down her body, sliding her yoga pants over her hips as he went lower. Then he sat back on his heels and looked at the woman spread out before him.

“God, you’re beautiful. I could look at you all night.”

She glided her hand over her body, over her tits, down her flat stomach, and through the tight ebony curls between her thighs. The house could explode around them and he wouldn’t have been able to look away from her at this moment—something her knowing chuckle acknowledged. It took some effort, but he tore his gaze away from her pussy and back to her face.

“Yes, I’m definitely getting warmer, but I’m pretty sure I can get even hotter.”

“Is that a challenge from that snarky mouth of yours?” And his was dry at the moment. There was only so much a man could take, watching this little performance of hers.

She reached out to him, her fingers finding the elastic waistband of his pants. “You could always give me something else to taste.”

“Soon, but you’re too pretty not to taste,” he said, barely recognizing his own voice in the words of a man skating the edge of desperation.

Following his fingers, he dipped his head between her legs and traced his tongue down her center, relishing her responsive moan. It wasn’t enough, though. He wanted to feel her come. He spread her wide open with his fingers and devoted every bit of his fractured concentration to making her break apart. Licking, sucking, teasing, sliding one and then two fingers deep inside her, he drove her higher and higher until her thighs were quaking.

“Ian,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

He wasn’t planning on it, not when he had her so close that all she could do was lose herself in the feeling of it all. The angle of their position didn’t allow him the luxury of watching her face as she moved higher and higher; instead, he had to judge her reaction by the pitch of her moans and the shiver of her thighs. When her core muscles gripped his fingers in a rhythmic pulse that built with every stroke in and out, her core squeezed his fingers tight as she came, her entire body arching against him. Her moan of pleasure reverberated against his cock, making his balls tug up close to his body. It was exquisite torture, beating any imaginings he’d had.

“Oh my God,” she said, rolling onto her back, her breathing erratic. “That was just what I needed.”

…

Shelby was going to die a happy woman from all of this pleasure. But if she lived? Damn she’d be one lucky woman.

“Glad I could be of service,” he said between long, leisurely kisses.

“Oh, you’re not done.” Her fingertips skated down his body.

“I’m not?”

Her hand wrapped around his hard length. “I have condoms.”

“Hope you have enough of them.” Ian rolled her hard nipple to a stiff peak. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my cock again and again.”

Keeping her mouth busy exploring the line of his jaw as they lay side by side facing each other, Shelby deliberately stroked her hand up and down his hot length. It turned his words into a desperate groan that had her doing it again—only even slower. What could she say, there was just something about being in control of giving that kind of pleasure that turned her on. Leaning forward, she trailed kisses across his broad chest, dipping down from the top of his pecs to his flat nipples. The temptation to continue her way south made her mouth dry, but that’s not what she wanted. Not right now.

“Get on your back.”

A wry chuckle rumbled from his chest beneath her lips, but he complied. “You’re demanding.”

“And you better stay like that until I get back.” She got up and made a quick trip to the bathroom for a condom from her toiletry bag. When she got back, he was still lounging lazily stroking his cock. “You’re very good at following directions.”

“And what if I want to lead?” he asked, his hooded gaze traveling across her naked body as solid as a touch.

“You have to wait your turn.” Giving him a saucy look, she ripped the foil packet and took out the latex condom.

“Are you always this much of a hard-ass?” The question came out sure and cocky right up until the last two words, which just happened to be when she rolled the condom over his prick with deliberate care.

She didn’t bother to hide her grin. “When I know what I want, yes.”

A vein in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t make a move. “And what is it that you want?”

“This.” Tilting her hips a few degrees, she slid all the way down his length, letting her head fall back as she relished the feeling of oh-my-God-yes-that-is-amazing making her bite down on her bottom lip. It had officially been too long, because there was no way Ian should feel that good inside her, as if this was how sex was always supposed to feel.

His hands were on her hips a heartbeat later, tugging her forward, making her clit rub against him on each downward stroke. “Touch your tits.”

“Now who’s being demanding?” she asked, but her hands were cupping her breasts before the words were even out of his mouth.

The second she started rolling her nipples between her fingers, he inhaled a sharp breath and his fingers bit into her hips. Oh, he liked that, did he? Never taking her eyes off his face as she rocked herself up and down his thick cock, the move making her thighs ache at the same time it sent shivers of pleasure through her body, she pinched her nipples and tugged hard on them.

His brown eyes darkened with lust so primal, it sent a thrill right to her clit. “I’m claiming my turn.”

Without losing their connection, he shifted underneath her, tilting her until her back was on the rug and he was on his knees, with her feet planted on the floor on either side of his thighs. Oh hell yes. She arched her body, bringing her hips higher and in line with his. His hands cupped her ass, each finger digging into her flesh with just the right amount of pleasure as he pistoned his hips, plunging into her, filling her so completely that it stole her breath.

“So damn tight, so wet, so hot,” he said, pushing into her with each declaration. “You feel so fucking good.”

If she could speak at that moment, she would have returned the compliment, but as it was, she wasn’t sure she could speak right then. She was already too far gone.

His hands moved from her ass to her back and he lifted her upper body until her breasts were pressed against his chest, never once losing his rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his corded neck and met every one of his thrusts with a swirl of her hips as she climbed toward her orgasm. Her grip tightened and she leaned back, changing the angle so his cock stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves just inside her opening with every stroke.

He let out a possessive growl. “Look at how wet you’ve made my dick.”

She glanced down. Fuck. She could see herself on him and it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.

“Ian.” She wanted to say more, but that one syllable was all that she could get out. The sensations building in her core were like a ball of megawatt electricity growing with each thrust and retreat, making it almost impossible to do anything but chase after her climax.

“Say it again.” He plunged into her harder, deeper.

“Ian.” Breathy. Begging. On the verge.

“Jesus, Shelby, I’m gonna come.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and rolled her clit with the pad of his thumb, round and round.

The pleasure built and built until— “Oh. My. God.”

And she broke apart as her orgasm crashed into her, turning her entire body electric. Ian sank back onto his heels, taking her with him and shoving her up and down his length in an ever faster rhythm before sinking deep within her and coming with a harsh groan.

She was floating and sinking at the same time as she collapsed against him, secure at least in this moment, that he’d catch her. And he did, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as they both came down.

Four hundred and sixty-eight days later—or at least that’s what it felt like—her heart rate finally returned to normal and she slid off him and back onto the rug. She swore her eyes didn’t flicker shut, but the next thing she was aware of was Ian scooping her up from the floor and carrying her to the couch. He’d made up one of the chaise ends with blankets and two pillows. He laid her down and then scooted in beside her.

“Where’d you go?” she asked, trying to regain her mental footing.

“Got rid of the condom.” He grabbed the grizzly-bear comforter and threw it over both of them, then pulled her in close so her head was resting on his chest. “Now, rest up. I was serious about taking advantage of being snowed in. I have plans for us tomorrow.”

Even as sleep tugged at her, she knew that she should remind him this was a one-time-only thing. Hell, she should probably be reminding herself. She would. Tomorrow. Tonight, she was going to enjoy the post-orgasm snuggle.