Ride: Hearts Wild Series

So what's the problem here?

Me.

She knew in the core of her being that it was the truth. If he interviewed her and found her lacking like so many other women… well, what would that say about her? It might crush her.

And being without him…

Well, that was the safe, practical choice. The choice she'd always made when push came to shove.

An image of her parents, smiling in their family photo, flashed through her mind, and then she thought again about what Ian had said about love—real, true love. It was a one-in-a-million chance, but it was still a chance worth taking. The only chance, really.

And, okay, she wasn't in love with him. But maybe she could be. One day.

If she took a leap.

Stalking toward the door again, she steeled herself to opening it and finding Ian. But just as she took another step, a knock sounded on her door, and her heart jumped into her throat.

It was now or never. And for once, she was sick of picking never.

She swung the door open and grabbed his face, pulling him down to her until his lips collided with hers.

He hushed her and then completely took away her ability to speak as his teeth caught her earlobe, sucking and teasing her until she was yanking down his jeans without a second thought. God, he felt good…

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispered.

He pushed her pants down easily and cupped her between the thighs, gently at first. Then he slid one probing finger between her lips, and she shivered at the touch.

“Nice and wet.” He put the finger to his mouth and sucked it then led her back onto the mattress. She spread her legs apart, waiting for him to join her, but for a long moment he did nothing but stare at her. His gaze was so intense that she could practically feel the weight of it traveling over her breasts, the plane of her stomach, and finally settling on her waiting folds.

After a while, he said, “I’m the luckiest man on earth.” And then he smiled and joined her, the heat of his body blocking out all the coldness in the room.

Zoe squeezed her eyelids closed, trying to focus on the feel of his weight on her body, the heat of his skin, the hardness of his chest as her straining nipples pressed into him.

But as soon as he was on top of her, he pulled away again. He dropped kisses from the column of her throat to her belly button before licking his way back to her mouth. This teasing would kill her. She writhed beneath him, gripping his biceps in a silent cry for him to meet her needs. But if he felt it, he ignored it. Apparently, he had other things on his mind, and for the life of her, she couldn’t decide whether that was frustrating or sexy beyond belief.

He massaged her breasts, taking each of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and teasing them until she writhed more and dug her fingernail into his muscles. Still, he ignored her as he dragged his teeth along the sensitive swell of her breasts and then sucked her stiff cherry peaks again. He released one with a little pop then said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

His eyes were dark, as mischievous as ever, and he added, “Because we can stop right now if you’d like.”

Her breath caught. She should have been second guessing herself—it was, after all, what she did best. But the second his skin was on hers, she’d had no intention of turning back. She’d only wanted more, wanted him.

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, and with that, he continued his journey downward. One of his hands rested on the inside of her knee and then slid slowly upward, inch by inch, so close to the one place she needed him to go. "Please, fuck me." Raw desperation coated every syllable, and he sucked deeply on her nipple, as if rewarding her.

Then his thumb traced her sex, and she nearly exploded. She rocked into his touch, hoping he would go on to tease her clit, to push a finger inside of her and relieve the rising ache. But he did none of that. Instead, he gripped his thick shaft and pushed into her so hard and deep that the world practically split apart in front of her eyes. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he let out a low groan.

"Fuck," he ground out, and though she tried to respond, she couldn't find the words. It wasn’t the panting or the need or the earth-shattering feel of him, though all of those things played their part. The thing that took her breath away was Ian himself. He stared at her with so much lust that she could hardly concentrate on anything else. She could lose herself in those blue eyes as they stared at her, taking in the whole of her naked body with every slow, attentive thrust.

She rolled into him, rocking her hips so insistently that she forgot about the creaking of the mattress beneath her and lost herself in the push and pull of their bodies.

"You feel incredible." With one hand still on her hip, he used the other to cup her face before tracing downward, outlining the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach. She gasped. He stroked her clit gently, and her channel clenched around him in response, pushing her ever closer to the brink. He responded by speeding his thrusts, pushing and pulling in a steady rhythm with his fingers.

"Your pussy is so tight and wet." He rubbed the aching bundle of nerves again, and she pushed him further still.

She wanted—no, needed—him to move faster, to bury himself so deep inside her that her eyes crossed at the enormity of him. "Please," she begged. She reached out and pulled him close, gripping his biceps as he pushed into her exactly as she needed, meeting her pace as she set it while still holding her body so firmly, she had no doubt who was in control.

Then he pulled away and pushed so hard and deep that the world itself split apart. There was only his hard cock filling her, sending tingles down her thighs. Her toes curled as she was swept into the ocean of her own desire, all the pressure building inside her, starting low in her belly then pushing out to the ends of the earth.

The pleasure washed over her in huge, crashing waves. They tore through her like a current in a hurricane, overtaking everything in their path and filling her to the brim with a rippling sort of tingle that seemed to go on forever and ever. Just as her tremors began to subside, he joined her in climax, pushing into her with quick, greedy thrusts until he was just as spent and sated as she was.