She held him, opened her mouth, and took his erection again, wrapping her lips tighter around him and pulling him deep, using as much suction as she could to work him into as much of a frenzy as he was doing to her.
He’d gone from lapping at her like she was the tastiest treat to teasing her clit, pressing hard, suckling the hard nub with tongue and teeth. She bucked against his mouth, and he clutched her hips in an almost brutal grip, holding her in place as his tongue slid inside her and mimicked actual sex.
He thrust his shaft into her mouth, over and over, and she moaned around his thickening erection. The sound had unintended results. He jerked, and he pumped himself into her willing mouth while she played him as best she could with her tongue and one free hand. He let out a long groan, and suddenly she understood just what she’d done to him, as she felt the vibrations straight through her core.
The tremors triggered her sudden release, and her entire body caught fire as she came, shaking and moaning around his thickening shaft, her release imminent. He nipped at her clit, and she shattered completely at the same moment he came in her mouth, hot spurts seeping down her throat as she struggled to swallow and keep up with him—and with herself.
* * *
Holy shit. Ian had just had his mind—and body—blown by a sexy woman who knew her own mind and refused to roll over and let him have his way. She demanded her due. And he’d loved it. Just as he’d loved sleeping with her in his arms and waking up with her lips wrapped around his cock. He was falling for her in a way he’d never let himself before, and it scared the living daylights out of him. He didn’t like giving anyone power over him in any way. Most especially when it came to his emotions.
Do not overthink this, he warned himself. It was one night with a gorgeous woman.
He pulled himself up to the head of the bed and found her facedown sprawled across the bed. He brushed her hair from her face.
“I think I died and went to heaven,” she muttered without opening her eyes.
He burst out laughing, enjoying her immensely. “Happy to have taken you there.”
He took her in, gorgeous curls spilling over her back, her hips wide and generous, her ass perfectly round, and grinned at the sight.
“Come on, sweetness. Time to shower.”
“Can’t move.”
He headed for his bathroom and pulled out two towels then turned on the shower so it would get hot before returning to the bed.
“Shower,” he said, more forcefully this time.
When she didn’t move, he debated only briefly then reached out and swatted her ass with his palm.
“Hey!” She raised her head and glared at him, but there wasn’t anger in her blue eyes, only heat and sudden awareness and arousal.
He filed the knowledge away for another time.
“Come on.” He scooped her into his arms and headed for the steam-filled bathroom.
Needless to say, the shower took longer than it would have if they’d just washed up and was one of the more memorable mornings he’d spent in a good, long while.
* * *
Riley normally avoided the walk of shame. It was easy when her boyfriends were few and far between, and one-night stands didn’t happen in her life. Now she had to put on last night’s clothes and ask Ian to take her to the stadium to get her car. All she wanted to do was escape the rest of the morning without undue embarrassment.
In the light of day, everything they’d done came back to her in vivid detail, and she didn’t know how she’d face him. Where was the bravery she’d woken up with? Gone, now that his arms were no longer wrapped securely around her and she didn’t know where they stood.
She stepped out of the bathroom to an empty bedroom. Ian had excused himself to take a business call, and apparently he still hadn’t returned. She’d check her own cell, but she’d left it, along with her purse, in Ian’s car.
Ignoring her rumbling stomach, she picked up her panties from the floor and turned them inside out, pulling them on. She folded her arms across her bare chest and groaned. Her shirt and bra were on the floor somewhere in the front hall, and no way would she parade through his big apartment naked. She’d have to find a dry towel to wrap around herself, she thought.
She glanced at the bed, surprised to find he’d left a folded tee-shirt for her to wear, and she gratefully pulled the oversized garment on. It fell below her knees. She folded her skirt, tucking it beneath her arm.
She walked through the hallway, passing two closed doors, extra bedrooms, she assumed, and entered the main great-room area. She walked toward the sound of Ian’s muffled voice and found him by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean.
He stood with one hand high on the window. Navy track pants rode low on his waist, and no shirt covered his incredible body, giving her a good look at his muscular back and arms.
She bit back a sigh at the sight.
Or maybe she didn’t suppress it so well, because he turned around, and his steely gaze locked on hers. “Just take care of it,” he bit out to whoever was on the other end and disconnected the call.