He groaned at her words, raised himself up, settling his erection at her entrance. He watched her expression as he eased inside her by increments, not wanting to miss out on one second of this first time. As her body opened, accepting his thick length, taking him in, wet heat slowly enveloped him.
“Oh, Ian, I feel you,” she murmured in awe.
“I feel you too, baby.” And he hadn’t been prepared for the emotions flooding through him.
Oh hell, now he knew why they called it making love, he thought, gliding all the way home. So damned good, he thought, his entire body in sensory overload.
Her body clasped him tight, gripping him and connecting them body, heart, and soul. His heart slammed harder inside his chest, beating out a rapid rhythm, screaming ownership and possession of this woman who’d been different from the very first. He stilled, giving himself a second to catch his breath and calm the fuck down. If there’d been any lingering doubts or question of the depth of feelings she inspired, they were gone with this one act.
Before she questioned him, he collected his thoughts and began to move, gliding in and out of her slick sheath. She bent her knees and raised her hips, encouraging him, giving him more depth for each thrust. He picked up rhythm, and she moaned, arching into him each time he drove harder inside her.
Their bodies already had their own rhythm, but skin to skin, everything was elevated, bigger, more, including her cries of pleasure. Faster, harder. He broke into a sweat, braced his arms, and powered into her.
“Yes. Oh God, right there.” She arched again, and he made sure the head of his cock hit the same spot inside her.
“Come, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her body stilled and clenched, and she convulsed around him, crying out with each pump of his cock.
“Ian!” She screamed his name, triggering his own hard, fast release.
He came, spilling himself into her, opening his heart and gutting him at the same time.
* * *
Riley woke up because her stomach was grumbling. She rolled to find Ian watching her in amusement, his lips twitching with a grin.
“Something funny?” she asked.
“I like watching you sleep. Listening to you? Not so much.”
She punched him in the arm. “You made me leave the party before dinner,” she reminded him. “I’m starving. And craving ice cream.”
He rolled his eyes and laughed. “Luckily for you, I keep a stocked freezer for the girls. My sisters,” he added quickly when she raised her eyebrows in question.
“Feed me?” she asked.
He leaned over and kissed her hard on the lips. “Only because you asked so nicely.”
He slid out of bed, perfectly comfortable in his nudity, and headed for the kitchen, returning with a large tub of ice cream and one spoon. “Hope you like chocolate swirl.”
“Mmm. Works for me.” She scooted back in the bed, sitting up as he turned on the bedside lamp and settled in beside her.
“You’re not having any?” she asked, holding out her hand for the spoon.
He shook his head and laughed. “We’re sharing.”
“You’re a mean man, making me share my ice cream.”
Ignoring her complaint, he popped off the top and placed it on the nightstand before settling in beside her. He dug into the tub and held out the spoon for her to eat.
He fed her
, alternating one for him and one for her until they’d had their fill. This was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him, and she understood that something had changed tonight.
Not something, she thought. Everything.
It was as if once she’d verbally committed to him, the walls he’d kept between them had crumbled. Her heart swelled with emotion and the knowledge that somehow she’d captured this man for her own.