“Shut up and kiss me again.”
I know what he’s going to do in due time. I know what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling, and what he wants the moment his lips press against mine again. I can sense all of that in one man’s unbreakable kiss. The fact he doesn’t kiss any other woman like this takes my brain on a trip. I think I’m going to Heaven. Outer space, at least.
“Do you love me?” he asks, opening my blouse and rubbing my cleavage. This isn’t hard to do, since I’m wearing a very nice bra that “lifts and separates,” much to my would-be husband’s delight. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“I love you.” No games tonight. I won’t be coy. As long as he pleases me, I’ll be earnest with my wants and obey his every command. Before I started dating him, that would have been an unfathomable thought. Me. A woman more likely to dominate a man than be dominated by one. Yet after entering Ian’s world, everything changed. Everything. He’s the man who taught me how to open up, to let go of control, and to find pleasure in giving myself completely to someone. I don’t think I could have trusted any other man to do that for me. So, naturally, this is the kind of man I would marry. If we’re talking purely about sex. (Tonight I am.)
“Say it again.”
I hiss softly, feeling his warm touch all over my chest. I can’t respond any other way, except for perhaps my nipples peaking within my plain white bra. “I love you.”
“Do you give yourself to me, forever and always?” His golden band rubs against my skin. As he slips my left breast from its casement, I get to feel the metal against my nipple as well. He has to be doing it on purpose. “Because I’ll promise you the same thing, right here and now.”
I’m caught between sexual arousal and that feeling of my heart wanting to cry at how beautiful of a thought that is. “I do. I’ll give you any piece of me that you want. I only ask for the same thing in return.”
“True egalitarianism. As long as you understand that some nights it’s going to be very, very one-sided.”
I grin. “Good. Now swear yourself to me, and then do whatever the fuck you want. I’ll obey. For now.”
His lips touch my bare chest, Ian’s tongue pushing beneath my folds of skin and wrapping around some pretty sensitive places. I writhe in my handcuffs, my thighs heating up in desire. Do you know how long it’s been since he and I actually made love? The way we want to? Organically? I don’t want to suffer the torture of not knowing him the way I’m meant to. I think he knows that too, because his breath hits my ear, the pressure of his body pushing down on mine.
“I’m all yours, Kathryn. It’s been a long time since I did something like this with a woman who wasn’t you... and I never want to again.”
Deep down I know he’s only human, but I entertain the idea of him never looking at another woman, never checking her out, never wondering if I’d “go for it just this once,” and it’s both hilariously unrealistic and romantic all the same. I can’t even fathom it.
“I don’t need you to fantasize only about me for the rest of your life. I simply need to be your #1 in all things.”
“Done. We were already there.”
“I know that feeling well.”
His next kiss takes me to a place I haven’t visited in a long time. I think I’m in outer space again, his hand massaging my breast before taking a journey down to my zipper. Even though his tongue is in my mouth, preventing me from speaking, I know he can still feel the pure intent bubbling up inside of me. “I love you. I only want you. Take me far away from here, where nobody will ever bother us and we don’t have to worry about making stupid mistakes that hurt our feelings. I love you, Ian. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Don’t look away from me.” The depth of his voice tells me that’s a command I should not disobey. For now, it’s easy. I can look into his eyes and think of nothing else. Those lovely hazels. Sometimes they’re green. Sometimes they’re amber. I don’t know where he gets these eyes from. His father has brown eyes and his mother has green eyes. Well, I guess that answers it... but Ian’s eye color is so vastly different from his parents’ that I sometimes think his father should get a paternity test.
He’s managed to unzip my pants without even looking. Now his hand slips down, rubbing my silk lingerie and slowly waking me up more and more. Yes, yes I want him. I want him to do anything, everything to me. With just his body. Or everything I packed in my suitcase. I don’t care. I want him.