“You kissed me because you decided I was insecure about my mother?”
“It’s apparent you’re insecure about your mother, and I haven’t kissed you, yet,” he assured as he palmed my face in his hands.
“Look, I don’t need your reassurances.” I pulled away from his hold and faced him head on.
“Fine, my mistake,” he whispered heatedly. “But I’m going to tell you how beautiful I think you are and what you do to me.” He inched forward, his breath hitting my neck as he spoke low. “Before you let me, and even though I was angry, I thought about touching you every day for a month. You were a dream.” He pressed his lips against my neck and I let out a soft moan. “The most perfect dream,” he whispered. “I thought about the feel of your lips, my tongue in your mouth, my cock stretching you, the look in your eyes as I invaded you. I thought about sucking your tits while I buried myself deep enough, so you would never forget I was inside you. I thought about your ass and how red it could get under my palm. At night as I lay in bed, I thought about nothing but you. I’m so fucking hard for you right now it physically hurts, and I just had you hours ago.”
Without an ounce of fight, he tugged me toward him by pulling my arms around his neck. I licked my lips as his arousal brushed my stomach. Mouth parted, my panties soaked, I threaded my fingers in his hair. Leaning in, he pushed the hair away from my ear as he whispered the rest of his seduction. “And even though I’ve had you, I’ve touched your skin, and buried myself so far inside you that you won’t forget, you’re still a dream for me, so beautiful it hurts.”
We shared a breath and I could feel the frustration and need rolling off him.
He pulled back, demanding my eyes before our mouths met, his tongue diving deep as he fully tasted me. Between his confession and his perfect kiss, I was at his complete mercy. He thrust his tongue deep and I felt his every word match his desire. Returning it with the same fervor, he pulled away when I began to get aggressive. “I want you so much right now.”
“So, take me to bed.”
He shook his head. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Like you care.”
“It’s my respect for your father and nothing more.”
“Okay.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll make myself scarce.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Koti,” his face twisted in regret. “I want to. I have to.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling my heart sink a little at his admission. But there were unspoken rules and he was holding us both to them. This was a family matter and highly personal. He wasn’t mine to claim, he didn’t want to be involved and he was making it known.
“I can’t do this with you.” That admission left a crack in my chest.
“I know.”
“Damnit.” He ripped his arms away and instantly I felt cold. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“I understa…” but before the words left my lips, he was through the door to his room and I felt the finality as he softly shut it behind him.
Could Ian and I be more?
I had my answer.
“WHAT’S WRONG?”
Jasmine peered down at me as I entered the office mid-afternoon the next day. I explained I would be late due to the unexpected visit from my parents.
“I told you, my mother is here, need I say more?”
“She can’t be that bad.”
I shrugged. “She’s not unless she decides to bring up my future, and she always does. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to miss work to have breakfast with her, it was a massacre. My dad had to practically peel her off me so I could get to my Jeep.”
“She needs a hobby,” Jasmine frowned. “You aren’t a project.”
“Tell that to her,” I said as I sat defeated in my chair. Ian was gone when I woke up, no doubt on another run. I spent most of the night tossing and turning and hadn’t slept a single minute. I still felt his lips regardless of his words, but that was the scary part. No matter how transparent he was about our situation I’d ignored it and only saw him. And oh, how I wanted him in every way.
“If it’s okay, I’m going to knock off early to deal with the inevitable fall out, so they can leave.”