“I can tell.”
“She’s a horrible person!”
He nodded. “Seems to be the case.”
“If she was here, I don’t think I could hold myself back from beating the dog shit out of her!”
He gave me a beautiful grin. “So, this is the angry New Yorker? Cut
e.”
“What a bitch!”
“Come on, Koti,” he said, brushing some hair away from my face. “Let’s drop it.”
“Okay… okay, fine. But for the record, I hate your ex-wife.”
“That makes two of us.”
I pressed my lips together as the hairs rose on the back of my neck. It took me three beers to calm down.
“Easy killer,” Ian said as I finished my beer, taking healthy gulps. “You know sun-drunk is not fun.”
“I’m aware.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as he chuckled.
“Such a lady. Still mad?”
“Yes.” Reaching out I ran my palm down his jaw. “But I’m glad you told me.”
“Me too.”
I frowned as I looked at my chipped blue toes. “I owe you an apology. On the beach that day. When I threw that sand ball at your head. I told you we didn’t need you reproducing your kind of crazy. I’m sorry for that.”
“Koti, I’ve been such an asshole, I deserved much worse from you.” He reached out and gripped the back of my head, pulling me forward and kissed me on the temple and then chanced a kiss on my lips.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “For listening, for being upset for me, and for understanding.”
I sighed as Ian popped the top on two fresh beers and handed one to me. “What a mess we are, crocky.” I clinked my bottleneck to his.
“Rather be in the thick of the mess with you, puffer fish.”
He brushed his knuckles along my thigh and I leaned into his touch.
“Ian?”
“Mmm?” We both got lost in the contact as my breathing picked up and his eyes pooled with desire watching my reaction to him.
I licked my lips. “Try my door tonight.”
Sometime after midnight, I heard the click of my bedroom door followed by the lock. My body tensed as the covers were slowly pulled away from my waiting skin. I was on fire with need and already moaning before his lips brushed my ankle. I spread at his urging while the low rumble of his commands filled the room. He sank between my thighs, his eager tongue lapping up my arousal as I gripped the sheets next to me. We’d spent the majority of our dinner eye-fucking each other until it became too much, and I was forced to step away from the table. When Ella offered to take Disco for a walk, Ian had cornered me at the kitchen sink, biting into my shoulder and brushing his cock along my back with promising words.
“Fuck,” Ian said pushing into me, I was dripping as he drove his way in, forcing us both to stifle our moans as I scratched at his back. “Easy,” he whispered as he drove in again, his control lost a second later when I spoke.
“Fuck me.” Gripping him closer, I crossed my legs around his back spreading wider.
“You’re perfect,” he grunted out before pulling me to ride his lap.
Moonlight shone just enough through the window to allow me to see his eager lips close around my nipple. A light shadow crossed over his face, his eyes closed as he sucked hard. The sight of it had me riding him harder before he gripped my wrists to slow me down.