“Are you mad at me?” she asked.
“For what? Doing exactly what you told me you’d do?”
“I jumped to conclusions. I should have talked to you instead of running.”
“I should have talked to you before I broke up with y
ou. So I can’t really blame you for doing the same damn thing I did. I’m just glad you didn’t weld truck nuts to my bumper again.”
“How do you know I didn’t?” she asked.
“Oh, my God, did you?” He winced. Flash laughed and it was the sweetest sound he’d heard all night.
“No,” she said. “Only because I don’t have any on me. But the thought did occur to me.”
“If you ever weld truck nuts to my car again...”
“What?” she asked, lifting her chin defiantly.
Ian walked over to her table and took her into his arms.
“I’ll fuck you,” he said. “And you’ll like it.”
“That’s not much of a threat.”
“I’ll take any excuse to fuck you,” he said.
“I’m here. You’re here. Is that enough of an excuse for you?”
“More than enough.” He reached for her but she held up her hand to stop him.
“What?”
“Do the thing,” she said.
“The thing? Oh, yeah, the thing.”
Ian ripped his bow tie off and threw it on the floor.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “Now you can fuck me.”
12
THE TABLES WERE covered with equipment and the floor was littered with metal shards and grease. They had no other choice but to fuck against the one clean patch of wall. Ian pushed her back to the wall and pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles. He groaned when he entered her, and so did she. She groaned in ecstasy but also in relief that even though she’d left him, he’d come for her. And she knew as he lifted her leg and wrapped it around his back he would always come for her. Ian took her mouth with a hard deep kiss and Flash wound her arms around his neck. He fucked her with quick rough thrusts to drive the point home that she was his, all his, and always would be his as long as she wanted.
“More, Ian,” she said, and he lifted her off her feet and buried his cock deep inside her. She arched her back to take it all and he pumped his hips to give it all. They were a writhing mass of mouths and tongues and arms and legs and sweaty hair and grasping hands. Ian bruised her back with his thrusts and she didn’t care. She loved it. She wanted it. The harder he gave it to her, the harder she wanted it. They could be tender with each other later tonight, in Ian’s bed, which would soon be their bed. Right now she just wanted him so deep inside her she would feel him all the way into her blood, her bones, her DNA.
“I love you,” she said against his lips, into his kisses. “I love you...” She said it until she came with a sudden sharp spike of pleasure all the way from her stomach to her toes. She said it again when Ian came inside her, filling her and filling her as she clung to his shoulders and wished she never had to let him go.
Ian took a breath, pressed his forehead to hers.
“You feel better now?” he asked.
“Yes. You?”
“Much better.”
“I should have been wearing my dress,” she said. “It’s much sexier than my work clothes. And knowing Mrs. Scheinberg, she fully expects me to seduce you while I’m wearing it.”