“God, you’re beautiful,” was all he managed before his hands and mouth touched and tasted every part of her—throat, chest, belly, ribs, and finally her breasts. They were supple and full, with perfect pink tips, and he loved the way she shivered and moaned when he licked and sucked at them. He loved the way she combed her hands through his hair, her fingers tightening as her pleasure rose.
His focus had narrowed to include only Savannah. Savannah and her wildflower scent, her petal-soft skin, and the pleasure he could bring her—at least in the moment.
He dragged off her sweatpants, panties, and snow boots. And then he paused and looked at the grand result: Savannah Bishop gloriously naked. Naked and in his bed. Naked, in his bed and reaching for him.
Ian had never experienced a rush like this. So overwhelming. So intense. He had a ravenous need to sink into her and drive them both to ecstasy. With any other woman, he would do just that. He’d also be out the door before his breathing had returned to normal. But this was different. So different. He didn’t know how or why exactly, at least not while the majority of his blood was pooled below his belt.
He forced himself to slow down. To taste every inch of her body.
“Ian,” she complained, fisting his hair to pull his mouth to hers.
Instead, he pushed two fingers into her wet heat. Her back arched, and her hands slipped from his hair. The guttural moan that rolled from her throat set him on fire. And, God, she was perfect. Velvety and slick and tight. Savannah lifted her hips into his touch, and a current of excitement ripped through his body. She was so beautiful. So sexual. So needy, open, and hungry. He wanted to take his sweet time with her. Wanted to learn every curve of her body, taste every inch of her skin, torture her with pleasure until she begged him to take her.
Savannah sat up and took his face in both hands, pulling his mouth to hers. She was so hungry. And when he lost himself in her kiss, Savannah pushed his jeans lower and took his cock in both hands. Lightning cracked through him. He moaned into her mouth, closed one hand around her wrist, and pulled. But she didn’t let go. Her fingers tightened around his cock, and Ian had to grit his teeth and use every ounce of restraint not to come in her hand.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Savannah…” His impatient tone made her smile. A sexy, seductive smile he felt all the way to his bones. “Baby, slow down.”
She rolled him to his back and straddled his hips. Dipping her head, she kissed him and murmured, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you hadn’t had an orgasm in half a decade.”
That information hit him sideways. He hadn’t wrapped his brain around it before Savannah pulled his cock from his pants and stroked him.
All thoughts evaporated in the stars shooting off behind his eyes. “Fuck, Savannah—”
Warm, wet heat enveloped his cock, cutting off his words. Ian’s hips bucked, and he opened his eyes to the sight of Savannah pushing his cock deep into her mouth, eyes closed, her face glowing with the kind of pleasure that made Ian teeter on the edge of control.
“God dammit.” He cupped her face in his hands and drew her mouth off his cock. “Baby, do you want me inside you?”
Her eyes fell closed, and her forehead creased on a breathless “Yes.”
“Then you’ve got to stop, or I’m going to finish before I ever get close.”
He gripped her waist and flipped her to her back. Ian didn’t waste any time giving her what she wanted. He slid down the bed, pushed her thighs wide, and covered her sex with his mouth.
Savannah choked a sound of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth dropped open, and her hips lifted to his touch with a guttural “Yeeeeeeees.”
The woman blew his mind. He wanted to spend all night getting to know her every pleasure point and exploiting them until he’d heard all her sounds of pleasure. Until her body glistened with sweat. Until she begged for relief, then passed out from exhaustion in his arms.
For now, he knelt on the floor, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and her pussy to his mouth. He pushed his fingers deep, teasing her G-spot with his fingertips. With his other hand, he parted her folds, exposing her most vulnerable pleasure point. Ian met her gaze and held it as he laved slow licks across her bared clit. Savannah shivered. Her muscles coiled tighter and tighter.
Ian pressed his hands to her inner thighs and spread her wide, stretching her muscles and holding her open. Just to look. To lick. To tease. To brand her with the kind of pleasure that would burn him into her memory.
“Come for me, baby,” he rasped. “I want to watch you shatter.”
He covered her with his mouth, sucking and licking. Savannah fisted the sheets on a scream, and her body convulsed with pleasure as she spilled on his tongue.
A wave of wicked satisfaction swept through Ian. While her body shivered with aftershocks, he pressed his face to her belly, kissing her and breathing in the scent of her satisfaction. His cock throbbed for the same kind of release.
Ian kissed a trail to her breastbone, resting there a moment while her fingers combed through his hair. Then she shifted her leg, and her thigh rubbed his cock.
Lust surged through him, and he groaned, sliding up until his hips were between her thighs and they were face-to-face. She smiled up at him, and he kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips, chin, and neck. She wrapped her legs around his, caressed her hands up his back. Skin to skin, she pulled his mouth back to hers.
Ian moaned and pulled away. “I need my wallet,” he smiled down at her, “but I do
n’t want to leave you to get it.”
She slid a hand over his cheek. Her heavy-lidded eyes sparkled, her full mouth tilted in a smile. “I promise I won’t go anywhere.”
He flattened his hands on the bed flanking her shoulders, pushed up, and leaned over the side of the bed to dig a condom from his wallet.