Savannah took it from him. “I haven’t used one of these in a long time.”
“This isn’t a good time for trial and error,” he teased, trying to grab it back.
She pulled it out of reach. “I guess you’ll just have to employ amazing willpower, won’t you?”
She ripped the packet, pulled out the condom, and met his gaze deliberately as she reached between them. She stroked him with one hand and the other rolled the condom on, all while her sexy gaze never left his. The excruciating pleasure flashed hot in his lower body, rising through his belly and chest, tingling down his limbs.
“Are you…purposely torturing me?” he asked from between gritted teeth. “Or do you need some help? Because I can’t take much more of—”
Her fingers pressed the base of his cock. “I love this needy side of you.”
Ian exhaled heavily, rested his sweaty face against her neck, and muttered, “I definitely need you.”
She laughed, a light, breathless, trickling sound that faded as she grew serious. Her eyes softened into the color of stormy seas. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
His heart thudded hard. He kissed her, met her eyes, and, because she still had her hand wrapped around his cock, rasped, “Lead the way, baby.”
She shifted her hips and rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds while her tongue slid across her lower lip. The combination forced desire through his veins. When she buried the head of his cock in her warmth, Ian swore they shared a simultaneous shiver. All while their eyes remained locked on each other.
The impulse to rock his hips took over, and he pushed deeper inside her. Savannah took a sharp breath, and Ian eased back, then thrust again. Her body opened for him and immediately reformed a tight seal. The pressure and heat of her body, the hunger and awe in her gaze, urged him deeper. He gripped her waist and held her gaze as he continued to forge his path.
Savannah closed her eyes, dropped back, and arched, pushing him home.
“Oh, God…” Her raspy, reverent whisper touched him.
And when her eyes opened again, new emotions shone there. Emotions he wasn’t ready for—affection and vulnerability. They hit him dead center in the chest and tugged at his heart. A sensation he hadn’t felt in decades spread through him. He couldn’t call it love, because he’d never been in love. He’d been infatuated. He’d been in lust. But this was different. Very different.
And when he moved inside Savannah, all kinds of emotions whipped up, clouding all thought. He focused on her pretty face and the pleasure etching her features. On the way her body rocked his world. On the sexy sounds rolling from her throat.
He wrapped an arm low on her back and slowly pulled her into a sitting position, easing back on his heels so she could straddle his lap. Her weight pushed him deeper, and the velvety squeeze made him moan.
Savannah tossed her hair off her face, stroked her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, then threaded their fingers. Ian used his thighs to lift and his glutes to thrust, and Savannah rode him hard through her next orgasm. When she peaked, Ian released her hands and gripped her hips, holding her there as her body squeezed and squeezed and squeezed.
His own climax was pounding at the base of his spine for release. “One more,” he told her, lifting one hand to her head, holding her blue gaze, and giving his all to his resumed thrusts. “Give me one more, baby. Come with me this time.”
Savannah’s hands clawed at his shoulders for balance, her face pressed against his neck. Her hot breath bathed his skin, and her moans rippled through his chest, a flame to the explosion of his orgasm. He held her hips tight, thrusting deep and fast.
“Ah, God… Ia—” The power of her orgasm cut off her words, and Ian let go.
His release ripped through him, hips to chest. He echoed Savannah’s cry, and relished wave after superheated shock wave of pleasure, until the climax passed, leaving them both sweaty and breathless.
She grew heavy on his lap, and Ian kept a tight grip on her as he waited for their breath to slow, for Savannah to move, or for his own need for space to creep in. But she never moved, and space was the last thing Ian wanted.
Long, silent moments passed. Ian’s lower legs fell asleep. Still, he didn’t want to move. He didn’t know when or if this chance would ever come again, so he rode it out as long as possible.
Savannah took a deep breath and released a long, satisfied sigh. “I don’t want to move.”
Ian laughed. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
He lifted her head to look into her eyes and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” she wanted to know.
“You look so…”
“Satisfied?” she said with a wicked little curl to her lips. “Go ahead, Mr. Heller, bask,” she said, leaning her head into his hand. “You deserve it.”
“We deserve it,” he said. “I didn’t do that alone.”