After tugging off my shirt, I lifted my arms to his shoulders. He gathered me in close and his mouth crashed down on mine. My name a moan on his lips and reverberating through his chest as we grappled to get closer.
I fisted my fingers in his knotted hair. The silky softness warred with the mangled state of his curls. From my hands, from his show, from sleep—I loved that he was so rough around the edges. Even his curls.
I craved both it and the sweetness that blurred the edges of the man I thought I knew. I so didn’t. I didn’t know a fucking thing.
“When do you have to go?” I scraped my teeth over his neck.
He groaned. “Tonight.”
“How long do we have?”
“Today.”
I curled my fingers into the front of his jeans, flicking the button open. “Then we better make the best of it.”
He stopped my hand, his eyes serious and steady. So unlike the man who’d stumbled into my place last night. “We don’t have to.”
I slowly pulled the tab of his zipper down. “I want this.” I reached in, then trailed the backs of my fingers along his shaft. And sweet Van Gogh, it was slightly curved. He was going to kill me.
He cupped my face. “Are you sure?”
I curled my fingers around his cock and peeled his jeans back with my other hand. “Not sure where you got it in your head that I’m this innocent girl—and maybe I am compared to some of the women you’ve known.”
He shook his head, his eyes a little dangerous. “I don’t care about any other girls—or women. Nothing matters but this and you.”
I shivered. I wanted to believe that. But he was a rising star in a landscape of screaming women and excess. I wasn’t deluding myself that I was special.
No matter what he said.
I undulated my hips, dragging the silky head of his dick across my belly. “I want to see if this is just as talented as your mouth.”
“Fuck.”
“Yes. That is exactly what we’ll be doing.”
“You won’t even allow this to be something else?”
If I thought about it too much, I’d want more than this. More than now and what he could offer me. It was safer to lean into the heat. The emotion may just kill me. “I’ve seen your sweet side, Ian Kagan. I want the dirty one now. I saw it last night before we tumbled into something else. Something we may never be allowed to have. Show me that hunger. I need it.”
His long fingers slid into my hair along the base of my neck and gripped it at the roots. “What if it’s too big?” He narrowed his eyes. “Get your mind out of the gutter for a minute.”
“Do I have to?”
“I’m being serious here. I’ve got darkness in me, Magic. Too much sometimes.”
Fuck, his face was so damn serious. Frustration flooded my already jangling nerves. “Give it to me. Share it with me. I can take it.”
His green eyes were storms now. The kind that ate away at the beach and left nothing but destruction. Exactly what I wanted right now. I dragged him down with me on the bed.
He braced himself over me. His arms as rigid as his cock between us. “What if I don’t want you in that darkness?”
I used my toes to drag down his jeans until he was completely free to my touch. I could taste the wild in him. It was so close to me, but he kept holding back. “Don’t put me on a pedestal. I’ll crash into a million pieces.”
“You couldn’t.”
I rubbed my mound against the base of his cock, trapping it between us. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me like it’s the last night on earth.”
He dragged down his jeans, kicking them off. He crawled back onto the bed between my thighs. I caught his chin, leading him to my mouth. “I don’t need any more foreplay of that nature.”