His eyebrows winged up. “I’ve never heard a girl say no.”

“You’ve never had a girl like me.”

“Fuck, Zoe.” His head dropped to my shoulder for a moment before he met my gaze again. “I refuse to go off like a school lad. I need time with this goddess body of yours.”

I smiled and curled my leg around his hip. “I am positive you can handle it.”

He swiped a thumb along my seam. “You’re drenched.”

I cupped him. Part of me was a little embarrassed at just how thoroughly ready I was for him. “The thought of this…” I smoothed my palm over the curve of his jutting cock. “I want it inside me. I can’t remember ever craving a cock before.”

“Jesus, the way you say cock.” He swiped the same thumb over my mouth. I bit down on the fleshy part and tasted myself. His eyes went wild when I sucked it deep into my mouth.

“I want yours. I want it deep inside me.”

“And you’ll fucking get it.”

His accent was deeper and stronger. I couldn’t deny it helped ramp up the sexy factor. The British-laced Americanisms, the juxtaposition of his raspy voice with the face of an angel. It was a heady package.

One I’d been dreaming about for far too long.

He knelt between my thighs, rising up to his full height. “I did not come prepared for this.” He laughed. “Thought I’d jinx everything if I had a rubber in my pocket.” I arched up when he slid the crown of his cock along my seam. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back. “Please tell me you have something.”

I wanted to tease him. To make him beg for it, but I needed him inside me too much. “Red box.”

His eyes snapped open, his gaze darting around the room. I laughed and pointed up. He snatched the red tin off a stack of my anatomy books. The top clattered to the floor as he rummaged through the business cards I kept in there. Handily, I lived in the free love beach town of Venice. Condoms were passed out like lollipops.

I didn’t always need them—and sometimes preferred a Dum Dum over sex. But this time? Yeah, I was thankful for the two I’d stashed in there for a just-in-case moment.

He shoved the box back on the shelf and tore open the purple package. I didn’t have enough time to laugh about the eggplant-colored dick coming my way.

All I cared about was that it would be mine.

He tucked the head of his cock down and around my clit before slowly easing inside me. I lifted my hands to my wrought-iron headboard and blew out a harsh groan as he stretched me to my limit. I’d been ready for him.

Okay, maybe not ready for this level of a Thor hammer, but sweet hello. My belly quivered with every inch he buried inside of me until there was nothing but Ian and his fantastical cock filling me up.

He reached up to cover my fingers on the rungs of the headboard. His gaze locked on mine as he slowly pulled out and undulated his hips in a way that would remain in my memory banks for the rest of all time. Then he snapped his hips until I lifted off the bed.

“Fuck!”

“Yes.” His voice was guttural and raw.

Again and again.

He was relentless.

Perfect.

Raw in a way I didn’t know was possible for me to experience. This man, an almost stranger, who had become far too important to me.

The swing of his cross teased along my chin, as he became my pure focus.

I tipped up my hips and cried out as everything became more. He widened his knees and found a new corner inside me that made everything thrum and quake.

I tried to break his hold on my hands. I wanted to curl around him like a fucking barnacle, but he had other plans.

“So deep,” I gasped and arched up. His cross trailed along my neck, then my breasts as I screamed his name. The sun disappeared in the eclipse of Ian and became every pain and pleasure center I never knew I had. I drew on all the reserves living inside me I used for painting and creating and accepted all he offered. Hoping I was giving enough back to him.

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