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My lips curl as I lean in, feathering my mouth against his. “Can I make it up to you?”
“Lila, I told you, nothing has to hap—”
I kiss him, hard—hard enough that his word morphs into a throaty groan that makes me tingle with something other than nerves. “Shut up and open the door, Ian,” I mutter against his mouth. “Key is in the lock.”
“I just don’t want you to think I expect anything.”
“After that little speech, I am not above sucking your dick right here in the hallway.”
“Jesus,” he chokes out, keeping me upright against the wall with one fucking hand as he fumbles with the key sitting in the lock with the other one. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”
I let my mouth drift along his cheek, feeling his beard tickle my lips. “Why not?”
“Because it might have me doing something stupid.”
“Like?”
“Like letting you suck my dick right here in the hallway.”
“And that’s a bad thing?”
He groans again just as the door swings open beside us. “Get your ass inside, brat. I have plans for it.”
He releases his hold on me to let my body slide down his until I’m back on my feet, his forearm coming to rest against the wall by my head as he looms over me, tension in his features like he’s struggling not to touch me. I like that. I really like that.
So maybe I make a little show of swishing my hips when I slide past him to duck into my apartment, going for a seductive look when I peek over my shoulder at him as he follows me inside, only to let out a sharp yelp when he swats my ass through my jeans.
“Not fast enough, Lila.”
“I thought you wanted to see the Porcelain Pride?”
“Is that what you want to do right now?”
I make a show of pretending to think about it. “I don’t know…It could be.”
“I think you’re trying to test my patience.”
“Is it working?”
He looks deathly serious when he answers, “You’re about to find out.”
My eyes round as he starts toward me, and my heart rate doubles as I stumble away, going into a run toward my bedroom, hearing his heavy steps following close behind. A giggle that sounds almost like a scream leaves me when his arm slides around my waist just as I burst through my bedroom door, his solid frame colliding with mine.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over how easily he seems to be able to toss me around; Ian Chase treats me like I’m his own personal shot put, and he’s going for the fucking gold medal. It feels like he barely puts any effort in throwing me onto my bed, crawling over me like a predator, with a look in his eye to match as his wide shoulders block my view of the ceiling. His gray eyes are darker now, like charcoal that’s just been lit, with the way they seem to burn.
I let my fingers skirt over the toned expanse of his inked forearms that are braced on either side of me, keeping my touch light, teasing, just happy to be able to touch him the way I’ve always wanted to. I let them slip higher until they’re smoothing over his biceps, his shoulders—curling my hands around his neck and lacing my fingers there.
I don’t tug at him very hard, but thankfully he takes the hint, anyway. He lowers himself until his body is practically zippered to mine, and I can feel every hard inch of him against every soft inch of me and the contrast of it is wonderfully decadent. His lips mold to mine as my eyes flutter closed, opening for him without question as his tongue slips inside to explore my mouth. There’s no one here now, I realize, no one to interrupt, no one to stop us from fulfilling every fantasy I’ve ever had, and the realization of that has me kissing him just a little more desperately, has my body pressing against his as if I can somehow get even closer.
This is actually happening, I think with wonder. He’s here. He wants me.
It makes me feel a bit frantic.
My hand snakes between us, searching, seeking him out until I can feel the hot, hard length of him in my palm. He hisses through his teeth, breaking the kiss, his breath huffing against my jaw as his eyes press closed.
“Lila,” he rasps.
My lips drag along his cheek. “Want you,” I hum, sounding out of breath myself. “Please, Ian.”
