Page 4 of Sass Me Again

What the hell is wrong with you? Get in your car and go! Her brain screamed, but her traitorous body didn’t move. Not so much as a single muscle. She just had to see.

A low rumble rose from Ian’s chest. God, how she had missed that sound. Before Emily could bat so much as an eyelash, Ian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him, his mouth closing over hers.

Oh God! She thought, letting out a soft moan. The second her mouth opened, Ian took advantage and slid his tongue into her mouth. Her hands moved of their own volition, quickly pushing under his shirt.

He growled in her mouth and deepened the already erotic kiss.

Heat flooded her core. Her hormones screamed for her to get naked and under him. And honestly, that was all that she wanted. To forget all of her problems, and all of her issues and live in the moment with the one man she could never seem to be able to vanquish from her freaking mind. The heat from his skin seared her fingers, sending shockwaves through her body.

Ian’s hand wound around her neck and held on tight. Moan after moan escaped from her mouth and flew into his. His length pressed up against her. It took every ounce of her willpower to not unzip his pants and free it. She wanted to wrap her fingers around his thickness and stroke him up and down.

“I want you,” he growled as he pulled back and nipped at her lips, grinding his

A chill ran up her back, her nipples hardening instantly as they pressed against his chest. His knees felt weak, like she would collapse if he wasn’t holding her tight in his grasp. She wanted to give in and say yes. More than any freaking thing on the planet. She wanted just one damn night with him.

“Yes!” the word slipped from her mouth before she could stop it.

Ian scooped her up and into his arms like she weighed nothing, quickly carrying her to his truck a few rows over from her car. He set her down long enough to open his truck door and lift her up in before jogging around to the driver seat and hopping in.

“Where are we going,” Emily asked, finally finding her voice.

“To my place,” he said, reaching over and wrapping his fingers around hers.

“Don’t you have roommates?” she asked, worried about who might be at his apartment.

“Not for several years,” he said and pulled out of the parking lot.

Within minutes, they were pulling into a secluded driveway on the outskirts of town. A cozy two-story farmhouse stood tall at the end of the driveway.

“This is your house?” Emily asked, trying to keep the surprise from her voice.

“Yep. I bought it a few years ago. I needed to get out of the city, away from all of the hustle and bustle,” he said, turning off the truck and pulling her back into his arms. His lips were on hers instantly. The heat from his skin wrapped around her mind and body, making her want things she hadn’t wanted from anyone in a very long time.

“Ian,” she moaned into his mouth.

“Let’s take this inside. Shall we?”

Emily nodded, unable to form an answer without fearing that she would make a complete fool of herself if she dared to open her mouth.

Ian rushed around the truck to open the door for her. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made such a chivalrous effort. Not in the day and age of equality. She found it completely endearing and appreciated the effort he made.

Twining his fingers with hers, he held onto her tightly as they made their way up the steps onto the wrap-around porch. Opening the screen door, he slid his key into the deadbolt and unlocked the tumbler. Pushing the door open he stood back and waited for Emily to enter the house. As soon as he locked the door behind them, he pulled her back into his arms, kissing a path up her neck to her ear.

“Oh!” His intensity surprised Emily. Though it shouldn’t have. Everything she had remembered about the times they had spent together before rang true in her mind. Raw heat surged between her legs deep in her core. She wanted him with every fiber of her being.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Ian said between licks and kisses.

“Yes,” she moaned as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs wound around his waist.

Carrying her off to the bedroom, a million different images flashed through Emily’s mind. All of them NSFW. All of them were sexy as hell and filled with all of the things she wanted to happen tonight.

“Talk to me, love. Tell me exactly what it is that you want,” Ian said as he set her down on her feet at the edge of the imposing four-poster bed.

“I want you,” she replied, proud that her voice held firm without wavering.

“And what is it that you want me to do?” he asked, unbuttoning his shirt.

Emily’s voice stuck in her throat. There was no damn way she could voice everything she wanted without sounding like a sex-crazed maniac. Really. What the hell was she supposed to say? That she wanted him to fuck her so hard she feared her head might explode? Or that she wanted him to go down on her like someone who had been starved of sex and suddenly had an all-you-can-eat pussy buffet dropped right in front of their faces.