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He felt the shrug she gave in reply. “I… I need to think about anything else besides this for a while. I always prided myself on my judgment, and it’s making me question everything to picture one of my kids doing all of this. I need to forget.”
That was all the warning Ian got before she turned her face into his and kissed him, the press of her lips fierce and determined, showing her intent. It had Ian hard in a second. But as much as he wanted to kiss her back, he pulled away.
“Sofia.” He had to clear his throat to speak. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Yes.” Sofia bit her lip. “I want to forget all of this for now. I’m tired of feeling confused and lost—I want to feel good.” Her eyes took on that naughty gleam he saw in his dreams. “And we both know we’re very good at making each other feel good.”
Ian huffed out a laugh at that. He gave her a few seconds to change her mind or add any caveats, but when she only raised an eyebrow at him, he took her hand and without saying another word, led her to his bedroom, stumbling a little when she pressed into him.
Having her in this room intensified the desire coursing through him, and he spun her around so she stood in the middle of the floor. “I feel like I all but ripped the clothes from you last time,” he said.
“You did—and I loved it,” Sofia said as she started pulling at her shirt. “Get me naked. Now.”
“Hey, hold on,” he chuckled. “Maybe last time was fun, but this time I’m taking it slow. My room, my rules.” He let his hard look tell her he was serious, then advanced, stalking her like she was prey.
Willing prey—she stood still for him to take the clip from the end of her long plait and loosen the thick, glossy length with his hands.
“That’s better,” he murmured. “You had it like this that night. It’s how I picture it when I think of you.”
She raised her arms for him to strip her shirt from her, and her legs for him to peel her jeans. He took a moment to admire how her skin glowed in the pearl-colored silk underwear she wore, then removed that too. Another woman might have crossed her arms over her chest in shyness when her bra was skimmed from her and her breasts released, but Sofia stood proudly before him, letting him feast his eyes. She even obeyed his rough-voiced, “Turn around.”
Ian ran his hands over her pert rear before delivering a soft slap. Sofia threw him a fake-outraged look over her shoulder, a knowing smile curving her lips.
“Sorry not sorry,” Ian told her. “They’re so damn spankable. Biteable too, I bet.” Ian bent over and took a quick nip of her ass cheek, making her shriek. He moved behind her and cupped her breasts, pressing close to let her feel his readiness. He’d hold himself in check though—he prided himself on his control, and also, this was all about her and not him.
And also because I want to savor this, he acknowledged. He nudged her to face him, giving a last squeeze to her breasts and the ripening buds of her nipples, then dipped his head lower, sinking to his knees at the same time. He trailed his way down her stomach in a series of kisses and nips, adoring Sofia’s gasps when he used his teeth a little harder. He varied the pressure, so she had no warning which bite would be sharper, and that made her moans all the sweeter.
He cradled her still-flat stomach in both hands, smoothing his thumbs from her belly button outward, then used his tongue to tease the sensitive skin there, making it ripple with gooseflesh. He dragged his mouth lower, over her neatly trimmed mound to the little bud hidden in her folds, but he didn’t stay there long. Ian smiled into her skin at the moan of disappointment Sofia let out when he swiped her pearl with a quick touch of his tongue tip and stopped.
“Open for me, Sofia,” he husked.
She widened her stance, and Ian backed her against his dresser, making sure she leaned against the solid support before hooking one of her legs over his shoulder. Sofia raked her fingers into his hair to steady herself.
Then Ian feasted, taking long, slow licks through her folds, relearning her taste and feel, her sweetness and tartness. He spread her open with his thumbs, then slid them up to her bud, swollen now with her passion.
“Ian.” Sofia’s voice was hoarse with arousal. “I need…”
“What do you need, darling?” He kept up the devastating pressure.
“You. Only you,” Sofia whispered.
“And you’ll have me. Just as soon as I get a condom,” he told her.
“I’m already pregnant,” Sofia reminded him.
“Yes, but—”
“And I’ve been tested. So, if you are sure you’re clean…”
Ian nodded, doubting he’d be able to give a verbal answer, grateful Sofia was able to talk and reason for the both of them.
In one swift move, Ian hooked her other leg over his free shoulder and hoisted her to sit on the dresser…at just the right height for him to bury his head between her thighs and spear his tongue into the heart of her. He stroked her clit, his touch sure and commanding, and she screamed, convulsing around him and drenching him in her honey. He didn’t let up until her vocal response tapered into gasps and her shaking quieted.
He slid her trembling legs from him and set her feet on to the floor. “Good?” he asked, hoping he didn’t sound as smug as he felt.
“S-so good.” Sofia’s face was dazed and her voice breathless.
Ian clasped her to him, letting her feel his straining erection. “Good. Oh, you know you’re going to come for me again before I take you?”
