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“You know what?” She waves me off. “Fine… whatever. You don’t want to tell me, suit yourself.”
She picks up her napkin, turning towards the kitchen.
No. You’re not getting away this time.
I stop her, pulling her gently just as she opens the door to her kitchen.
“Hey… hey.” I tuck back a strand of her hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
“I’m not angry.”
I cup her chin as she tries to look away. “Yes. Yes, you are.”
Our eyes meet, and she draws in ragged breaths. Licking my lips, I stare down at hers. I cup her face in my palms and press my lips against hers without a thought. She circled her arms around my neck, and I move mine down to her waist, pulling her closer. My breath quickens as my lips move against hers. My tongue slides into her mouth, tasting her.
She pulls back, breathing heavily.
“Ian…”
I sigh. I want her so bad that I can’t help myself.
Chapter Seventeen: Kaylee
“Ian, please...”
“I can’t help it. You drive me crazy.”
You have no idea what you do to me as well.
“But, we can’t...”
“Tell me. Look into my eyes and tell me this isn’t what you want.”
I meet his gaze. My mind is screaming at me to come to my senses and push him away, but my body is giving me another message.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes...”
He touches my jaw, his fingers grazing my lips. Our faces are just inches apart; his lusty smile tells me he’s savouring the moment. Unable to hold back any longer, we crash against each other. Our lips part, tongues tangling. Within seconds, we’re both breathing hard again.
“God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed this. How much I’ve missed you.” Ian groans, dragging me against him.
Biting my lower lip, I gaze at him. “I’m pretty sure I can guess.”
“Teasing, are we?” He chuckles.
Ian presses a hand to my breast before moving it down, tracing the curves of my body until he reaches beneath my skirt. He rubs his hands over my thighs, his eyes burning with hunger. My belly coils at his hand’s friction against my tender skin. I suck his finger caressing my chin into my mouth slowly, giving him a taste of what’s to come.
He slams me up against the opposite wall and gets to work, ridding me of my apron and my little tiered skirt, leaving me in only my top and my underwear. We grind on each other like a couple of horny teenagers, and the hard bulge of his erection jams up hard against my core. I angle my hips, wanting him, needing him. Little moans escape my lips, my breaths coming faster.
Desperate to get my hands on him, I reach for the button of his trousers. I free him from the restricting fabric. Ian is perfect. Perfection. Inhaling his musky scent, I lick my lips. I’m aching to give this man a taste of his medicine.
Lifting my eyes to his, I steady his base with my hands before parting my lips and sliding them over him. The sensation of my lips against him causes a chain reaction that shoots down to my core, sending a pulse of wetness into the material between my thighs. Sinking down his shaft, never breaking eye-contact. Sliding my mouth, I pepper the tip with kisses.
Ian fists his hand in my hair, the movement tugging on my scalp. “God, you’re so good at this.”
Without warning, he helps me up and kisses me again. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
