It was like a lashing flame, licking, flickering beneath the sensitive head, rubbing, stroking…
“Fuck yeah. Suck my dick, Courtney.” His knees were weak, sensations flooding his body that he would have never expected.
The pleasure was so intense. Too intense. It was destructive.
“So pretty… That sweet mouth stretched so tight… Oh hell yes, lick my cock, darlin’, lick it like candy…”
She was killing him.
She drew back then, fighting his hold on her hair, her tongue curling over the flushed, bulging tip before it popped free of her mouth. He pushed back. She pulled away, straightening slowly as her tongue ran over her swollen lips.
“Goodnight, Ian,” she whispered then, the shocking words spearing straight to his gut as he watched her with brooding, simmering lust. The hunger rising inside him was nearly violent. Strong enough, intense enough, to terrify him.
And there she stood, confidence simmering in her eyes, anger lighting them.
“What more do you want?” He felt like howling in raging hunger.
A sad little smile tipped her lips, reddened from the light f**king he had given them.
“I want it all.” Her answer shocked him. “Everything, Ian. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
Chapter Five
The bedroom door opened less than two minutes after Courtney closed it behind her, Ian stepping into the room and closing it with a barely leashed control that had shivers chasing up her spine.
“Are you wanting me to rape you, Courtney?” He leaned against the panel, crossing his arms over his torn shirt as he watched her with blazing eyes. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you better than to tease a man in such a fashion?”
She lifted her shoulder negligently as she pulled the snug top from her body and tossed it to the wide chest at the end of her bed.
Soft light spilled from the bedside lamps, emphasizing the heavy dark furniture and the brooding expression of the man watching her.
“I won’t lie to you.” She released the button to her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she stepped from her shoes. “I didn’t come here to f**k you, Ian. I came here to belong to you. There’s a difference. I’m not one of your submissive little one-night stands.”
His eyes flared, darkened to a midnight blue as his expression became savage, intense. There was hunger there, more hunger than Courtney had ever seen reflected in a man’s face. But there was also denial, wariness.
“Then you shouldn’t push your way into my bed,” he snapped. “There’s only one type of woman who joins me there, Courtney. It’s not tender little innocents with stars in their eyes.”
She pushed back the flare of pain his statement brought.
She knew better of course. Oh, not that that wasn’t exactly the type of woman he used. But he wanted more. She had seen it in his eyes as his c**k sank to her throat. She had watched the emotions raging there, and knew that he hid from himself as well as her.
“Keep your bed, Ian.” She pretended to be unaware of the lust blazing from his eyes as she walked, nearly na**d now, to the chest of drawers and pulled a short, midnight silk gown from the top drawer. “I am not a one-night stand, in any man’s bed. Especially yours.” She pulled the gown over her head, shimmying out of her thong panties as the hem fell over her hips.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the temperature in the room shot up by several degrees. She could feel the heat moving in the air around her, caressing the sensitive nerve endings still rioting from Ian’s touch.
“You knew when you began this harebrained campaign what you were getting into, Courtney,” he snapped. “You know me, perhaps better than most…”
“Better than anyone,” she injected coolly, facing him squarely now. “Don’t fool yourself, Ian. I know you too well. And this is why you’re terrified of taking me into your bed. You know I’ll not be a one-night stand. Once you have me, you’ll only want more.”
“You’re not exactly potato chips, Court,” he grunted, his lips tilting mockingly.
“For you, I’ll be a drug.” She lowered her voice, struggling to control her breathing, the harsh beat of her heart. “One you’ll only become more addicted to each time you experience it. Because that’s what you are to me, Ian. A drug. Addictive. I can’t get you out of my mind, nor my heart…”
“It’s a crush, Courtney,” he whispered gently then, moving across the room slowly, his expression so tender it made her want to weep. “An immature obsession.”
There it was. In the only way he could allow himself to feel anything for her. As though she were a child in need of a pat on the head.
“Oh, get over yourself, Ian.” She tried to whirl away from him. She couldn’t allow him to touch her, not now, not while he was trying to convince himself she was still a child. “I’ve never had a crush on you…”