He was so hard, so damned horny he thought his c**k might well burst from his pants. And if Courtney’s sensual little murmur of approval as she felt the hard length of his erection against her rear was any indication, the ride home could be one fraught with frustration. Because there was no way there was time to lay her back and have his way with her.
“When are you going to f**k my ass, Ian?” She wiggled against his lap as the breath slammed from his chest.
“I’m going to spank your ass,” he growled, unable to stop himself from allowing his hand to smooth up her leg, sliding beneath the soft weight of the dress.
And he was smiling. In the dim light he felt the curl of his lips, the laughter in his chest and it amazed him. He should have been enraged that she would stay out so late plotting to make him insane. Instead, all he truly felt was a strange sense of joy that she was back in his arms.
“That would be foreplay,” she giggled playfully as his hand caressed the sensitive flesh behind her knee.
“So it would be.” He grunted to cover his laughter.
The dark confines allowed him the freedom to release a small measure of the surprising happiness she seemed to fill him with at the oddest moments. What was it about her? He should have been raging, furious at her for her manipulations, her scheming determination to get her way with him. Instead, he could do nothing but allow the little minx her way and stand back and watch in bemusement as everything inside him reached out for her.
“Hmm. We need to take a very long limo ride one night, Ian.” She leaned back in his arms, her eyes gleaming beneath her lowered lashes. “I could get so naughty in the back of this car.”
“Really?” He lifted a brow.
“Really,” she sighed. “We could get na**d and have wild flaming sex as we traveled. The night we rode home from the airport, I wanted nothing more than to kneel before you and take your c**k into my mouth. Would you have been surprised?”
Surprised? He would have had a stroke. He still might.
“We could have so much fun.” She leaned forward, nipping his ear as his hand clenched at her thigh, spreading her legs as he felt his breathing escalate. The woman was going to drive him insane.
“There’s no time for these games, Courtney,” he groaned as her tongue stroked along his neck. “We’re nearly to the house…”
“I could come just rubbing against you I bet,” she sighed against his ear. “Just the sound of your voice stroking me. Talk dirty to me, Ian. Make me come for you.”
Her voice was teasing, her body wasn’t.
His fingers skimmed over the crotch of her panties to find them hot, wet. Her juices were plastering the silk to the bare curves of her pu**y and tempting him beyond endurance. The hard catch of her breath as his fingers stroked over the material had his jaw clenching as he fought for strength.
She would come so easily for him, he knew. She would unravel in his arms, spill her sweet cream around his c**k and scream his name.
“When I get you home, I might not make it to the bedroom, Courtney. You’re in danger of being f**ked on the stairs.”
“Mm.” She wiggled in his lap. “However you must do it, Ian. As long you’re inside me. I feel so empty. I need you inside me.”
His eyes closed at the emotion he heard in her voice. He had a feeling she had more in mind than just his c**k filling her.
She snuggled against his chest again, her head resting against his shoulder as her hair fell like a ribbon of silk over his arm to the seat. His hand buried in the mass, something inside him clenching painfully.
Now he knew why he had kept his relationships purely superficial. Why he never allowed himself to get close to the women he took to his bed. Because he knew the dangers inherent in letting himself feel again.
Unfortunately, Courtney was asking for nothing. She never had. From the first moment he had seen her as a young child, she had moved into his reluctant heart with her open smile and generosity. She had been a child. He thought himself safe loving her. Hell, he needed someone to love, and she had asked for now more from him than a smile at that time. He had never imagined the changes that time would bring.
As she lay against him, Ian rested his chin against her head, his hand still stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh, so near, and yet so far from the heat he craved. His eyes closed as the silence wrapped around them, the intimacy of the moment weaving through his soul.
“I love you, Ian.”
Her voice was soft, the words slipping out as she relaxed against him, sliding into sleep with all the innocence and trust of a child.
His teeth clenched as a shattering sense of hunger overwhelmed him. As though the words had opened something inside him, torn it loose and left him grasping for a tenuous hold on his rapidly slipping control.
I love you, Ian…
The words drifted around him, echoing through his senses and leaving him with a hollow ache he couldn’t make sense of, one he knew he couldn’t live with.
Love. A child’s dream. A young girl’s fantasy. But Ian was a man, no longer a child, and without a drop of innocence left within him. And love, he knew, could hold no part in his life.