Chapter Nine
Courtney groaned miserably as she came awake the next afternoon, her eyes fluttering open in the dim light of the room. And it shouldn’t be dim. Her bedroom faced the afternoon sun, the filmy curtains doing little to hold it at bay as it spilled into the room.
Opening her eyes further, she gazed across the expanse of a huge bed, into the cool dim room as an unconscious smile tugged her lips. She was in Ian’s bed. Not that he was there with her, but he had been.
Her hand reached out to smooth over the pillow beside hers, the slight indention in it assuring her had slept beside her.
Had he held her as she slept?
She moaned miserably. What the hell was she thinking the previous night to drink so much? She had known she couldn’t stay awake. Wine was more effective than any sleeping pill where she was concerned. Her foolishness had caused her to miss a night she would have given anything to remember.
The feel of his arms holding her. If he had held her.
She stared pensively around the masculine room. Heavy dark furniture emphasized the dimness of the room and added to its air of protective comfort. Here, Ian had surrounded himself with furniture of comfort. The chest and dresser and wardrobe were definitely antiques and beautifully preserved. The rolltop desk on the far side of the room looked a bit incongruous with the laptop that sat on its polished surface.
And the bed. She stared at the heavy foot posts, rising a good foot from the mattress. It was huge, obviously custom-made and superbly comfortable. She could lie there for hours. Ian’s scent wrapped around her, his blankets warming her, his bed cushioning her. Everything she needed was here, except Ian.
She settled deeper into the warmth of the bed as she stared at the glow of the sun’s warmth behind the heavy drapes. Last night had been informative. Not just in the information she had learned about Ian, but things she had learned about herself. She had believed she would be uncomfortable having to actually acknowledge any female Ian had f**ked within a relationship. But where Kimberly Raddington had been concerned, there had been no jealousy.
The woman was warm, friendly, and so obviously in love with her husband that Courtney had quickly gotten over any ill feelings toward her. Yes, Ian had touched her, often. He had been the third in her marriage for many months now. But it had ended the night Courtney had arrived. He hadn’t been back since, and the most encouraging bit of news the other woman had dropped, was that Ian had informed her and her husband Jared, that they would need to find another third to fulfill the balance they both sought in their sexual relationship.
But Ian still hadn’t made any moves to complete his relationship with her. She bit her lip in indecision as she tried to figure that one out. She knew he wanted to. Knew he ached to do it. She could feel the tension whipping through the air each time another male came around them. She could also feel the tension rising in Ian. When he touched her, he was so obviously restraining himself, tamping down the wild lust she ached for.
She had thought just getting him into her bed would be enough. That the rest would automatically follow. She was finding out it wasn’t.
“Hangover?”
Her head swung around quickly to the bathroom door. Her heart rate picked up, her mouth drying out at the sight of him. He had obviously just completed his shower. His shoulders gleamed with a slight dampness, as did his silky midnight hair.
“I wasn’t drunk,” she informed him with what little pride she could dredge up as her gaze drifted lower, to the impressive erection straining forward from his body.
“Hmm…” He moved then, walking slowly toward her as she sat up in the bed.
He looked wild. Untamed.
“No headache?” His voice throbbed with lust.
She shook her head slowly, flicking her tongue over her dry lips as her position placed her at the perfect level to greet his hard-on with a moist morning salutation.
“I waited all damned night for you to wake up,” he growled then, his hand reaching out to spear through the tangled mass of hair at the side of her head. “I need you, Courtney.”
He hadn’t said he wanted her. He hadn’t said he was going to f**k her. He said he needed her. Everything inside her clenched in hope, even as her lips opened, a ragged moan passing them as the broad head of his c**k entered.
Her tongue swiped against the ultra-soft underside as the hardened flesh jerked against it. His hands clenched in her hair as she braced one hand on the mattress beneath her, the fingers of the other curling around the thick base.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice tight with lust as she took as much of his erection as she dared into the dark confines of her mouth. “You have the sweetest mouth, baby. So soft and hot, like silk and fire.”
Her pu**y throbbed at the words as she stared up at him, seeing the narrowed intensity of his gaze, the fiery hunger of his lust.
She tightened her lips around him, suckling at him slowly, easily, moaning at the clean male taste of his dark flesh.
“How pretty.” His voice was a heated caress to her senses. “Seeing your mouth stretched open by my cock, your pretty face all flushed and hungry. You’re pushing me, baby. Pushing me further than you want to.” He jerked against her as her hand stroked along the shaft until she came to that taut sac below. “Fuck yeah. There’s a good girl.”
She palmed his balls, her lips sucking noisily at his erection as he wrapped his fingers far enough along the thick stalk to keep from choking her as his thrusts began to increase.
Courtney whimpered in painful arousal as she tightened her thighs against the ache in her pu**y.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you this morning, Courtney?” he asked her, his voice rough as he drove his c**k into her mouth. “I’m going to f**k your pretty mouth first. Watch your eyes go all dark and round as I spill my come down your throat. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you, baby? Take it and love it.”