Take Me On

  And he’d thought she was hot only a moment ago. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was his own thundering pulse fucking with his vision, but he thought he could see her throbbing, see her clenching for him to fill her up. Flushed and wanton and gorgeous. “Please,” she said, voice ragged with her breathing. He glanced up to see her gazing at him with hooded emerald eyes that seemed twice as bright as they had earlier today.

  The taste of her sent his eyes rolling back in his head. Even sweeter, somehow, than she’d been an hour ago. He rolled his tongue over her clit, around it, savoring that little bud. Gabby’s fingers clenched the back of his head, and he could tell she was holding herself back, trying not to grind into him. He was going to take that control away from her before it was over. He vowed it to himself.

  He licked slowly until she whimpered. He tapped, and she gasped and jerked. “Ohhh my God, Ian. Oh God.”

  That was what he liked. To give her pleasure. That was what any man in the world ought to feel honored to do for the rest of his fucking life. He was so hard that he hurt, and he clutched his dick in his fist to try to assuage the ache, but he’d gladly suffer that to make her feel good. He sucked her into his mouth, and she lost her hard-fought restraint, circling her hips on his mouth as he used the index and middle finger of his free hand to pull her lips apart. She cried out, thrashing her head. As her thighs begin to clamp on his ears, he released her, resuming slow, leisurely sweeps of his tongue.

  “No!” she cried, then groaned pitifully. “Ian, make me come, pleeeease make me come.”

  “I will,” he said simply. He planted kisses all around her naked, intimate flesh, then slipped his tongue into her needy little entrance, where her flavor intensified by a thousand. Warm and sharp and salty-sweet.

  Her arm slapped down hard on the counter top, and she struggled to spread her legs even wider. Oh fuck, she couldn’t get enough, and he couldn’t either. He had to release her to let his hand roam over her breasts as they heaved with her harsh breathing, and he shoved his tongue deep, desperate for more of her essence.

  Her hand drifted down toward her clit, and he had to abandon his exploration to grab her wrist and hold it away. She fought his grip to no avail, writhing desperately. She’d come when he was damn well ready for her to. Held captive to him mostly by the bonds of her own pleasure. He loved that. She couldn’t fight him but wouldn’t go anywhere even if she could.

  Her movements subsided as she lapsed into helpless abandon, moaning, giving herself fully over to him.

  “Baby,” he crooned into her damp recesses. “You’re so sweet.” He lifted his mouth and put it where she needed it. Somehow their hands became joined, and she squeezed the life out of his as he gave her one long sweep of his tongue. Then another.

  “Please don’t stop,” she breathed. “Please. Don’t. Stop.”

  It was amazing, he thought as he sucked her to a wild, bucking climax, that such a tiny part of the body could have such a devastating effect. As she came apart beautifully in his mouth, her fingers digging into the back of his skull, he didn’t let her go, fulfilling her first fantasy. He groaned against her and squeezed his dick, imagining being wrapped in that clenching channel that begged for him even now. When she finally descended from whatever heights she’d reached, she went boneless, and he had to catch her before she slid off onto the floor.

  Chanting “Oh God,” repeatedly, she wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to lift her and carry her to the bedroom. He sat on the bed with her straddling him, draped over him, and waited for her to fully come back. It took some time, but he was no less hard and ready for her when she finally lifted her pretty, rosy face to his.

  “That was…”

  “I know.” Her juices were all over him. He knew. She kissed him, surely tasting herself. He flicked his tongue against hers, retreating when she chased it. Making her work.

  “Tease,” she scolded. Her hand came between them, resting on his dick. “Mmm. Maybe it’s my turn.” As her fingers curled around him, she groaned, “Jesus, so big,” and dipped her head to bite his neck. Careful to avoid her tattoo, he caressed her arms and looked over her shoulder to the opposite wall, only a few feet from them. Yep, perfect.

  “Look,” he whispered, tilting his chin in that direction. She turned, chuckled, then gazed back at him. “Well, that’s not fair,” she said of the full-length mirror casting their reflection at him. “You can see, but I can’t.”

  He gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Then turn around.”

  Grinning excitedly, she swung her leg off and stood. Before she could reclaim her spot, though, he grabbed another condom and rolled it on. Gabby spread her legs over him and presented him with her perfect, bitable ass, and he took it in both hands, positioning it while his heart lurched in his throat at the thought of taking her again.

  “Fuck me, Ian,” she whispered. With his thumbs, he spread her lips apart. She settled over the head of his cock and slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly, dropped over him.

  As the breath was ripped from his lungs, he looked up and saw her raptly watching them come together in the mirror, and he thought he might not ever be able to inhale again. He stretched her soft, tight tissues, shuddering as she enveloped him, firm as a fist but somehow still pliable. Still so slick and ready. If this was what a woman in her sexual prime was like, he might never go back to girls his own age again. She uttered a helpless, agonized “Mmmm” as he went deeper and deeper. He loved that sound. Finally, she sat flush with his groin, gloving him from tip to base. Heaven. He sank his teeth into her shoulder and palmed her breasts in his hands, then rolled her pert nipples between his fingers.

  “Look at us,” she breathed, tilting her hips outward a bit. God, he didn’t know if he could. If he saw what they looked like right now, this might be over before it started. “Look,” she said again.

  He looked. And a full-body shudder went through him.

  She could be…a wanton fucking fertility goddess. Long, lean legs spread over his thighs. The thick base of his cock stretching her pussy wide where it disappeared into her body. Both of them wet and glistening. Her hair falling around her shoulders and breasts, embracing her in its warm silk. Ian couldn’t resist letting one hand slip down her belly so he could touch where they met so intimately. He watched himself do it, then felt the reaction in the body connected with his.

  “Pretty,” he murmured into her ear, circling her clit with the barest brush of his middle fingertip. It was still swollen, protruding, craving his touch. He wanted her so fucking satisfied when she left here that she didn’t even want to think about sex for, like, a year. As on fire as she was, though, it might take all night. She began to roll her hips against him, causing a slide that lit up his entire nervous system.

  “Oh, Ian,” she groaned, and leaned to the right so she could tuck her left leg under, then to the left to do the same with the right. He supported her weight as she did so, but even that movement caused him to bite down on the inside of his cheek. Now she had more control, and he knew she wasn’t afraid to use it. However, her new position left her a little more unstable, so he held her fast against him.

  He loved the feel of her naked ass pressed against the taut muscles of his belly. But hell, he loved everything about the feel of her. She lifted. He pulled downward. Both of them sighed. The mirror showed every inch of his thick shaft emerging, dusky and wet and engorged with need for her. She left him completely, her breathing fast, watching him bob upright in the empty air. “God, that’s hot,” she said huskily. “Seeing it. Wanting it. Knowing I can have it.” To demonstrate, she pushed down on him again.

  “I know what you mean,” he grunted through gritted teeth. “Take it, Gabriella. You can have it. You can have it whenever and however you want it. Fuck it, baby. Fuck it good. Make it yours.”

  His words seemed to ignite something in her. She tossed all her hair to one side and put both hands on his knees. Immediately, Ian put his mouth on her neck, sucking
at a delectable patch of skin. He supported her weight as she began to move, riding him, rocking him, and he even managed to slip his hand back down to finger her clit. He couldn’t see much in the mirror except her body thrusting against his now, but even that sight was wildly erotic when he felt the effects of her grinding on him, felt her body drawing greedily on him. Release built at the base of his spine, fire pooled in his balls, but he shook it off as best he could. No, no, hell no. She was getting hers first. Always.

  All that beautiful hair was all over him. Caught between their bodies, sticking to his chest. Even puffing into his mouth as he breathed harshly against her neck. She sobbed and cried out, one hand following his forearm down to his wrist where he touched her. “Faster,” she pleaded. “I’m gonna come so hard, baby, so hard…”

  Instead of giving her what she wanted, he created a V with his fingers around her clit, gently pinching and manipulating it but avoiding touching it directly. “Shit! Why do you do the opposite of what I say?” He almost had to laugh at the desperation in her tone, and he might have if he weren’t so far gone himself.

  “Because I want to build you up, make you come even harder than you think yourself capable,” he rasped.

  She gasped out an “Oh!” but he didn’t know if it was a response or a cry of denied passion. Maybe both. Poor baby. She’d suffered enough. He moved his finger back over her bud and stroked it quickly. “Ah! There. There, there, there…” And she threw herself back against him, her body milking him in great, heaving spasms, the intensity of which left even him amazed. There was nothing to do but let go and join her. His release punched through, pulsing deep and hot inside her, filling the trusted barrier between them.

  When the maelstrom receded, he collapsed back on the bed, pulling her with him, snuggling her close. She trembled at his side, restlessly rubbing her legs together. Neither of them spoke for a long time…long enough that when he looked at her at last to say something, she was sound asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Ian drove her back to her car in the muggy, gray early morning light, because Gabriella hoped to slip into the house before her parents stirred, and she certainly wanted to be gone from his apartment complex before there was any chance whatsoever of running into Brian. She probably could’ve waited until noon for that, though.

  She’d hoped to avoid the awkward good-bye, but as she got off Ian’s rumbling Harley next to her car, there seemed no way around it. It had been a great night. It had rocked her world. Waking up this morning and realizing he’d taken care of her, moving her onto a pillow and covering her up, had perhaps been the sweetest moment of all—not the hottest, but certainly the sweetest. Holy shit, a guy who was hot and caring. She’d known they were out there somewhere. And while she certainly wouldn’t have anything against a repeat, it didn’t seem feasible for either one of them. And after all that, she might not have to think about sex for a year.

  “Thanks for the greatest night I can remember having in…a long, long time,” she said at last, dismayed that she felt rather shy this morning after that wild, torrid display. After all, she’d been the one who enticed him back to his place. He’d taken her on, so he’d wanted it as much as she had, but still. She didn’t mind being the instigator. It had simply been a while since she’d done so.

  “Thank you,” he said, a little smile curving his full lips. His stubble was much rougher this morning, his hair sticking up crazily, giving him an even more rugged look than he’d sported yesterday. Throw in the hard biceps and the ink flowing down both arms and the motorcycle, and he looked exactly like what any parent did not want to see pulling into their driveway. And exactly what she’d needed.

  A guy like him, though… He needed a nice, little-bit-wild girl his own age. Not someone older who was all drive and ambition and rarely had time for anything but studying. No, the ideal girl for him would be someone kind of like Candace, who was sweet as pie but still fun and had no problem keeping Brian’s ass in check.

  God, whoever that girl turned out to be, Ian would certainly know how to please her. Gabriella couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous of the poor girl she didn’t even know. Hell, she might already hate her guts.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked, still wearing that mysterious smile, and she realized she’d been staring for the past few seconds.

  “Sorry.” He probably wouldn’t appreciate the woman he’d fucked all night telling him what he needed in a girlfriend. “You just gave me a lot to think about.” Was it her imagination, or was heat creeping up into her cheeks? Good God. It was; she was blushing. She might actually be a little bit smitten with him.

  “Oh yeah? Well, I’m glad.”

  “I guess…I’ll see you at our next appointment?” Hopefully it wouldn’t be too awkward, and they would be able to get through it without anyone catching on.

  He nodded. “I think one more should finish it up.”

  “Good.”

  Silence stretched out for a moment. She wanted to leave; she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to escape…and she wanted to go back to his place and lie in his arms all day.

  “Well,” he said at last, holding his hand out. “I’ll be seeing you.” Without hesitation, she took it, feeling a little thrill when he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back. Her skin tingled where his mouth touched her. It tingled in lots of other places where it had touched her last night. As if the reminder of the way he kissed awakened her body and made it cry out for him.

  Oh God. He was amazing. He made her feel like a teenager again. She had to get out of here before she fell into his arms and begged for a repeat.

  Gabby mustered all her willpower and smiled, stepping back. She had the profound and disturbing feeling she was leaving behind something very important. “See you.”

  He hung around until she started her car and pulled out. Then, in her review mirror, she watched him leave the parking lot on his motorcycle and speed off in the opposite direction. A red light caught her, so she was able to watch until his distant figure turned a corner and disappeared from sight.

  Rain began to patter against her windshield. She stared straight ahead and tried to remember how to breathe.

  She wasn’t early enough. As she drove up her parents’ driveway, she met her dad’s car as he was leaving for the office. Sighing when he began to slow, she braked and rolled her window down as he did the same.

  “Looks like you missed curfew,” he said, which made her burst out laughing. Her dad could be pretty cool sometimes. And a hard-ass at other times. Like any one of his children, and certainly his wife. Gabby supposed she could lie and say she’d run an early errand…but then she’d have to make something up when he inevitably asked what it was, and she honestly didn’t have the brain power right now.

  “I guess I did. I hope you didn’t wait up.”

  “Your mom did. She’s still watching the front door.” He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Just kidding. She was still upstairs when I left. If you hurry, you might miss her.”

  “Oh. Thanks.”

  “I think we need to have a talk later, Gabby.” Uh-oh. He might be in his most dangerous mood right now, actually—the disarming jovial façade to hide the hard-ass within. Those words had never boded well for any of his three kids whenever he uttered them.

  “Sure. Okay.”

  “See you tonight.” He rolled up his window and moved on. She continued up the driveway, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

  The “talk” he wanted to have was no doubt about her behavior of late—tattoos and staying out all night. She could understand. If one of her children began behaving in a way that was totally opposite from the way they’d behaved before, she’d be worried too, no matter how old they were. She only wished she had more of an explanation for them than wanting to try new things. With new people. Her love life had been nothing but one failed relationship after another—the last one spectacularly failed. If nothing she’d ever done
had worked for her, then why keep doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results? That was the comical definition of insanity, wasn’t it? There was nothing wrong with changing it up a bit.

  It had damn sure worked for her last night.

  She would just reassure her parents tonight that she was okay, not to worry, and if they couldn’t be placated, then maybe she would open a discussion about going back to Dallas early. Finding an apartment and settling in before M2 began. A summer of hiding out in her hometown had seemed like a good idea when her world came tumbling down, but now…she wasn’t so sure. She’d woken up this morning with Ian’s arm over her, feeling so much better than she had in the weeks since her failed wedding. She felt as if she could take on anything, defeat any obstacle, that she had no reason to hide her face in shame.

  She just didn’t like that it had taken a man to make her feel this way. Even worse? It was a man she couldn’t have.

  Her dad had been right, and she managed to make it to her room without catching sight of her mother. Despite her exertions last night, she was restless and full of energy, going for a late-morning jog, grabbing lunch and doing some idle solo shopping. When she did finally try to settle and do some reading that evening, her mind kept drifting, and she tossed her book aside on her bed with a huff.

  Maybe she could go out. Maybe he’d be at the bar again. Maybe—

  No. Holy shit, what was she doing?

  Her body remembered his touch almost as if his hands were still on her. Mmm, the way he’d looked when he’d fucked her in front of the mirror…

  A knock at her door jerked her out of her fantasies. “Come in!” she called, sitting up and hoping she wasn’t flushed. The door eased open, and her dad peeked in.

  “You busy?”

  “No. I was reading, but…can’t keep my mind on it.” She fidgeted uncomfortably. Her mom was usually the one to lecture her. For her dad to come up here, it was a little scary. He usually handled the boys.