Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
"Ian," I say, and I mean for it to sound like a question, but it comes out as a shiver.
He doesn't answer, not with words. Instead, he leans down, and I feel his hands in my hair, on my clothes, as he tears me out of myself and into him.
My thin T-shirt is the first thing to go, flung behind me somewhere as his lips crash against my neck and my ear and any other part of me he can find. Every touch is fast and heated like he's a man dying of thirst and I'm the only drop of water for miles. Like he's the one who’s been waiting and wondering.
"You okay?" he growls between kisses, though he doesn't let up for one second, doesn't give me a chance to respond or object or do anything but gasp and claw at his back.
"I’m fine," I manage to mutter before he rips my bra right in half. “Hey. That’s brand new,” I grumble.
"Don't care," he says, tossing the shredded pink satin and lace off somewhere in the corner. “I’ll buy you a new one.” I can hear the wild grin in his voice as he yanks my leggings down and moves his hands to the bare skin of my hips.
There's nothing careful about him now, none of that playful fireman charm that had me giddy and falling for him in a damn classroom of all places. This is Ian Too Freaking Hot untamed, a cyclone of relief and desperation with his mouth on mine and his desperation pounding through every inch of him.
My heart matches his beat for beat. I'm dizzy with it, this perfect, insane feeling of being swept away and found all at once. Any other thought melts away under his touch, even as the back of my brain tries to protest that we aren’t discussing everything first.
Then it's not just his hands. It's his everything, and suddenly I'm not just going along with it. I’m all in. I wrap myself around him, pulling him closer with a rush of yes, please, now that leaves nothing unsaid. We tumble together into a tangle of sweat and heat and white-hot chaos, the sounds of his breathing and my disbelief mingling into something completely beyond either of us.
"Thought I lost you," he murmurs against my shoulder, and I can hear in his voice how hard it was, not knowing if I made it out of the building.
I arch into him, threading my fingers through his dark hair and losing myself in the one thing I've wanted since the day we met. "I’m here," I breathe, every word tinged with the same mad certainty, the same passion he hurls at me without hesitation. “We need to talk about yesterday.”
"Later," he insists, breathless and clipped and totally unconvincing. "Busy now."
His hands sweep under me, pulling me up against him again, his whole body burning with an intensity that would probably scare me if it were anyone else. But this is Ian. He's always all or nothing, fire or ice, yes or hell yes. And right now, he is all of it. And so am I.
The room is a blur of clothes and skin and unhinged declarations. Every frantic motion tells me he can't get enough, and neither can I. Every nerve in me ignites. Every tiny cell I own cries out as he grips me closer and meets me breath for desperate breath.
"Mine," he growls, and I hear the bed creaking beneath us protesting the wild ride.
I feel like I’m on fire, spread out and bare beneath him, every sensation blazing and bright. His lips close around my nipples, mouth moving with such sweet skill that it nearly kills me. The rest of the world dissolves, and it's just Ian and his hands and his mouth and his naked body covering mine.
He nudges me onto my back, so smooth and insistent I almost miss the moment it happens, and then he crawls up my body. He's everywhere and relentless, and I'm greedy for more.
His erection presses against me. "Please," I say, writhing beneath him, wild and restless, wanting everything. He teases me with the time he takes. My skin catches fire and I almost forget how to breathe. I'm his, and he’s mine.
He reaches between my legs, sliding his fingers into my slick, hot core, and I'm lightheaded, overwhelmed by how fast and desperate I am. Sweat breaks across my skin as I arch beneath him, a gasp on my lips that might be his name, might be a wordless plea for something more.
I catch the wild look on his face, a moment so real and intense that I burn it into memory, then it slips away as he teases me with his mouth again, pulling my nipple between his teeth and releasing with a force that shakes the breath from my lungs. The heat pools low in my belly, a restless churning of need.