First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

Ian was addictive. She had known it then, but not as well as she knew it now. Every slight caress, every lick, every nip was skillfully applied, inflaming her further. She gripped at his hard body, loving the feel of his corded muscles beneath his skin. She drew his clean, male scent into her lungs with deep breaths, imprinting it there forever. She tasted his lips, salty and sweet and softer than she would have believed.

One long finger penetrated her and her entire body shuddered in response. He swore softly; it was music to her ears. Hopefully, it meant he was every bit as affected as she was. Forget slow and easy. She needed him now. He could try for slow and gentle later, maybe, but not now. Hoping to convey that message, she ground herself against his hand as she curled her fingernails into his upper arms.

His finger began moving rhythmically as his thumb rubbed teasingly over her most sensitive spot. It felt so good, the way he worked her, but then she knew it would. This might be their first time together, but Ian knew his way around a woman’s body. He knew exactly where to press and exactly how hard, when to curl and when to flick.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he said breathlessly, running his finger around her entrance, stretching and testing. “You’re going to make me work for this, aren’t you?”

Her reply was a soft moan. As far as she was concerned, she was ready. She had never been more ready to take a man in her life. If he didn’t get to it soon, the anticipation might just kill her.

His mouth trailed a line of teasing nips from her breasts, down along her ribs, onto her abdomen. Each one made her catch her breath, her stomach drawing in convulsively. She couldn’t help it; her body was responding without any explicit command on her part. It seemed to encourage him further, as if eliciting such reactions pleased him.

Well, if he liked the way she reacted to his licks and caresses, he was probably really going to like what would she do when he finally got around to what she really needed – that is, eliminating that awful, hollow ache between her thighs.

His tongue dipped into her navel, his teeth scraped her hips. She undulated beneath him, straining for more of his touch.

When his lips finally began their downward path, she was nearly frantic with need. Her hands clenched at his head, pulled at his hair as her nails raked against his scalp. It was such sweet agony, to be the focus of his attention this way. The fire he’d started deep in her core was raging, threatening to burn everything in its path to ash.

“Ian, please,” she whispered in desperation.

“Soon, baby,” he crooned as his fingers continued to work their magic, kissing his way southward.

Lexi couldn’t breathe. Ian was kissing the soft, aching flesh between her thighs and it was at once the best and worst thing she had ever felt. With a tongue so skilled it should be considered a lethal weapon, he flicked against her, alternating between maddening, arch-inducing vibrator-speed flutters and long, languorous licks.

Half-lidded and heavy, his blue eyes turned as dark as a midnight sky; he groaned as if she was the most delectable treat. When he began to rub himself against her leg and she felt how aroused he was, she knew she was in big, big trouble. Soon, if she had her way, that would be inside her, and she wasn’t sure she would survive it.

She only knew she would die without it.

He managed to slip another finger inside her, simultaneously cursing and praising her tightness. Expertly he stretched and massaged her, turning the sting of each penetration into a fiery kiss of passion. She clenched around him as the pressure built, making him swear.

“Ah, baby, you’re killing me,” he murmured against her, his breath sending spasms across her lower half. “I can’t – I can’t wait much longer...”

Then he began talking, more to himself than her. Through her haze she could barely hear him, his voice sending little vibrations along her sensitive parts, her brain only deciphering his words long seconds after he actually spoke them.

“Have to have you... soon... have to make you ready for me... so tight... I think... yes, now...”

Ian’s fingers penetrated deep, curving and pressing into a spot within her that made colored stars burst behind her eyelids. At the same time, he sucked her into his mouth and tongued her mercilessly. Within seconds she was exploding, breaking into a thousand pieces, with only Ian’s strong hands to hold her down, to keep her from scattering across time and space. She could hear him cursing as she seized uncontrollably, her body curling in on itself through the power of her orgasm.





Chapter Five




Ian ripped his clothes off in record time. He’d never seen a women come so powerfully. She had clamped down on his fingers like a vice, her thighs squeezing around his head and shoulders like her life depended on it. If he hadn’t been holding her down she would have lifted clear off the bed. The mere thought of what it would feel like to be inside of her when that happened had moisture already beading along the top of his shaft, his groin tight and full.