First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

What had him really concerned? He hadn’t even recovered yet and he was already hardening again just thinking about it. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He was just getting started.

Ian’s hand slid down her back, his much longer arm easily providing the opportunity to slide past her deliciously rounded backside and stroke her between her thighs. So wet. So hot. Still so incredibly tight. He groaned.

“Warm-up time’s over, baby,” he growled, his voice soft and seductive. She whimpered, but it was a sound of hunger, not of fear.

He was going to have to get a little creative, he decided. If he forced himself into her, he would hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Rolling her gently onto her back, he placed tender kisses along her arms, her breasts, her hips, before kneeling in front of her.

Taking hold of her ankles, he crossed them and placed her feet against his chest, forcing her to bend at the knees so that she was almost in a reclining Indian-style position. It opened her up to him, while allowing him the luxury of gazing upon her and affording her some control.

He tapped the tops of her feet as she watched him intensely. “Push if you’re uncomfortable, alright?” He had every intention of going slow, of making it as pleasurable as possible, but it would not be easy.

Ian slowly slipped against her entrance. He rocked back and forth, tiny little movements that prepared her for him. Sweat beaded on his brow as she gripped him tightly, her hands on his biceps.

It felt so good. Too good. So good it drove thoughts of everything else from his mind. God help him, he was trying to do the right thing here, but the perspiration dripping into his eyes was proof of just how difficult it was.

He moved back to look at her, his heart aching at her sudden, vehement protest. “So pretty,” he crooned, his voice rough. “Are you ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice a low, sensual purr. “I need you, Ian.”

“So much hunger,” he rasped, awed by the way she looked at him when she spoke those simple but devastating words. He aligned his body with hers once again, then gripped her ankles. “Open for me, baby. Take me.”

*

This was it. After years and years of dreaming, she would finally know what it felt like to be taken by Ian Callaghan.

Lexi spread her thighs, placing them on either side of his ribs as he came over her. His chest pressed against hers and she felt every delicious inch of his body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her head in his throat, licking against the pulse point beneath his jaw. He tasted every bit as good as he smelled and looked – slightly salty and all male.

When he finally pushed inside her, she bit down on his shoulder. Even with all the preparation, it was an extremely tight fit. He had to work his way in as she struggled to accommodate him. Sweat beaded his brow, and she could tell that he was trying to hold back, afraid of hurting her.

Even in the throes of passion, her bad boy was a gentleman. She wanted to tell him that it didn’t matter; that she had wanted him so badly for so long that it could never be too fast, too hard, or too much. Not from him.

But she couldn’t. Her breath was stolen completely as he slowly speared her, rendering her incapable of anything but a few mewing little whimpers that managed to escape.

With a final push, he seated himself deeply inside her and stilled, giving her time to adjust. “It’s okay, baby,” he crooned in her ear. “I’ve got you.” He held her like she was precious, like this wasn’t just sex for him, just like she’d dreamed. Except this wasn’t a dream.

The pain quickly subsided, replaced by the incredible fullness of having him inside her. She loosened her grip a little, allowing him to rock gently against her. Pain was replaced by blinding pleasure. Each stroke heated her, burned her, soothed her like nothing else. His kisses were tender, though he never let her forget for one moment that he was in control.

She was more than willing to surrender herself completely.

It was insane. Insane and perfect and better than she had ever imagined it could be. Her only complaint was that it was too good. She wanted to draw it out, make it last forever, but her body had other ideas. Her breathing grew ragged, her heart pounded, her nails dug into his flesh.

She was close, running headlong toward her peak but wanting desperately to take the long, scenic route there. She clenched around him, squeezing, pulling him in deeper, taking her right along with him.

“Protection?” he growled out through clenched teeth.

“Ian,” she cried out in gasping breaths. “I’m on... I can’t...”

She tightened around him so suddenly and with so much force that even she was surprised by it. Her muscles clamped down so tightly that he gasped, his entire body going tense and stiff before she felt the warmth bloom deep within her.

“Ah, baby,” he panted. His extended thrusts became tiny strokes meant only to push into her more deeply. Lexi clung to him, silently coaxing him on, attempting to convey everything she felt without words.

Because there simply were none.