First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

Lexi shifted slightly, snuggling into him as she slept. Never would he have believed that such a small gesture could bring him so much happiness. Two nights spent in her bed was enough to know he did not want to go back to sleeping alone. Before Lexi, he’d never had the desire to stay with anyone. And even if he had, he would not have fallen into such a contented, dreamless sleep.

As wonderful as it was, it confused the hell out of him. Sex, he understood. But this? It made no sense whatsoever. He craved Lexi like he had never craved anyone before; it wasn’t just the sex, though that was admittedly fantastic. Just the feel of her against him was a balm to his soul. Her smile lit him up from the inside. The soft lilt of her voice calmed him. And when she looked at him with so much love in her eyes, he felt like Superman.

Ian buried his face in her hair and inhaled, for no other reason than because he could. She answered his soft moan with one of her own. Even in sleep, her response was immediate.

“Lexi,” he breathed, half in awe, half in a hunger he failed to comprehend. It seemed no matter how many times he made love to her it only made him more desperate to have her again. With every moment he spent with her, that feeling grew stronger.

Eyes still closed, but no longer asleep, Lexi moved on top of him, feeling her way. Once again, Ian marveled at the perfect fit of her soft, lush curves to his. The new position allowed his hands followed the natural slope from her breasts in to her small waist, flaring back out again to fill his palms with her delectable behind. He liked it. A lot.

Without a word, she lifted up just enough to position herself properly, then began an achingly slow descent to take him into her. She was incredibly wet, still slick from their night of passion. There was deep, and then there was this.

She opened her eyes then, the burning amber filled with enough raw desire to make his heart stutter, and began to move against him. She went slowly at first, acclimating herself to the new position, the different way they fit together. He hoped it was as pleasurable for her as it was for him.

*

Ian spoke to her without words: low growls of encouragement; deep, dark moans of pleasure that accelerated her burning need. His hands held her, guided her to new and exciting sensations until she could no longer hold onto her control. Her eyes closed, her head fell back, and Lexi totally gave herself over to her needs.

God, she loved this. The power she had! To be the one in control was amazing. She could set the pace, slowing down to feel each part of him sliding inside her, speeding up to set flames to her inner nerve endings. She could angle her hips, adjust the depth, explore every possible way he could reach her.

She found that if she rolled her hips and curled against him with each stroke it felt like heaven. When she extended the curl into a full body undulation, her sensitive nipples scraped against his hard chest, firing even more sensations into her core.

And he loved it. He surrendered himself to her, letting her use him, begging her to, whispering such naughty things that she had to fight to make it last.

But she couldn’t hold out forever, and Ian must have instinctively known she was nearing her limits. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to him, thrusting upward. She cried out, fighting all the way, until one hand landed heavy on her backside, the sting shooting right up into her core. Ian’s fingers smoothed the sting away, the soft caress tender and possessive.

It was at once the most terrifying and most exciting thing she’d ever felt.

“Oh God, Ian,” she cried. “I’m not going to survive this.”

“Yes, you will, baby,” he crooned. “You will, and you will love every second of it.”

“Ian!” she screamed as the first wave began to crest. Ian held her tightly as he continued to pound from below, his hands clutching her hips, angling her to maximize her pleasure.

“Ah, baby, I can’t... hold... on...” His upward thrusts became harder, more urgent. Lexi tumbled over the edge, taking him with her.

*

Lexi collapsed on his chest, fighting for breath amidst soft little keening sounds that had him wrapping his arms around her protectively. Lexi was his. And he would never let her go.

He had pushed her, he knew, but if he believed for one second she really didn’t want what he offered, he would have stopped. He could happily spend the rest of his life pleasing her in ways that didn’t make her uncomfortable.

When her breathing returned to normal, Ian reluctantly left the haven of her body, smiling when she pouted. She was soft and limp in his arms, offering no resistance whatsoever. With great care, he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. Her arms snaked around his neck as she simply let him take her wherever he would, do whatever he wanted.