First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

“You’re not leaving?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“No.” His gut twisted as she burrowed into him a little more, knowing she was trying to decide whether or not to trust him. Her fingers had a death grip on his shirt.

“Lexi,” he said, his voice low and resonant. He felt her body tense all over again as she held her breath, waiting. “Lexi, touch me, baby, before I die from the want of it.”

Slowly, her fingers uncurled from his shirt, enough to slip beneath the hem. His stomach curled in as he felt her hands on his bare skin. His arm tightened around her as she ran along the ridges of solid muscle there, skimming teasingly along the waistband of his jeans. Her touch was more tentative than it had once been, as if afraid he would run away if she made one false move.

“Ah, baby, I love when you have your hands on me,” he said encouragingly, hoping to feel the bold heat which with she once touched him; her fearless, hungry exploration of his body. With a heart beating so hard and fast he could feel it against his ribs, she moved her palm over his abs, along his ribs, across his pecs, re-learning the feel of him. He forced himself to be patient, to control the urge to flip her onto her back and take her till she was screaming his name again.

*

Lexi closed her eyes and moved her fingers over his heated flesh, tracing the contours of the steel beneath the skin. Just the feel of him against her filled her with a peace she had not known for far too long. His strength and power seeped into her, making her feel alive again. The dark, masculine scent that was pure Ian filled her lungs, sending delicious tingles through her entire body.

Feeling emboldened, Lexi began moving her hands downward, keeping her movements slow, giving him the chance to stop her. He didn’t. His hands moved restlessly over her back and arms; she could feel him flexing his fingers with the effort to hold back.

Lexi stroked him through his jeans, running the length of his shaft from the tip of his waistband all the way down between his legs. He gave a low growl, a purely masculine sound that had juices flowing from her once again in preparation for what she wanted.

“More, Lexi,” he pleaded. “More.”

Her fingers were trembling so badly he reached down with his free hand and helped her, undoing the clasp himself. She was able to pull down the zipper, immediately cupping him through his boxer briefs. He sucked in a breath and cursed. Seconds later he was shucking the remainder of his clothing completely.

Lexi could not turn away from him. Her Ian was magnificent. Incredibly hard and thick, his cock strained toward her. She encircled as much as she could with her hand, stroking it lovingly, feeling him jerk beneath her. Ian was her man. The only man she had ever touched in this way, the only man she ever wanted to. And he always would be, no matter what, at least in her mind. There was only Ian.

Her first. Her only.

Lexi knew exactly what she wanted to do, but memories of consequences incurred the last time she followed her natural urges kept her from doing so. God, she loved him. Wanted to taste him so badly her mouth watered with the thought of it. Still, she was hesitant. What if he pushed her away again? No matter how much she wanted him, she couldn’t risk losing this closeness he was offering her without being sure.

Lexi lifted her head up enough to look into his face. “Can I?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered, his voice strained even as his eyes begged her. “Please, Lexi. It’s okay, I swear it.”

She slid down his body, again slowly, giving him the chance to change his mind. He didn’t. Instead, he lifted his head up enough to watch. Lexi’s lips parted, hovering just above him. She looked questioningly into his eyes once more, praying he wouldn’t refuse her.

“Yes, Lexi. Suck me, baby. I’m begging you. Please. I need you to love me with that sweet, sweet mouth of yours.”

Her eyes half-closed slowly as she gave herself over to the hunger raging for control. Lexi held him in her hand, pressing soft, wet kisses along his shaft until he fought to breathe. Then she began to lick him, base to tip, swirling around his balls, then starting all over again. Ian’s hands fisted in the bedding with her exquisite torture. When she finally took him in her mouth, his hips bucked, but he made no move to stop her.

His body tensed as he grew closer to his peak. Lexi felt it coming, too. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder, stroking faster, squeezing him with gentle, agonizing pressure.

“Baby,” Ian whispered, pulling her on top of him and holding her like a precious treasure. “I need to be inside you,” he whispered. “Straddle me, Lexi. Take me inside you.”

She needed him, too. So badly. Before he changed his mind, she allowed him to guide her onto him slowly, holding her hips to keep her from moving too quickly. The hiss he let out as she came down around him was music to her ears.