After he rolled it on, she took him in hand and prepared to guide him into her.
“Not yet, sweetness.” He lay back and put his hands on her hips, lifting and pulling her forward until she was hovering over him.
Oh.
Oh.
He tucked his arms under her thighs and brought her down onto his face.
“Ahhhhh.” She balanced on her knees, gripping the headboard as his tongue probed and swirled.
He pressed her tighter to his mouth, and it felt so good that she let go of her inhibitions and stopped worrying about whether he could breathe. It was easily the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and his enthusiasm only made it better.
Gripping the headboard tighter, she murmured a series of encouraging sounds to let him know how close she was. She cried out his name a moment later, and she was still riding the endless waves of her orgasm when he grabbed her roughly by the hips and moved her down his body, frantic in his need. She sank down onto him, and now she understood why he’d put the condom on first. He looked directly into her eyes, and when she held his gaze they shared a moment that was more intense than anything she’d ever felt with him. It made her want to give him things he hadn’t asked for yet.
Cupping her breasts, he began to stroke her nipples with his thumbs, which shot an electric current directly between her legs. She moved faster, grinding against him as he held her hips tight.
“God, Kate. Yes.”
Their rhythm and his roaming hands felt incredible, and she came for the second time—passionately, breathlessly. Not long after that, so did he. She collapsed onto his chest, her heart beating fast, feeling him pulsing inside her.
“How can it be this good every single time?” She’d wondered if the fireworks she’d experienced when they slept together the first time had been a fluke, but she’d discovered that sex with Ian had only gotten better. They were gasoline and fire, and he made her feel uninhibited in a way Stuart never had.
He smoothed the hair back from her damp temple and kissed her. “Maybe it’s us.”
Us.
“Maybe it is,” she said, trying to catch her breath. Whatever the reason, she never wanted it to stop.
Ian ducked into the bathroom, and when he slipped back into bed, he held her tight, her head on his chest and his arms wrapped around her, their legs entwined. Ian spooned her when they slept, but this was the way he held her after sex. She could feel his heart beating under her cheek, and at that moment she thought she could easily spend the rest of her life in his arms.
“How many cities have you lived in?” she asked.
“Too many to count.”
“A girl in every port, right?”
“There have been women in some ports. But never more than one at a time. And now only you.”
“And when it’s time to go, you move on? From the town and from them?”
“In the past ten years, I’ve asked two of them to come with me. They both declined. My lifestyle is not for everyone.”
Kate remained silent. If he were to ask, would she be willing to follow him wherever it was he wanted her to go?
“It doesn’t mean I love any less fiercely,” he said.
Her heart fluttered at the mention of love. How would it feel to be loved by Ian? To hear him utter those words to her?
“You said you didn’t really have any family to speak of. What happened to them?”
“I don’t have a lot of contact with my mom. She’s not really interested in my whereabouts and doesn’t know much about my adult life. She’s always been somewhat distant. I’m an only child, so I guess she never really took to parenting.”