She let her hands fall away from Ian’s neck and pulled her shirt away from her throat.
He pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts. “Let me.”
He worked the shirt over her head, and she extended her arms upward so he could take it off.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he said as he stared down at her. “Perfect.”
“Not big enough according to Tits.”
“Tits is a damn fool. Yours are gorgeous. Full and plump.” He licked one taut point, eliciting a deep spasm from her chest. She moaned softly and arched up, wanting more. Wanting his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.
“Careful,” he warned. “Lie still so you don’t open your stitches.”
She made a frustrated sound through her teeth. How could she remain still when her skin was alive and itchy with want and need?
“I’ll do all the work,” he purred against her ear. “You just enjoy the ride.”
She sighed. Oh hell, she loved that in a man. Before Paulo lost his mind, he was an extremely attentive lover. He spoiled her, and she wanted that again. Without the obsession and insanity, preferably.
Ian—and Braden—had afforded her the first real possibility of any sort of intimacy with a man since she’d run from the reality of what she’d done to Paulo. She craved a stolen moment. Just one. She wanted a strong man’s arms around her, and if that made her weak, she’d just have to deal.
Warm, sensual lips stirred along her skin, lighting a heated path from below her ear to her collarbone and down to the swell of her breast. His dark head bent to capture one nipple, holding it against his tongue with his lips.
She twisted her hands in his hair, urging him closer, hoping she could convey her need with the sharpness of her fingers. His teeth grazed the rigid, puckered flesh. Ahh. God, yes, that was what she needed. Only more. She wanted that edge of pain. She didn’t want soft and sweet.
He nipped again, and she rewarded him with a moan and a gentle caress at his nape. Then he moved to her other breast, plumping the swollen mound with one hand while he sucked at her nipple. Hungry, like he couldn’t get enough.
She stirred restlessly beneath him as need powered through her body.
“Slow down, baby,” Ian whispered against her skin. “I’ll give you what you want.”
His sensual promise sent shivers of absolute delight racing down her spine.
For a long while he played and toyed with her breasts, tweaking the nipples between his long fingers and nibbling with alternating gentleness and sharpness. He was careful around her wound, kissing a circular pattern around the bandage.
He licked at her bruises, his warm tongue abrading the sensitive skin. When he got to her navel, he dug his fingers into the band of her pants and tugged until it curled down her hips.
She sucked in her breath when he pressed his mouth to the tender expanse of flesh just above her mound. Her pussy tightened, wanting, little twinges of excitement stirring and exploding. Her clit swelled, aching. She closed her eyes, imagining his mouth on her, his tongue delving deep to her innermost sanctum.
And then her underwear inched downward under his coaxing fingers. He rose and leaned back on his heels, carefully bent her legs and freed them from the confines of the panties. Then he settled her thighs on either side of his hips and spread them wide.
He stared down at her, his hands wrapped around her ankles, a look of deep satisfaction on his face. Her gaze never left his as she reached down with her hand to part the folds of her pussy. Her fingers caressed the softness and then delved deeper into the wetness.
His eyes flared, and she saw his groin bulge and tighten when she fingered her clit in a slow up-and-down motion.
“Kiss me…there,” she whispered.
Ian lowered himself until his shoulders nudged at her thighs. “Spread yourself for me, Katie.”
Cool air blew over her clit as she complied with his dictate. Then she felt the warmth of his breath. She shivered in anticipation before finally his mouth touched her. Slightly. Just a gentle press. A kiss that didn’t end.
Her other hand snaked down to thread into his short hair. She gripped his scalp, holding him against her as she worked her fingers in unison with his mouth.
His tongue laved through her folds, sparking electric currents. She moved her fingers to give him better access to her erect clit. Her legs trembled uncontrollably as he licked and sucked. She wanted to move, to buck, but he gripped her hips to keep her still while he worshipped her with his tongue.
Her head fell to the side, and she looked at Braden with glazed eyes. He watched her with glittering intensity, his eyes bright and feral. The decadence of having him watch, of him being a passive participant, thrilled her and heightened her arousal. She began to imagine what it would be like to have both men touching her, kissing her, their mouths and hands sweeping over her body as though they owned it.
As she stared at Braden, his hand slid over his hip to the bulge between his legs. He rubbed and massaged while he watched Ian’s head move over her pussy.
Ian quietly lapped between her legs, each stroke so intensely pleasurable that she closed her eyes against the agony of such sweet bliss.
Her knees shook. Her orgasm welled. Each touch of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. And then he moved his arm and slid a finger inside her entrance, touching the tip against the swollen passage.
“Ian, please,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
His head slowly came up, and he locked eyes with her. He shifted forward and kissed her belly. As he continued to move up her body, he pressed gentle kisses over her skin until he reached her neck.
She arched her throat upward, baring the expanse of flesh to his mouth. She wanted him to bite her and bite hard, to mark her.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped as he tugged at her hair to expose her neck further.
He bent and sucked hard, his teeth nipping sharply at the column of her neck. He latched onto her skin and suckled, a steady rhythm that had her nipples and pussy tightening in unison.
His jeans abraded the insides of her thighs, and she impatiently reached down, tugging at the waist, wanting to be rid of the barrier.
He laughed softly against her neck. He kissed just below her ear one more time before pulling away. The bed dipped and swayed as he crawled carefully off her. For a moment, he obscured her view of Braden as he quickly shucked his jeans.
Her gaze was riveted to the white briefs and the bulging outline of his dick, straining against the thin material. And then with one shove, the underwear slid down, revealing the thick, ruddy erection.
Surrounded by dark hair, it jutted upward, the swollen, distended length rippled with a heavy vein on the underside. Moisture beaded at the tip, just one clear drop of fluid clinging to the head.
She licked her lips, and an agonized groan echoed across the room.
“You’re killing me, woman.”
“Take me,” she said in a sultry, entreating voice. “Please, Ian. Don’t make me wait.”
He bent and scooped at his jeans, his hand delving into one of the pockets. He yanked out a condom and tore the wrapper with shaky hands.
She watched with rapt attention as he slowly rolled the latex over his cock. His thick, heavy erection strained at the transparent covering, and she wondered if it would hold.
Excitement scuttled at the back of her throat as he stalked forward, closing the distance between them once more. Placing one hand on the mattress at her side, he got onto the bed and settled between her splayed legs.