Okay, that was more for herself than Ian. It wasn’t like someone like him had ever had problems separating orgasms from something more.
“We might be snowed in for days,” he said, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as she traced her way downward, following his narrow happy trail. “And nobody’s on the clock here.”
She hesitated at the waistband of his joggers, her nipples so hard, they hurt. “Ian…”
“God, I love the way you say my name.”
Just the rumble of his words was enough to make her clit quiver with anticipation, but he still didn’t make a single move to touch her. She knew why. He wanted her to make the first move, to have control, to show him just how much she wanted him. The moment was as empowering as it was sexually frustrating.
“Ian, please.” She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his joggers. “I wanna get really hot.”
Cupping the back of her head, he dipped his head lower, his mouth centimeters from hers, hovering there above her so close, she could feel him even without actually touching him. Another opportunity to back out? To run? It didn’t matter, because she wasn’t going anywhere right now. It only took the slightest move to press her lips to his in a kiss, and she let herself fall back into the delicious pleasure of it all.
Chapter Six
Kissing Shelby hadn’t been part of Ian’s plan after their impromptu snowball fight. He was supposed to get dressed, give her space, and wait for the roads to clear so he could be the one to drive away from the cabin hideaway. He’d gotten a look at the tires on her car when he’d walked outside with the shovel. They were as bald as his first juniors coach, who’d gotten cans of car wax every Christmas as a gag gift from the team.
Dammit, Ian had been trying to be a gentleman, to make up for being such an asshole to her before. And yeah, he’d been on a mission to save himself from doing just this because there was no way it was a good idea. But she tasted so sweet, and when she made that soft moan and parted her lips, he was fucking gone. Hands skimming the slightly round curve of her ass, he cupped it and pulled her tight against him, taking her down to the rug in front of the fireplace, settling her so she straddled his lap. The teasing heat of her through the thin, stretchy material of her yoga pants pressing against his hard cock under his joggers wasn’t nearly enough. He needed more. He needed all of her.
She broke the kiss, her lips swollen and her eyes hazy as she tugged up her shirt, yanking it off and letting it fall to the floor. He let out a harsh hiss of breath. She was bare underneath, the tips of her firm tits hardened to pink points.
Skimming her fingertips across his chest so lightly it almost felt like a dream, she wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. His cock twitched in anticipation of what she was going to do next. Hell, just watching that mouth of hers might kill him.
Then she undulated her hips, rolling them so her core rubbed against his length and electricity shot straight to his dick. He grabbed her by the hips, holding her to him as she rocked, the friction almost enough but not even close at the same time. Her fingers bit into his shoulders as she leaned down, kissing him, demanding everything, and he was more than willing to give it. Taking his opportunity, he grabbed her hips and flipped her so she was under him.
All he could feel was the softness of Shelby’s lips on his, the sweet curve of her waist where it flared out to meet his and—even with the barrier of his joggers and her yoga pants between them—the slick heat of her pressed against his dick. How their clothing didn’t go up in flames the moment he sank between her thighs and ground against her, he had no clue. Especially not when she moaned into his mouth, her teeth grazing his bottom lip. Oh, somebody liked that. He did it again, this time changing the angle just enough that if he was lucky, he’d stroke the head of his cock against her clit. She arched against him, letting her head fall back into the pillow, and let out a lusty groan that made his balls tingle. Oh yeah, that was the kind of sound he loved hearing from her.
“I could probably come just from hearing you moan like that,” he said, kissing his way down the column of her throat to the sensitive spot at the base.
She rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him. “I need a little more than that.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll be getting it.”
He cupped her breast and dragged his thumb across the stiff peak. Shelby groaned, and he repeated the move again and again until her skin was flush with desire. Then he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, drawing on it. Her hands were in his hair, digging into his scalp at the back of his head and holding him in place as he teased and tugged on her sensitive flesh.
“Ian, please,” she pleaded.
“Do you want more or less?” he asked, praying that it wasn’t less, because he already knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her tonight.
“All of it,” she said, her heady voice strained with desire. “Right now.”
“Not yet. I want to get my fill of you, tasting every inch of your skin, sinking my tongue between your thighs, and making your come all over my lips before I even sink my dick inside your tight pussy.” All of that. That’s
