So he is drunk?
That both scared and relieved her.
He was drunk. He could do anything to her. He was not in his right senses.
The relief was that he did the whole kidnapping thing as a reckless deed. He would let her go once he gets sobber. But she highly doubted that. His men wouldn't have taken orders to pick her up from a drunk Ian.
His arm around her waist tightened while his other hand raked through her hair. She was litterally left with no room to move.
He loved it,the way her body moulded into his like she was made for him. He could already feel his desire raging for her. His heart beats picked a pace.
She could feel his rock hard abs through the thin material of clothing between them while he could feel her soft breasts pressed against him and her heart throbbing madly.
However he wasn't aware that it was fear.
He was indeed taller than her, had to look down to face her while his hand forced her head up. He wanted to look into those beautiful blue eyes, something he carved for the last couple of years.
Imagining the things he wanted to do to her, her sitting over him, engulfing the full length of him with her eyes down and her hands tied back ,his breath came faster and faster and that scared her