“Fuck,” he said and jerked his right hand away.
I took his right hand gently in my own. “We need to get you to the doctor.”
He wrapped his left hand around my waist and lifted me off his lap, placing me on my back on the bed. Then he planted himself between my legs and brushed his lips against one nipple, sucking on it. I arched my back, needing him to suck harder. He pulled away, teasing, his teeth gently grazing the peak.
“Please,” I begged.
“You want to go to the doctor?” he asked.
“If you need to.” I panted and pressed myself against him.
“Help me get my shirt off.”
I did. His body was so amazing. I ran my hands over his chest, his abs, his back. God, he was so damn perfect. Every muscle in him was flexed, and his skin was so smooth. And his scent. I already knew I loved his scent, but after a fight, the flesh and sweat smell was all man. I wanted, no, needed him to take me right there.
Next I helped him out of his shorts. I thought I was prepared for the size of his cock, but as it sprang free of his boxers, I let out a little gasp and looked at him, my mouth hanging open. He was perfect. Huge and straight, and the tip glistening with moisture.
“Babe,” he said in a low voice. “Don’t look at me like that unless you want me to come right the fuck now.”
His words were a command. I felt myself get wet, and my nipples, exposed to the air, hardened.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Kenzie, I think you know what I want. I want you.” He took his hard cock in one hand and started stroking it. “Are you ready?”
I was so wet, I needed him inside me. I nodded.
“Show me.” He pulled me up on top of him and I straddled him. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the tip over my wet opening and groaned. “Goddamn, you are perfect.”
He held me by the waist and pulled me down on top of him as he pushed himself inside me, one slow inch at a time. “Tell me if this is too much. I can go slow, I can be whatever you need,” he whispered, his eyes on mine and his cock pushing inside me.
My heart jumped into my throat and I felt filled with so much emotion, I almost couldn’t hold it all in.
“More, Ian. I want everything.”
My heart was wide open, and I was choosing to be in the moment and accept all the love I could feel radiating from his every touch. It was terrifying, yet amazing at the same time.
He pressed forward, his eyes never straying from mine as he filled me. I felt him deep inside me, filling every empty place so completely.
I gasped at the sensations and pushed my hands against his hard abs, lifting and lowering myself over him.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he said on a groan.
I sank all the way down until I felt him in a place I’d never felt anyone, and then clenched around him.
“Easy, baby. You’ll finish me.” He held us there unmoving for a moment, giving me time to acclimate to his size as he got himself under control. “Now, go slow.”
I eased up and back down, slowly at first, but the urgency quickly built. I needed it harder and faster, and it was all so good. I cried out as I let go. Ian gripped my thighs and pumped harder, and I felt him swell inside me.
“Ian…” I moaned, my inner walls trembling. I was getting close and wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, even though I never wanted this to end. Leaning down over him, I lowered my mouth to his. Ian claimed my mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue dancing with mine in a deep, intimate way.
“Come for me, angel. I want to feel you let go.” Ian’s left hand moved to my hip and he pushed his hips up, meeting my pace thrust for thrust until we were moving in tandem as if we’d spent a lifetime doing this together.
I closed my eyes and blocked out all the years of little voices in my head telling me that I was unlovable and not worthy of someone sticking around. I rode him hard and wild, finally feeling free, until I came with a shout, repeating his name over and over again.
When I finally came down from my lust-filled haze, Ian was watching me with a small smile on his face. “Damn, that was sexy.”
I picked up my rhythm again, wanting to make him lose all control like I had just done. It didn’t take long. Using my inner muscles, I squeezed him again, and he sucked in a breath and held it.
“Fuck,” he roared.
Seconds later, his cock jerked inside me and he grunted my name. His release was long and hard, and he held on to me the entire time.
As our breathing calmed down, he pulled me down to lie next to him, and he looked longingly into my eyes, not saying a word.
I met his loving gaze, and knew this was where I belonged. Why had I spent so long trying to stay away from something so right?
The answer hit me suddenly and made me sad. I wasn’t used to people wanting me, and wanting to do things for me.
My vision blurred. I was tearing up, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t ball up my fists. I let the tears spill.
Ian pulled me to his chest and held me. “What’s wrong?” he asked, fear and concern clouding his features.
I shook my head. “I just don’t think I’ve ever been wanted like this before.”
“I don’t just want you, Kenzie. I love you.”
Nodding, I wiped the tears from my face. “I love you,” I whispered back, the words tasting foreign on my tongue, and yet so incredibly perfect.
Epilogue
Ian
Hearing those three words from Kenzie was like winning the championship in multiple weight classes. It felt fucking incredible, and even more so because I had to work for her love. Despite her tough exterior, Kenzie was still just a scared little girl, afraid to get too attached to anyone who might up and leave her. I hated that part of her past, but I vowed that I would make her feel loved every single day going forward.