Bound Hearts 07 - Shameless (16 page)

Lora Leigh

plotting to make him insane. Instead, all he truly felt was a strange sense of joy that she was back in his arms.

“That would be foreplay,” she giggled playfully as his hand caressed the sensitive flesh behind her knee.

“So it would be.” He grunted to cover his laughter.

The dark confines allowed him the freedom to release a small measure of the surprising happiness she seemed to fill him with at the oddest moments. What was it about her? He should have been raging, furious at her for her manipulations, her scheming determination to get her way with him. Instead, he could do nothing but allow the little minx her way and stand back and watch in bemusement as everything inside him reached out for her.

“Hmm. We need to take a very long limo ride one night, Ian.” She leaned back in his arms, her eyes gleaming beneath her lowered lashes. “I could get so naughty in the back of this car.”

“Really?” He lifted a brow.

“Really,” she sighed. “We could get naked and have wild flaming sex as we traveled. The night we rode home from the airport, I wanted nothing more than to kneel before you and take your cock into my mouth. Would you have been surprised?”

Surprised? He would have had a stroke. He still might.

“We could have so much fun.” She leaned forward, nipping his ear as his hand clenched at her thigh, spreading her legs as he felt his breathing escalate. The woman was going to drive him insane.

“There’s no time for these games, Courtney,” he groaned as her tongue stroked along his neck. “We’re nearly to the house…”

“I could come just rubbing against you I bet,” she sighed against his ear. “Just the sound of your voice stroking me. Talk dirty to me, Ian. Make me come for you.”

Her voice was teasing, her body wasn’t.

His fingers skimmed over the crotch of her panties to find them hot, wet. Her juices were plastering the silk to the bare curves of her pussy and tempting him beyond endurance. The hard catch of her breath as his fingers stroked over the material had his jaw clenching as he fought for strength.

She would come so easily for him, he knew. She would unravel in his arms, spill her sweet cream around his cock and scream his name.

“When I get you home, I might not make it to the bedroom, Courtney. You’re in danger of being fucked on the stairs.”

“Mm.” She wiggled in his lap. “However you must do it, Ian. As long you’re inside me. I feel so empty. I need you inside me.”

His eyes closed at the emotion he heard in her voice. He had a feeling she had more in mind than just his cock filling her.

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She snuggled against his chest again, her head resting against his shoulder as her hair fell like a ribbon of silk over his arm to the seat. His hand buried in the mass, something inside him clenching painfully.

Now he knew why he had kept his relationships purely superficial. Why he never allowed himself to get close to the women he took to his bed. Because he knew the dangers inherent in letting himself feel again.

Unfortunately, Courtney was asking for nothing. She never had. From the first moment he had seen her as a young child, she had moved into his reluctant heart with her open smile and generosity. She had been a child. He thought himself safe loving her. Hell, he needed someone to love, and she had asked for now more from him than a smile at that time. He had never imagined the changes that time would bring.

As she lay against him, Ian rested his chin against her head, his hand still stroking the soft flesh of her inner thigh, so near, and yet so far from the heat he craved. His eyes closed as the silence wrapped around them, the intimacy of the moment weaving through his soul.

“I love you, Ian.”

Her voice was soft, the words slipping out as she relaxed against him, sliding into sleep with all the innocence and trust of a child.

His teeth clenched as a shattering sense of hunger overwhelmed him. As though the words had opened something inside him, torn it loose and left him grasping for a tenuous hold on his rapidly slipping control.

I love you, Ian…

The words drifted around him, echoing through his senses and leaving him with a hollow ache he couldn’t make sense of, one he knew he couldn’t live with.

Love. A child’s dream. A young girl’s fantasy. But Ian was a man, no longer a child, and without a drop of innocence left within him. And love, he knew, could hold no part in his life.

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Courtney groaned miserably as she came awake the next afternoon, her eyes fluttering open in the dim light of the room. And it shouldn’t be dim. Her bedroom faced the afternoon sun, the filmy curtains doing little to hold it at bay as it spilled into the room.

Opening her eyes further, she gazed across the expanse of a huge bed, into the cool dim room as an unconscious smile tugged her lips. She was in Ian’s bed. Not that he was there with her, but he had been.

Her hand reached out to smooth over the pillow beside hers, the slight indention in it assuring her had slept beside her.

Had he held her as she slept?

She moaned miserably. What the hell was she thinking the previous night to drink so much? She had known she couldn’t stay awake. Wine was more effective than any sleeping pill where she was concerned. Her foolishness had caused her to miss a night she would have given anything to remember.

The feel of his arms holding her. If he had held her.

She stared pensively around the masculine room. Heavy dark furniture emphasized the dimness of the room and added to its air of protective comfort. Here, Ian had surrounded himself with furniture of comfort. The chest and dresser and wardrobe were definitely antiques and beautifully preserved. The rolltop desk on the far side of the room looked a bit incongruous with the laptop that sat on its polished surface.

And the bed. She stared at the heavy foot posts, rising a good foot from the mattress. It was huge, obviously custom-made and superbly comfortable. She could lie there for hours. Ian’s scent wrapped around her, his blankets warming her, his bed cushioning her. Everything she needed was here, except Ian.

She settled deeper into the warmth of the bed as she stared at the glow of the sun’s warmth behind the heavy drapes. Last night had been informative. Not just in the information she had learned about Ian, but things she had learned about herself. She had believed she would be uncomfortable having to actually acknowledge any female Ian had fucked within a relationship. But where Kimberly Raddington had been concerned, there had been no jealousy.

The woman was warm, friendly, and so obviously in love with her husband that Courtney had quickly gotten over any ill feelings toward her. Yes, Ian had touched her, often. He had been the third in her marriage for many months now. But it had ended the night Courtney had arrived. He hadn’t been back since, and the most encouraging bit of news the other woman had dropped, was that Ian had informed her and her 88

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husband Jared, that they would need to find another third to fulfill the balance they both sought in their sexual relationship.

But Ian still hadn’t made any moves to complete his relationship with her. She bit her lip in indecision as she tried to figure that one out. She knew he wanted to. Knew he ached to do it. She could feel the tension whipping through the air each time another male came around them. She could also feel the tension rising in Ian. When he touched her, he was so obviously restraining himself, tamping down the wild lust she ached for.

She had thought just getting him into her bed would be enough. That the rest would automatically follow. She was finding out it wasn’t.

“Hangover?”

Her head swung around quickly to the bathroom door. Her heart rate picked up, her mouth drying out at the sight of him. He had obviously just completed his shower.

His shoulders gleamed with a slight dampness, as did his silky midnight hair.

“I wasn’t drunk,” she informed him with what little pride she could dredge up as her gaze drifted lower, to the impressive erection straining forward from his body.

“Hmm…” He moved then, walking slowly toward her as she sat up in the bed.

He looked wild. Untamed.

“No headache?” His voice throbbed with lust.

She shook her head slowly, flicking her tongue over her dry lips as her position placed her at the perfect level to greet his hard-on with a moist morning salutation.

“I waited all damned night for you to wake up,” he growled then, his hand reaching out to spear through the tangled mass of hair at the side of her head. “I need you, Courtney.”

He hadn’t said he wanted her. He hadn’t said he was going to fuck her. He said he needed her. Everything inside her clenched in hope, even as her lips opened, a ragged moan passing them as the broad head of his cock entered.

Her tongue swiped against the ultra-soft underside as the hardened flesh jerked against it. His hands clenched in her hair as she braced one hand on the mattress beneath her, the fingers of the other curling around the thick base.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice tight with lust as she took as much of his erection as she dared into the dark confines of her mouth. “You have the sweetest mouth, baby. So soft and hot, like silk and fire.”

Her pussy throbbed at the words as she stared up at him, seeing the narrowed intensity of his gaze, the fiery hunger of his lust.

She tightened her lips around him, suckling at him slowly, easily, moaning at the clean male taste of his dark flesh.

“How pretty.” His voice was a heated caress to her senses. “Seeing your mouth stretched open by my cock, your pretty face all flushed and hungry. You’re pushing me, baby. Pushing me further than you want to.” He jerked against her as her hand stroked along the shaft until she came to that taut sac below. “Fuck yeah. There’s a good girl.”

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She palmed his balls, her lips sucking noisily at his erection as he wrapped his fingers far enough along the thick stalk to keep from choking her as his thrusts began to increase.

Courtney whimpered in painful arousal as she tightened her thighs against the ache in her pussy.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you this morning, Courtney?” he asked her, his voice rough as he drove his cock into her mouth. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth first. Watch your eyes go all dark and round as I spill my come down your throat. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you, baby? Take it and love it.”

God yes. She wanted it. She hungered for him. All of him.

“When I’m finished, I’m going to fuck your ass, Courtney.” He sounded tormented now, tortured. “I’ve tried not to, sweetheart. God knows I have. But I need it.”

She sucked his cock deeper, her rear tingling at the thought, the blood rushing through her system as she began to moan at the anticipation. This was what she needed, what she had longed for. Ian, hungry, intent on satisfying the hungers that raged through them both. Dominant. Fierce.

He chuckled, the sound stark and filled with lust.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you, sweetheart? My cock digging into your ass, stretching you, making you scream from the sensation. Is that what you want?”

Yes!
She screamed the word silently as she took him deeper, to her throat, so hungry now for the taste of him that the need was ravenous, out of control.

“You don’t have to watch another suck me anymore, Courtney. It’s all yours for now, darling.” He was moving faster, his cock hardening as she licked, sucked, the sounds of her pleasure, of his, echoing around her.

He reached down, moving her fingers from where they caressed his balls, and curling them in place about his shaft as he moved his hand to her head. Both hands were now tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he began to fuck her mouth harder, faster.

Courtney could feel the warnings of his release then, the pulse and throb of the head as it glanced the entrance to her throat, the surge of blood through the thick veins against her tongue, the near bruising hardness.

“Harder,” he ordered roughly, his fingers tightening in her hair, tugging at the strands and sending fiery streaks of sensation spearing through her head. “Suck it harder, baby. I’m going to come. Fuck, Courtney…yes, baby…suck it, baby… I’m going to come…”

He tensed, driving the erection into her mouth with several hard, shallow thrusts before he threw his head back and she felt his semen began to erupt from his cock.

Fierce, a touch of salty male perfection and dark lust, the taste of him was addictive as it filled her mouth, the hard pulses of his release dragging fractured moans of pleasure from him as she consumed him.

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She held onto the fierce male flesh as long as he allowed it, her mouth moving easily on him, drawing each drop of his semen from the tip of his cock until he moved back, pulling free from her with a reluctant moan.

His lips quirked. A bittersweet smile as he held her head in place, staring down at her.

“When I let you go, I want you in the center of the bed, on your stomach, your arms and legs spread. Will you do this for me, Courtney?”

She would walk through fire for him.

She nodded slowly.

“I won’t go easy on you.” His voice lowered, throbbed with greedy lust.

“Understand that now, if you do this, I won’t go easy. I’m too hungry…”

“Ian, I won’t break.” She slid her hands slowly up his thighs, her lips moving to the tight, hard planes of his stomach. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

His abdomen clenched as she spoke.

“Just this.” His hands tightened in her hair, his body tightening further.

“Everything I can give you, no matter what.”

Everything
I
can give you. He had emphasized that. Alone. Just him. When she knew they both craved so much more.

“Do as I said.” He moved back from her then, releasing her as he moved away from her. “Center of the bed.”

She did as he ordered, feeling him jerk the sheet and comforter out of the way as she lay on her stomach in the very center as he prepared the bed. The pillows were thrown to the floor, and seconds later the rattle of chains took her breath away.