Page 72 of Hold You Close
Ian: I don’t care. I just want you next to me.
* * *
My pulse quickens and I smile.
* * *
Me: You’re being awfully sweet lately.
Ian: No, I’m just acting the way I should’ve with you. I’ll see you soon.
Me: Be safe. See you soon.
* * *
I don’t have
anything sexy to wear in general, and I don’t want to sleep in what I brought. I slide my pants down and rummage for something in his closet. In the back, there’s a shirt that stands out amongst the dress shirts. Being the nosey bitch that I am, I check it out. When I pull the shirt out, I smile and clutch it to my chest. I bought him this shirt when he got the acceptance letter to UNLV. I went out to get him something to show him how proud I was.
It was cheesy, but Ian wore it that day and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek. It was the first time his lips ever touched my skin.
I remove my shirt and bra, slipping the UNLV shirt over my head.
And now I wait, but I’m so tired I might have to stick toothpicks in my eyes to stay awake.
Next thing I know, arms are around me and a leg is between both of mine, and I’m hot. Like, sweltering.
I roll over, finding myself cocooned and sweating. However, he looks so sweet. I touch Ian’s face. I move his stubble between the pads of my fingers, loving the tiny prickly sensations.
It goes from soft and smooth to rough and then back again, just like us.
His eyes open slowly as he smiles. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
“Did I wake you?” His voice is gruff from sleep.
“No.”
“You were passed out. I guess I was tired too.”
My fingers moves down his neck and I rest them there. “What time did you get in?”
“About an hour ago.”
“How was work?”
“Work.” He smiles. “How were the kids?”
I shrug a little. “Kids.”
“I love the shirt. You look good in my clothes.” His eyes glimmer in the moonlight.
“Yeah?” I ask as the desire starts to build.
“You look good out of my clothes too, but that shirt . . .”
I was such a fool to think I could resist him. It’s a miracle I did it for this long. All I want right now is to feel him in every way. My heart begins to beat so hard in my chest I worry it’ll explode, but tonight, I need to be one hundred percent with Ian.
