Page 35 of Cruising for Christmas
She tipped her head back to look up at him. “Me too.”
He dropped his head down to hers and captured her mouth with his. Their lips moved softly against each other at first before he deepened the pressure. He needed her tonight.
She turned in his embrace so she was facing him. He bent down and grasped her beneath the thighs and easily picked her up.
“Ian, no.”
He pulled back, her still in his arms, where she attempted to struggle free. He set her back down on her feet. “What?”
“You’ll hurt your back?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
She looked around the balcony, avoiding his gaze, and gestured at herself. “I’m just kind of heavy.”
A laugh burst out of him before he could stop it. She looked at him, startled. Ian took Norah’s face in his hands. “Norah, I’m in love with your body. If you think you’re heavy, fine, but I disagree. I love your curves. I love that I can grasp your ass in my hands and still have a little extra to go around. It’s amazing and so fucking sexy.” He dipped his head so they were mere inches from each other. “And you will never be too heavy for me to carry.”
Without waiting for a response, he grasped her thighs again and hauled her up into his arms. She squealed as he carried her to the bed before setting her down gently and crawling over her.
“Never insult your body to me again, or I’ll have to punish you,” he whispered.
Her nostrils flared, and her pupils dilated.
She likes dirty talk. Noted.
He pressed his lips to hers before skimming a hand up her leg and under her dress. She shivered when he neared her panties. He pulled back and stared into her eyes when his fingers skimmed over the damp fabric between her legs. Her breath quickened, and he grinned.
“I’m going to touch you now, Norah.”
She nodded in response, so he halted his hand.
“I need you to respond.”
Her pupils dilated again, and his cock stiffened.
“Yes, daddy,” she said and then she palmed his cock through his pants.
A groan tore from his mouth before he could stop it. He quickly moved aside her panties and ran his fingers through her slick flesh.
“Damn, baby girl. You’re soaked.”
She only moaned in response as she continued to palm him.
He dipped his fingers inside her and worked her over, with his thumb rolling over her clit at the same time. When her hips rolled, he knew he almost had her. His vision darkened around the edges, and he grabbed her wrist with his free hand to stop her from stroking him.
“I don’t want to come yet, beautiful. But I need you to come for me.”
Her body clenched around his fingers and her hips rolled, a cry tearing from her lips as her body soaked his fingers. Without waiting for her to come down from her high, he pulled her panties off her hips and tossed them aside. Then he hiked her dress up to her waist and pulled the flimsy straps off her shoulders to expose her chest. Her dress bunched around her middle, but he was too impatient to get it off her. He needed her now.
Ian unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, staring at the pebbled nipples in front of him. He dropped his head and eagerly took one into his mouth, gripping her full breasts in his hands.
She gasped and fisted her hands in his hair, writhing beneath him.
“Ian, please.”
“Please, what?”
“I need to feel you.”
