Free Up All Night-nook by Lyric James Page B

wasn’t his fault he fell waist deep into money after spending two bucks at a gas station. She’d primly informed him when he flirted with her he wasn’t her type. Him. Not her type. He’d had a mind to shove her against a wall and kiss her delectable little body from head to toe and see if she felt the same way when he got done with her.
    Ian enjoyed life.
    Period.
    Because of his windfall, he didn’t have to work and could take off to a foreign country whenever the mood struck. Or hit the highways on his Ducati to wherever his fancy took him. That didn’t mean there was no meaning to his life, no substance, that he didn’t have purpose. But Stella never took the time to find out. She stood her ground each and every time he saw her and didn’t bat an eyelash when he teased and flirted in an attempt to get her attention. With her hands on her hips, she told him each and every time, and in no uncertain terms, she wasn’t interested.
    But Ian knew she lied.
    At least on one occasion.
    When he’d brushed up against her a few months back at a birthday party, he’d watched as her nipples beaded underneath the crisp white tailored shirt she wore, and her beautiful brown eyes went dark as chocolate.
    Yeah, she wanted him, and this weekend, if he had to, he was going to stay up all night and make her see a little fun in her life wouldn’t turn her into a bad girl. 
     
    * * * * *
     
    Have some fun with me. Stella heard his voice again, low and rich and smooth as liquid caramel sliding over her sensitive skin. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.
    Good grief, what was she thinking? Ian Hollis was an annoying playboy who probably spent his time drinking Tequila and licking salt out of bleached blond bimbos navels and…
    Hell, who was she kidding? She sighed and rested one cheek on her fist, staring into the bonfire they’d made on the beach, wishing it was her belly button he licked alcohol out of. He was sexy and delicious and tempted her as no man ever had.
    “Did you miss me?” His voice came from behind her.
    She jolted up straight and pushed her eyeglasses back on her nose. “Actually, you took too long.” She made a move to stand up. “I really need to get back to the house.”
    Ian grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap, against his lean muscled body. Her stomach began to jitterbug. She twisted, placed her hands against his chest, and almost melted. “Um…I was perfectly fine where I was sitting.”
    A slow smile spread over his face. “But I like you much better right here.”
    Oh that beautiful kissable mouth. Dangerous, that’s what he was. Whenever she looked at him all she thought about was sex, sweat and tangled limbs. He was just too…too… much for her. She preferred someone not so…so…
    When she dated, the guy was staid and secure with a respectable job, mature attitude, and didn’t zip around in hundred thousand dollar cars at a hundred miles per hour.
    Boring , a little voice murmured in the back of her mind.
    Ian Hollis got under her skin and was completely out of her league.
    Dear heaven, who was she kidding? If Ian took her right now on this beach, she’d spread her legs like an eagle. But she couldn’t bring herself to be that type of woman, loose and carefree who jumped in the bed with any man who asked. Not like her mother.
    No, she couldn’t do that.
    Ian looked like a jungle cat ready to pounce. “Are you ready to have some fun?”
    His lips were so close to hers. Wicked thoughts raced through her mind. All she had to do was stick out her tongue and taste him. One taste . She bit her tongue to keep it in her mouth and her breathing increased. By the rise and fall of his oh so masculine chest, so had Ian’s.
    Would it really be so bad if she let go this one time, this one weekend? Her mind filled with the thought of engaging in a purely sexual liaison with Ian.
    He inched his mouth a little closer, so close she could feel his moist breath on her lips, smell the