Free I'm Yours by Erin Randall Page B

hard so he pulled back
from her as if he’d been slapped. He almost felt like he had until
he saw the mischief in her eyes.
    “I’m not opposed to teasing Kara, but now’s
not the time. I need to be inside of you grá.”
    “Yes,” she moaned as she began to move her
hips and rub herself up and down his cock.
    Ian pressed himself against her, matching her
rhythm. He held both her wrists in one of his hands so his other
hand was free to pull up her shirt. The low light of the TV wasn’t
enough. He wanted to see every inch of her. He wanted all the
lights on, but he didn’t want to chance her changing her mind. If
this was a one-time lapse in judgment on her part, he wanted to be
able to memorize the sight of her body but he’d have to settle for
memorizing the feel of her.
    Kara could feel his erection pulsing against
her as he rubbed along her clit and it felt so good, but it wasn’t
enough. She felt empty and she needed him inside her. She would
have slipped out of her panties, but Ian had her pinned down. He
kept pressing his hips into her in a slow tantalizing rhythm. He’d
pushed her T-shirt up to bare her breasts to the cool air of the
cabin, but then he pressed his chest against her, skin to skin.
With each flex of his hips, his chest hair abraded her nipples and
she was writhing underneath him. She couldn’t think of anything
that had ever felt as good as Ian pressed against her. She was
panting as he kissed along her jaw.
    When his lips reached hers, his tongue moved
into her mouth matching the beat of his hips against her. Though he
kept both her wrists in one hand, his other hand explored her body.
Everywhere he touched began to burn with need. Only with Ian did
her entire body become one big erogenous zone. She wanted his touch
everywhere.
    “Ian,” she moaned.
    “Not Liam,” he teased as his hand slid down
between them, under the waist of her panties.
    “You said…oh God! No teasing. I thought you
wanted to be inside me.”
    “Kara, I want that more than anything, but I
don’t have any condoms.”
    “What? Why?”
    “I told you, I don’t have one night stands. I
don’t pack around a rubber in my wallet.”
    “Why didn’t you say something when we were in
the store?”
    “I never thought you’d let me inside you when
we were at the store.”
    Her response was a moan as he continued to
run his fingertips over the sensitive, engorged skin of her labia.
He couldn’t get enough of her. When his fingers slid down further,
he groaned. She was so wet for him and it was killing him not to
sink into her warm body and lose himself.
    “There are other ways a grá.”
    With that, he let go of her wrists and
whipped her shirt off. Then before she could complain, he pulled
away from her to slide her panties down her legs and off. Her legs
fell apart as she must have expected him to drop back between them.
When he didn’t she looked up at him. He stood watching her as he
pulled off his sweats. She was beautiful. She looked more tempting
than his most detailed fantasy of her. Her eyes were heavy with
want as she looked up and down his naked body. Her gaze aroused him
so sharply it was almost as if she’d touched him. He knew it would
be easy to find a way to satisfy her even without pressing into
her. For him, well even though his body cried out for her if all he
got out of this was her satisfaction, the memory would no doubt be
better than any fantasy he’d been able to conjure.
    They were both naked and she had no idea what
he was going to do without a condom. All she knew was she wished
she had one because if they fell back into routine tomorrow she
might never get a chance to feel him inside her. Finally, Ian put
his knee on the bed. She closed her eyes knowing he was coming back
to her. She expected him to cover her and rub against her again
until she felt his lips kiss her inner thigh.
    She could only be grateful she took a bath as
she surged up to watch him breathe in her scent. She