Up All Night-nook (3 page)

Give in. You know you want him.

* * * * *

Come on, beautiful. Give in.
Ian pictured the two of them sliding against the hot sand, running his tongue over her skin to see if he could elicit that little gasp he’d heard earlier.

He worked hard to maintain his self control because, heaven help him, he caught the smell of her wet pussy on the wind. He only had to crook his foot around her ankle and tumble her backward onto the sand and bury his face between her thighs. He leaned in close and coasted his lips over her chin. “I want you, Stella,” he murmured.

Her pupils went dark as pitch, and she gazed at him as though he were a mixture of angel and devil and guaranteed a trip to the fiery gates of hell. Shaking her head slowly, she said, “I couldn’t…” But she tugged at her lower lip with those perfect white teeth.

“When was the last time?” he asked.

When her back went ramrod straight and she crossed her arms, he knew he’d hit a nerve.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” she hissed.

For a second, he could swear there were tears in her eyes.
Damn
. He hadn’t meant to upset her. He unfolded her arms, took a hand, and brought her fingers to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the palm, sliding the tip of one digit between his lips. Teasing Stella had become a habit for him, a need really, but as he watched her pupils grow huge and her lips part on a sigh, his body reacted with a speed that made him suck in air.

He was rock hard and wanted nothing more than to be inside her. And at that exact moment, Stella’s fingertip brushed his bottom lip, and she looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he croaked.

She drew a deep breath and nodded.

Any other man would have probably taken her right there on the beach, letting the sea salt air mingle with the scent of sex, but Ian knew better than that. His first time with Stella needed a big bed, cool sheets and a closed door because he had no plans to stop until the sun came up tomorrow, and maybe not even then. Though it would probably be romantic as hell in the future sometime, today she deserved more than a gritty sand beach. He turned with her hand in his and led her back to the beach house almost at a dead run.

Not saying a word, he led her upstairs to her room at the far end of the hall. After he closed and locked the door, he turned around. She stood by the bed, her arms rigid at her sides. Two steps and he was in front of her. He saw intense heat shimmer in the depths of her eyes before he lowered his mouth to hers.

* * * * *

Stella shivered a little when he tilted his head. She opened her mouth to speak but she never got the chance. Once his lips touched hers, she forgot everything and found herself being thoroughly kissed. The moment she felt his tongue invade her mouth, she lost every inhibition she’d buried deep inside her.

Ian introduced her to a range of sensations she never knew existed. It started in her toes and turned her knees into jelly. An erotic tingle began in the middle of her thighs, snaking up her pelvis to her breasts, squeezing her nipples into hard points.

Turbulent emotions, so unfamiliar to her, erupted across every inch of her skin. His lips were sure and potent, his mouth a feast of sugar and spice. An unexpected sizzle had her gripping his shirt, holding on for dear life.

The kiss was deadly. Blood rushed everywhere at once, fast and furious, with each swish of his tongue. He lapped at her lips, leaving her entire body shuddering from the inside out.

He tightened his arms around her waist, almost stealing her breath, and when he shifted, she found her back flat against the soft mattress, scorched by the heat of him, the thick hardness behind the zipper of his linen shorts pulsing between her spread legs. When she arched her hips, he moaned deep in his throat.

Ian released her mouth, and she protested until he brushed kisses across her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks, and temples. His hands eased from her waist to smooth up her stomach before cupping her breasts.

“Stella, you’ve been driving me crazy for years,” he muttered and moved back to her lips, allowing her to feel each glorious inch of muscle and man.

Stella gripped the front of his shirt and yanked. She heard the buttons scatter. Some hit the headboard, others the bed and the carpeted floor. Ian swore softly and pulled her up, ridding her of her blouse with a subtle and practiced ease.

He sucked a quick gulp of air into his lungs. “You’re exquisite,” he said, dragging his finger over the lace of her bra. “I knew you would be.”

It pleased her. The only thing Stella ever splurged on was her underwear, loving the feel of silk against her skin. She might be prim and proper on the outside, but she knew how to sex it up on the inside, even if no one ever saw it.

Until now.

Until Ian.

He moved off the bed to remove the rest of his clothes, and she drank in every magnificent inch of him. His light honey brown skin, the thatch of thin silky hair on his stomach that led into his pants.

Stella’s pulse thudded.  She’d had fantasies about nights like this. None of them had included the likes of Ian Hollis though. Being kissed by him, having him make love to her, made her wish for things she had no business yearning for.

Staring at his naked chest reaffirmed what she thought. He wasn’t a big guy, but he was fit, muscular, and oh yeah, he most definitely had a six-pack. When his hand went to the zipper of his linen shorts, a heated sensation began to travel along her nerve endings.

Did she dare? Was she that brave?

Tonight, she would be.

She scooted to the edge of the bed. “May I?” 

He froze, looked down at himself, then back at her and raised his hand, palms out.

Stella reached up, took the waistband of his pants and saw the sharp intake of breath in his belly when her knuckles grazed his stomach. Inwardly, she smiled. She undid the button, eased the zipper down, and almost flinched back when his penis jumped.

“He wants you,” Ian said when she looked up, a cocky grin on his face.

She smiled, pleased with his confession. “Well, he can have me,” she said daringly.

Instead of torturing herself and doing each piece one at a time, Stella went for the gusto and pulled his shorts and underwear down at the same time.

She stared at his feet, which were large and masculine. He had excellent calves and muscular thighs. All her senses felt hot-wired, and her heart pounded like crazy in her chest when she stared at his most important part.

Big.
Ooooh boy big
. She licked her lips. “Oh m-my,” she stammered.

Her breasts felt achy as she looked at it. It seemed to swell larger the longer she watched. She caught her lip between her teeth. Standing in front of her, impossibly sexy and mouth-watering, was a man who definitely made women drool. Hell, she
was
drooling. The man had a voice and a body that made her forget about being a good girl and enjoy the
hell
out of being bad.

No clue what she was supposed to do next, Stella continued to stare. This was a new experience for her, but she planned to enjoy every last freaking bit of it because it would probably be her last.

“Touch me, Stella.”

Her gaze flew up to meet his. “T-t-touch you?”

Ian nodded his head, took her hand, and wrapped it around his erection. He guided her palm from the base to the tip and back down again.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Keep doing that.”

Stella was mesmerized. She wasn’t a virgin, but the two times in her life she’d had sex, once in high school, the other in college, were nothing like this. Neither of the guys had asked her to touch. All they’d wanted was inside her and even that hadn’t been pleasant. But Ian was different. He was experienced and knew what he wanted, and if this was the last and only chance she got, she was going to learn how to pleasure a real man.

He was hard and soft at the same time, and the contradiction fascinated her. The veined ridges pulsed in her hand, the skin smooth beneath her fingers, but the hard long strength of him sent an electric current straight to her pussy.

* * * * *

Ian halted her touch, the pleasure of her fingers almost unbearable. He didn’t want to embarrass himself and cream all over her arm. “I need you naked,” he told her and slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders. Then he reached around her back to unclasp it, and her breasts spilled out, perfect twin mounds with long dark nipples he couldn’t wait to tug into his mouth. His hand trembled as he touched and fondled her nipples between his eager fingers. Her breath came out in a husky moan, and her eyes darkened to a rich milk chocolate.

Pulling her up, he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and disbursed with the fabric in one swift move. She stood in front of him in lacy black panties that barely covered her mound. He took the thin straps and skimmed them down, over her legs.

“Damn,” he said as she stepped out of them. “Lie back on the bed.”

After she did as he asked, he began at her feet, inched up her legs, past her knees to her smooth thighs and delighted in the little hitched breaths she made the closer he got to her pussy. Blood rushed to his head as he enjoyed the sight of her, her gorgeous body lying against the soft downy comforter. The delicious scent of her did something to his senses. 

He grazed his thumb over her soft folds and was delighted when she lifted her hips and gasped. Moving up further, he admired her breasts, soft and round, the nipples making his mouth water. Bending his head, he captured a tip between his lips and began to suck.

“More Ian. More,” she whispered.

Moving to the other breast, he licked around it, enjoying her taste and marveling at the sounds she made. Back and forth, he took each pebble into his mouth, pushing them together to enjoy at the same time. Her jutting hips collided with his legs, and he knew what she wanted, what her body craved. Easing his hand between her legs, he slid a finger into her creamy slit and watched as her pupils dilated with pleasure.

“Oh yes. Yes,” she moaned and arched her back.

 He flicked a finger softly across her clit, felt her jerk, while he continued to lick her breasts.

“God, yes,” she moaned again, lifting her hips

Ian dipped a single digit inside and moved it in and out. Stella pumped against his exploring fingers, bucked against his hand, taking harsh and uneven breaths.

“Do you like that?” he whispered against her cheek.

She nodded her head. “Yes. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He chuckled softly and glanced up briefly toward the open windows, at the star sprinkled sky. “What if I had something better?”

“Better?” she asked, panting.

“Hmmmm,” he murmured, delighted at her response, and moved his mouth lower. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he lifted her hips and placed her legs over his shoulders.

* * * * *

Pleasure cascaded over Stella in waves. The seductive slide of Ian’s tongue was the single most pleasurable thing she’d ever felt in her life. He drove her to madness with the caress of his fingers, the gentle nip of his lips. It pushed her over the edge into erotic bliss. Her body seemed to come apart in pieces, each limb fragmented into its own sensual slice. Each pleasured, yet tormented by a tongue that stroked, licked and thrust her into a mindless stupor of ecstasy.

She gripped the feather-soft bedspread between her fingers as he nudged her legs wider and his mouth burrowed deeper between her thighs.

Would it ever end? Did she want it to? She whimpered with pleasure, not sure she ever wanted it to stop. She released a deep, shuddering moan as little shivers sped up and down her spine and her nipples reacted to each tease of his lips, each caress of his mouth. Somehow every deliberate sensation was connected by a corded knot of desire, and all Stella could think about was pulling him closer, deeper inside her. She wanted him to climb up her body and fill her with his blessed heat.

“Oh, Ian…
Ian
.”

When the orgasm hit, she squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. She bowed her back, gripping the comforter in her fingers, unable to believe it was actually happening. Pleasure swirled inside her, rising upward like a tornado, twisting and turning, sucking all the air out of her lungs. Never in her life had she felt something so wondrous, so exquisite. She never imagined sex would be like this for her.

 Or did she?

Was this what she was afraid of? The type of ecstasy that numbed the mind and soul and made you crave more and more. When it subsided, she lay back, panting, as Ian crawled up her body and smiled then kissed her lips. She felt the pressure of him between her legs and struggled for breath as he entered her. She caught his gaze, hot and smoldering as he grit his teeth and plunged deep.

Another orgasm ripped through her, deep and sensual, a blaze of heat so fierce it brought tears to her eyes. He eased in and out, slowly, capturing her hands in his as he rocked her to his rhythm.

Outside it was completely dark. Through the two large open picture windows, stars lit the night sky casting shadows across his broad chest, speckled his sea green eyes. Stella stared at him, her mouth partially open in a silent
oh
. Slowly and provocatively, he moved with a measured, insistent rhythm. She arched upward to take all of him. Air whispered shallowly through her lungs as he thrust deeper and deeper, over and over until she was writhing, aching from another glorious release.

Ian’s eyes clouded, and his movements sped as he thrust into her once, twice, and then a third time until he stiffened and trembled, arching and calling out her name.

“
Stella
.”

He collapsed on top of her, shifted his body slightly so he wasn’t smothering her, and rubbed his hand up and down her back, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps.

Unwilling to break the sensuous spell between them, Stella didn’t say anything. As he stroked her, currents of electricity raced up her spine and made her shiver.