Voluptuous Vindication (13 page)

Pushing the skirt up even further, he stared at the gash on the outside of her thigh. His body tensed with anger. Sara had been so close to death, and he hadn't even known. His voice was hoarse when he said, “I'm sorry I wasn't there when this happened. I hate to see that beautiful skin marred. It's not deep, but it needs to be cleaned. I'm going to do that now.”

“It's not your fault, Ian,” Sara replied, her hand stretching out to gently touch his hair. She stared down at him with an expression that closely resembled awe. He wondered if he wore a similar one. “It could have been a lot worse.”

Ian carefully cleaned her leg, but his thoughts were anything but nurturing. So close to her mound, the scent of her desire was driving him crazy. It tantalized him, his body responding to her female arousal. The attraction between them was powerful, the pull impossible for him to ignore.

He laid the washcloth on the table. Lazily, his eyes slid back to her face as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I want you, Sara, so badly that I can't think of anything else. Unless you stop me now, I mean to have you.”

Her eyes glazed over with lust as she watched each button slowly coming undone. Inhaling deeply, she set her fate when she whispered,  “Don't you dare stop.”

Grabbing the elastic waistband of her skirt, he pulled it over her wide hips before tossing it on the cheap wooden table next to the bed. His hoodie and her shirt quickly followed, leaving her in nothing but a white bra and panties.

Ian stared his fill, his eyes taking in the plump lines of her body as he came to a startling revelation. He desired her more than he'd ever desired any woman. He'd had the most beautiful women in the world, but none of them compared to the womanly flesh spread out in front of him.

Tossing his shirt to the side, he undid his pants. “Angel, I'm going to enjoy this more than you'll ever know.”

Sara shivered as if his words pleased her greatly. Climbing into the bed, he took her lips again, mindful of the injuries on her face.

Chapter 9

Sara was lost in the sensation of Ian's sensuous kisses, her body on fire. The man should come with a warning label. He was lethally sexy, his mouth addictive. And that was before he'd climbed into bed with her.

Her nipples were hardened points of pure sensitivity, and she hissed when their chests made contact. Sara slid her arms around his neck, pulling his head closer. Breathing was optional, she just had to have
more
.

Ian groaned, his strong fingers spreading her thighs. Stopping for a moment, he stared down at her slit with glowing eyes before growling, “If you only knew how long I've waited for this.”

He slid his muscular form in between her shaky knees, the hardness of his shaft pressing against her panties-covered slit. The feel of his pants against the nakedness of her legs made her tremble. Her body was building up to something, a mystery that only Ian could solve.

“You make it hard to take things slow, Sara,” Ian added, his voice thick with arousal. “Especially when I want it so badly already.”

His hands slid underneath her back, quickly unclasping her bra. Pulling it off, he sucked in a deep breath of air. “Beautiful,” he groaned, cupping them in his large hands. He stared at each one with heated eyes, as if he couldn't decide which one to sample first.

Lowering his head, he took her right nipple between his lips. “Oh, God,” Sara groaned out, too aroused to feel shy. Freeing a hand, he slid it down her stomach to the crease between her legs. “I can't take this,” Sara groaned as he caressed her through her panties.

Ian chuckled, but it sounded strained. “Angel, not only will you take it, you're going to love it. By the time I'm done with this beautiful body, you'll crave me, just like I crave you.”

He undid his pants, pushing them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, heavy and thick as it hung low. It was surrounded with dark blond hair, his balls large beneath it. “I'm going to take your panties off now. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours while I touch it.”

Her nipples were wet from his mouth, the cold air making them hard as stones. Ian's fingers brushed against her stomach as he pulled her panties off. Every touch was driving her crazy, making her want him even more.

Dropping her panties, he spread her legs wide as he stared at her naked slit. “It's as hot as I thought it would be,” he rasped, his hand sliding around his dick. “Plump lips, and such a tight, tiny hole. You're so wet, I can see it oozing out of you. It's going to be incredible when I work my cock in.”

Teasing her between her lips with the head of his shaft, Ian demanded, “Tell me you want me, Angel. Tell me where you need this big shaft, and I'll give it to you.”

Her blood on fire, Sara would have willingly told him anything he wanted to hear. “Inside, I want you inside of me.” As if her body wanted to emphasize her need, she felt another gush of fluid between her legs.

“Play with those hot nipples,” Ian said, as his finger moved to her clit. In circular motions, he worked her swollen flesh. “I want to watch you as I take you.”

Her hands slid up to her chest, her fingers tentatively touching each one. Ian leaned over to kiss her, easing the tip of his cock in. With gentle thrusts, he forced her body to accommodate his extra-large girth.

Sara's head fell back as her body arched, wanting more of the thick, hard length he was feeding into her. “More, Ian,” she rasped out, the arousal within her eliminating the last bit of self-control she had. “Take me.”

Ian groaned. “This was worth every moment of the wait, feeling these thick lips clasping my cock. You're so incredibly tight inside.”

He raised up, supporting his weight on his hands. “I'm fixing to push all nine and a half inches in. I'm too excited, I can't hold back anymore. I have to be all the way in you. In seconds, you're going to be stuffed full of my cock, with me so deep I won't know where I end and you began. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I have to have you in me.” she murmured. Her eyes were closed, her body wound up tight enough to shatter.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled, close to her ear.

She complied. With one sure thrust, Ian ripped through the physical part of her virginity. His body stilled immediately. “Shit, you were a virgin?”

The pain was bad, but underneath it all was a pleasure that exploded like a lit firecracker. “Oh, God,” Sara screamed out, her body exploding as she met the stars. His shaft was full and thick, her passage clenching him repeatedly as her first orgasm engulfed her. There was no holding it back, nothing on earth could have stopped it, not even his shock at her virginity.

Whimpering, her hips moved of their own accord underneath him, drawing out the pleasure that only Ian could give her. He gripped her hips, a long groan coming from deep within his body. “Fuck it,” he growled out, thrusting deeply. “I'd have to be dead to hold back from coming with your tight pussy milking it out of me.”

In perfectly timed motions,  he quickly brought her to the edge again. “Come for me, Angel,” Ian coaxed her, leaning over to suckle on her breasts. “Let that sweet pussy clench my cock and work out the hot load I've got waiting for it. I'm going to fill you full, Sara.”

His words, combined with his highly-charged lovemaking, sent her over the edge. Ian stiffened, buried to the hilt as his shift twitched deep within. He groaned sexily an instant before releasing. 

Several minutes passed. Ian lay above her, his breathing harsh. Sara felt amazing, happy and free in a way she'd not experienced before. Her hands slid down his back, marveling at the smoothness of his skin... And the man.

Ian's shaft was still fully erect, lodged deeply inside. Now that their passions were spent, Sara was beginning to feel an uncomfortable ache. “That was incredible.” he muttered, nuzzling her neck. Pulling out slowly, he stood up. “I'll be back in a moment.”

The chill returned as soon as he left the bed. Carefully, she pulled the blanket out and eased underneath it. The heat of the moment was gone, and sanity was slowly returning.

Sara flinched as she realized the gravity of her actions. In the heat of the moment, she'd done the unthinkable, committing an act that would change the entire course of her life. “My God,” she whispered, “What have I done?”

The water was running in the bathroom as she laid there in horrified shock. The lump in her throat returned, and her eyes filled with tears. She'd given it all up, her entire future, for a forbidden act with a man that was counting on her leaving.

Ian walked back into the room naked, his stride confident as he made his way over to the bed. He held out a wet washcloth as he said, “I thought you might want to clean up.”

Sara was humiliated, not only by his chilly attitude, but his words. She felt used and unclean, put off by his coolness. He'd washed her off of him already, in more ways than one, now he expected her to do the same.

She rolled over, putting her back to him. Sara refused to clean herself up like a whore between clients. Struggling to keep her voice even, she replied, “Thank you, but no. I'm going to take a shower in a few moments.” Tears slid out of her eyes, running sideways as they soaked the pillow. Thankfully her voice sounded calm, but she was anything but. Eager for time alone, she added,  “Now would probably be a good time to check on the SUV.”

Ian laid down the washcloth and pulled on his pants. His voice was grim when he retorted, “The SUV can wait. Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?”

Sara swallowed hard. “Why, was that a deal breaker, Ian? Would it really have made a difference? We were both turned on. It was an itch that needed to be scratched, right?” Her already ravaged voice dropped to a whisper. “There's no changing that now, regardless.”

He sat down on the opposite side of the bed, his back to her. “You're taking this rather well. I'm glad you aren't like other virgins would be, demanding a commitment. It's why I've always avoided them.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “There's no reason why we can't enjoy each other while you're still here. I have to admit the sex is hot between us, in fact, it's pretty damn fantastic. Of course, there couldn't ever be anything beyond that,” he added casually, as if he needed to drive the point home. “Even if you weren't leaving soon.”

Each word was like a knife to her heart. Ian had made his point, loud and clear. Sara was good enough to have sex with, but never good enough for anything beyond that.

Anger shot through her. It was an unfamiliar emotion, but only one in the list of firsts she'd experienced that night. Her broken heart and uncertain future pushed her to say something she'd never said before. “Fuck you,” Sara rasped out, her fingers digging into the blanket. “You selfish, conceited asshole.”

“Excuse me?” Ian asked, his brow furrowing as he turned to face her. Sara felt a hysterical laugh bubbling up inside. His voice was incredulous, as if he really believed he had heard her wrong. Accustomed to getting his way from his extraordinary good looks, Ian really expected her to jump at the opportunity to bed him as casually as he might change clothes. Had there been an ounce of caring behind it, she might have. There wasn't, though. She was simply a convenience, nothing more.

Sitting up, she held the blanket to her chest. Ian was sitting on the edge of the bed, and there was no way she could pull it out from underneath him. She wanted to escape to the privacy of the shower, she just didn't want to have to parade naked in front of him while doing it.

Staring him straight in the face, she said, “How dare you? I just gave you my virginity, and you come back at me telling me that I'm not worth anything more a few tumbles while I'm here. Is this how you treat all women, Ian? You bed them, then leave them feeling like shit five minutes later?”

Repeatedly pulling at the blanket, Ian finally got the hint and stood up. His expression looked harsh and unapologetic in the dim lighting of the candles. She'd been wrong about him, and it was a price she'd have to pay for the rest of her life. Fortunately for her, it was now going to be a short one.

Keeping the sheet around her, she stood up. “Maybe I should have made sure of your expectations before tonight, but I never expected anything like this to happen. I haven't been in a situation like this before. You have, and you sure were close-mouthed about your real feelings about me before that happened,” she said, gesturing back to the bed.

Ian grimaced, but otherwise remained quiet as he watched her.

Her eyes closed for a moment as she struggled to keep from crying. “Any respect I had for you is gone. I knew that you resented having to protect me, but I thought we'd moved past that. I see now that isn't true. It wasn't my responsibility to question your intentions toward me, Ian. It was your responsibility as a human being not to treat another person like you've just treated me. I hope it was worth it for you, though. It sure as hell wasn't worth it to me.”

Sara walked to the bathroom and stepped in, turning to face him. He stared back at her in surprise, as if her words had stunned him. “You're standing here, worrying that I'm trying to trap you because I was a virgin, but my virginity was the least of the things I lost tonight. You got one thing right, though. I won't be around long, but not because I'll be heading back to Heaven. I've lost my immortality now, Ian, and I've basically signed my own death sentence.”

He started toward her, but she slammed the door shut in his face and locked it. Turning the shower on, she succumbed to the tears.

* * * * *

Ian sat back down on the bed, completely stunned. He ran a tired hand down his face.
Women. They were a total pain in the ass.

Sighing loudly, he corrected himself. The real truth was Sara wasn't the cause of this fiasco. He was, and he'd made a total mess out of an amazing seduction. For the first time in his life, he'd found heaven, and it had been hidden right between her plump, curvy thighs.

The heat and passion between them had been outstanding. So much so, he'd wanted it to continue. Instead, he had blown it. Sara was the first woman that had ever left his bed crying.  

Ian was great at one-night stands. His seductions were legendary. He was quickly learning he wasn't great at anything beyond that, though. He had approached this from the wrong direction, treating Sara like he would have treated any other woman from his past. That was where he'd gone wrong.