ablaze. Her fingers worked quickly against her swollen clit, her second orgasm not far off.
Ian’s hand moved from her hip, smoothing along her stomach until he reached one of her breasts. Taking it in his hand, his fingers found her already tightened peak. The tug and pull he gave it shot a line of desire straight to her pussy.
“Ian.”
“I know, baby.” His movements sped up, his fingers lightly pinching the hardened tips of her breasts as he continued to thrust into her body. “You feel so fucking good.” Ian dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his breath washing down her back in harsh pants. “Fuck,” he growled, his fingers tightening just this side of painful against her nipples.
“Come with me, Livvy.” It wasn’t a request as much as a demand, and Olivia shivered at the up-close-and-personal viewing of just how Ian could take charge in the bedroom. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His plea sparked her desire, and she burst, her fingers frantic against her clit as she pulsed around Ian, squeezing his cock. His long, drawn-out curse preceded his own release as he pushed all the way inside her through his climax.
His heavy breaths swept across her skin, his forehead still resting against her shoulder. His hand was gently cupping her breast, and she reached up to twine their fingers together. They lay there for several moments in silence, a barrage of thoughts bombarding Olivia.
She’d had plenty of boyfriends in the past. In her adult years, she’d had many lovers, many good lovers at that, but she had never felt this connection with any of them. She wondered if it was simply because she and Ian had the solid base of their friendship to stand on. If it was because they’d known each other for so long...
The niggling sense in the back of her mind, though, wondered if what was between them was something more.
Chapter Thirteen
After breakfast in bed and a hot-as-hell round of shower sex, they headed out of the Windy City, making their trek back to Rochester. The ride home went by quickly, far too quickly for Ian’s tastes. The awkwardness he’d feared would be there was, surprisingly and pleasantly, absent. The trip passed with flirtatious banter and jokes—their usual repertoire. Ian couldn’t help touching her whenever he had the chance—caressing her knee, playing with her fingers, resting his hand on the nape of her neck. Now that he’d had her, had been as intimate with her as two people could get, he always wanted to be in contact with her. How, exactly, that was going to work with him being two hours away, he didn’t know.
More than that, though, he didn’t know how they were going to work. Was there even a they ? Had he just been a convenient way for Olivia to scratch an itch? After three rounds of mind-blowing sex, he didn’t think so, but admittedly, his perceptions were probably skewed. What with him quickly working his way to being head over heels in love with her. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t working his way toward anything. He’d fallen, ass over elbows, for her all over again. He thought he’d had a handle on his feelings in the time he’d been gone, but now realized what a fool he’d been. His love for her had never faded completely. It had simply receded and allowed him the façade of moving on.
Well, he was done with that bullshit. If those years of silence had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t willing to go on without knowing where he stood. Especially now. He needed to know what this meant for the two of them. He’d never been the kind of guy who went for one-night stands or casual sex. Save for a handful of instances in his younger years, he’d always fed his sexual needs while in committed relationships. He had no idea if Liv would be open to that, but he sure as hell wanted it with her, more than anything.
He snuck a peek over at her, taking in her messy hair escaping from her ponytail. Her face was bright, her cheeks pink. She looked
Ian’s hand moved from her hip, smoothing along her stomach until he reached one of her breasts. Taking it in his hand, his fingers found her already tightened peak. The tug and pull he gave it shot a line of desire straight to her pussy.
“Ian.”
“I know, baby.” His movements sped up, his fingers lightly pinching the hardened tips of her breasts as he continued to thrust into her body. “You feel so fucking good.” Ian dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his breath washing down her back in harsh pants. “Fuck,” he growled, his fingers tightening just this side of painful against her nipples.
“Come with me, Livvy.” It wasn’t a request as much as a demand, and Olivia shivered at the up-close-and-personal viewing of just how Ian could take charge in the bedroom. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His plea sparked her desire, and she burst, her fingers frantic against her clit as she pulsed around Ian, squeezing his cock. His long, drawn-out curse preceded his own release as he pushed all the way inside her through his climax.
His heavy breaths swept across her skin, his forehead still resting against her shoulder. His hand was gently cupping her breast, and she reached up to twine their fingers together. They lay there for several moments in silence, a barrage of thoughts bombarding Olivia.
She’d had plenty of boyfriends in the past. In her adult years, she’d had many lovers, many good lovers at that, but she had never felt this connection with any of them. She wondered if it was simply because she and Ian had the solid base of their friendship to stand on. If it was because they’d known each other for so long...
The niggling sense in the back of her mind, though, wondered if what was between them was something more.
Chapter Thirteen
After breakfast in bed and a hot-as-hell round of shower sex, they headed out of the Windy City, making their trek back to Rochester. The ride home went by quickly, far too quickly for Ian’s tastes. The awkwardness he’d feared would be there was, surprisingly and pleasantly, absent. The trip passed with flirtatious banter and jokes—their usual repertoire. Ian couldn’t help touching her whenever he had the chance—caressing her knee, playing with her fingers, resting his hand on the nape of her neck. Now that he’d had her, had been as intimate with her as two people could get, he always wanted to be in contact with her. How, exactly, that was going to work with him being two hours away, he didn’t know.
More than that, though, he didn’t know how they were going to work. Was there even a they ? Had he just been a convenient way for Olivia to scratch an itch? After three rounds of mind-blowing sex, he didn’t think so, but admittedly, his perceptions were probably skewed. What with him quickly working his way to being head over heels in love with her. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t working his way toward anything. He’d fallen, ass over elbows, for her all over again. He thought he’d had a handle on his feelings in the time he’d been gone, but now realized what a fool he’d been. His love for her had never faded completely. It had simply receded and allowed him the façade of moving on.
Well, he was done with that bullshit. If those years of silence had taught him anything, it was that he wasn’t willing to go on without knowing where he stood. Especially now. He needed to know what this meant for the two of them. He’d never been the kind of guy who went for one-night stands or casual sex. Save for a handful of instances in his younger years, he’d always fed his sexual needs while in committed relationships. He had no idea if Liv would be open to that, but he sure as hell wanted it with her, more than anything.
He snuck a peek over at her, taking in her messy hair escaping from her ponytail. Her face was bright, her cheeks pink. She looked
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