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  She wanted it so much her legs grew trembly, and she was in danger of falling flat on her face. She didn’t think he’d let her go even to hit the floor. His hold tightened like he knew what a difficult time she was having. Summer closed her eyes and dipped her head. Her lips brushed his arm, and the contact sent arrows of pleasure through her. Just from that?

  Damn, I’m hopeless.

  “We shouldn’t,” she said.

  He made no comment. Ian didn’t like pushing her, in case she felt regret later. Yet, the man had no idea how every breath he took—every glance in her direction—prompted her to give him whatever he asked. Her traitorous body even demanded it like she had no say.

  “Yes.” Had she just said that out loud?

  She must have because Ian was leading her from the dance floor. He had apparently reached his limit. He wasn’t going to ask her if she was sure and give her the chance to change her mind. Knowing all that was true about him almost made her laugh, but she was wound too tight to find much humor in the situation. Everything was Ian.

  Why is your hold so strong?

  * * * *

  The bed sank under his weight, and Ian climbed higher. Summer waited where he’d placed her on her back. Her blouse hung open after he had undone the buttons. She’d never thought breasts could swell for real when a woman was turned on, but she could have sworn her boobs were almost a cup larger. They strained against her bra as if they needed to be let free. Her nipples almost ached to have him pinching them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger while she cried out in ecstasy. Ian took his time. He paused at her side and laid a heavy hand on her belly. She bit her bottom lip and arched her hips. His touch didn’t shift.

  Summer lay back watching his every movement. She smothered a moan when he undid the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. The light in his eyes glimmered brighter when he revealed the pink lacy panties. She was glad she’d worn them.

  He traced a path down her stomach with one finger. “I’ve missed this body naked, although I’ve seen it in my mind a thousand times.”

  She swallowed. “Y-You said…” His hand dipped between her legs and cupped her pussy. She clawed the covers under her and waited until he stilled his movements. “You said you were with someone else. You couldn’t have thought of me at that time.”

  He didn’t answer but lowered his head. A soft kiss to her mound brought her to the edge. A shudder passed over her. Ian leaned up and dragged her panties over her hips. He tossed them past his shoulder without a backward glance. All of his attention was on the treasure between her legs, and she had no doubt that’s exactly how he saw her pussy from the look in his eyes. The knowledge shook her. She was flawed. He’d always seen her wrong.

  Ian pressed his mouth to her folds and ran his tongue along them.

  Summer raised her hips, whining in pleasure. There was no way she could keep silent after that, and she didn’t try. He licked her again and then again. She wanted to hold his head, but her arms had lost all strength. She could lie there and rock her hips, but not much more than that. He didn’t seem to care if she could. Ian was gone, eating her wet pussy like she tasted incredible. The sounds he made, the moans, the feel, drove her insane.

  She managed to get her legs parted wider and her hands on his shoulders. For what seemed like hours, he ate her. Summer came in rapid succession, one orgasm after another. She arched up to his hungry mouth, and he pushed his tongue deep into her channel. A wiggle inside set her teeth to chattering. Then he moved to her clit and sucked until she begged him to stop.

  “Ian,” she cried out when he didn’t pause. “Stop, please. I can’t take anymore.”

  “I am, baby,” he mumbled, still going at her. Another wave of bliss washed over her. She shivered and sighed. How many had that been?

  She’d lost count. He grunted as if satisfied knowing he’d taken her up again. “I’m winding down.”

  The man was insatiable. She’d forgotten how long he could go down on her. Okay, she hadn’t forgotten. She’d blocked it out because no man had satisfied her to the extent that Ian had—not before him, and definitely not after.

  He raised his head at long last, and his expression told her he did with reluctance. Just seeing that look had her bud tightening. Ian noticed and massaged it with his thumb. He stared down at her there, and she thought he would return, but she’d seen the bulge in his pants too. Ian needed to reach his own release.

  “Let me ride you,” she offered, flattening her hands on his chest.

  “No.”

  She opened her mouth to protest but lost the words when he began unbuttoning his shirt and yanking it off his shoulders. Her mouth watered at the wide expanse of his chest. Rippling muscles that had been toned to perfection greeted her sight. She feasted on him, loathe to look away. Hell, what was the point in looking away? Ian was everything a woman wanted.

  In fact, she was so hot, she had to get her hands on him. She helped him get the clasp on his pants undone and jerked his zipper down. A shove over his narrow hips had his pants off in seconds. Ian kicked them away while Summer took in the sight of his cock. Damn, had it been that big and delicious looking four years ago? Had the mere sight of precome dripping out of the head made her feverish like it was doing now?

  Summer wrapped her fingers around his dick and gave it a long stroke.

  Ian’s jaw went slack, and he closed his eyes shuddering. “Damn it, Summer, your touch…”

  “Let me suck it for you, Ian.”

  He shook his head. Summer was about to ask him what the hell his problem was because he used to love her going down on him, when he yanked her knees up and spread her legs with a roughness she didn’t remember getting from him. The next second he’d plunged his cock into her waiting pussy. The shock made her scream a little, but not from pain.

  Never pain with him.

  “Oh my goodness, Ian, you’re so big.” She arched into his thrust, but he pinned her down with his heavy weight. His body was so thick and solid she couldn’t move unless he let her. Ian rose up a little, and she thought she’d match his pump, but he came down with thundering force.

  She cried out again. He filled her, rose up and pounded in again. Summer screamed her pleasure. Ian didn’t let her go, nor allow her any control of her own body. He took it, used it and wore it out until she panted in exhaustion.

  When he pulled out at last, she could have sobbed, although she was sore and tired. At the last thrust, the breath hissed between Ian’s teeth.

  That was the single indicator that he found his release, and then he pushed deep and held himself there. She felt the warm come empty inside her.

  Ian withdrew, gently turned her face down on the bed. The tender touch surprised her as he hadn’t behaved that way up until now. Not that she’d been offended. She liked the rough treatment.

  He came down on top of her, spooning her ass. She clutched her pillow moaning. His warm breath at her cheek made her turn toward him, and he kissed her. Summer allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, and she tasted a little of her juices. To her surprise, Ian was already hardening again.

  “Since you’re sore in the front, do you mind if I explore back here?”

  He gave his hips a little push into hers.

  “Mm,” she purred, “I’d like that.”

  Nothing had ever been off limits to them when it came to sex.

  Intimacy had never been the problem.

  Ian rose up and ran a hand down to her pussy. By now she was dripping with a mixture of his come and hers. He moistened his fingers and then trailed it back to her anus. She wasn’t afraid because she loved anal sex. Only one other lover had also enjoyed it, but just like any position, he didn’t hold a candle to what Ian could do.

  Ian eased into her back entrance using his digits first, but it didn’t take long before she was ready. “Do it, please.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Don’t be crazy.” She tugged at his arm, and he move
d into position over her. Summer arched her ass higher, and he gripped her hips. The first entrance made her feel impossibly full, but she loved it. “Yes! Yes!”

  “Damn it, Summer, you’re so tight. So good and tight.” He began moving at a steady if slow pace. She pushed back against him to make him take her faster, but Ian wouldn’t let himself be controlled. He held her in a rigid hold and kept them steady.

  Summer’s teeth started up with the chattering. She clenched her jaw, but she heard his chuckle. He knew her. She always did that when she got too turned on and it was feeling good. Ian had teased her after they had sex a few times and he realized it was a quirk of hers. She’d tried to slap him, but he caught he wrist, thrust her to the floor, and demanded they try to reproduce it. Of course she’d said yes.

  She buried her face in her pillow and just felt. Ian ground deep inside her and then pulled almost all the way out. He repeated the slow procedure over and over until she thought her mind would snap. Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, he picked up the pace. Before long he pounded into her. The slap of their bodies coming together and the feel of his balls bouncing on her pussy had her crying out his name.

  “Finger yourself,” he commanded.

  She reached down between her legs and began fondling her clit. The bud was so swollen and sensitive, she could scarcely touch it. Taking the plunge, she pinched it between her fingers and squeezed. A tidal wave of sexual pleasure overwhelmed her. She drew in a sharp breath because she couldn’t cry out.

  Ian brought an arm around her and hauled her up to his lap. She fell on his chest, and he brushed her hand away from her clit. With expertise born of them having sex hundreds of times, he worked her pussy while pumping into her ass. She rode along, loving every minute—loving him.

  Ian, no…

  Tears wet her cheeks, and she came for the umpteenth time. Soon after, he did the same, whispering her name in such a raw, pain-filled way it tore at her heart. They sat there after it was over, neither saying a word.

  Summer didn’t dare start a conversation she didn’t want to face. Ian held onto her, not even pulling out. She waited in his arms for the right time to let him know tonight was perfect, but it couldn’t happen again—the right time, when she wouldn’t cry while she said it.

  Chapter Three

  Ian leaned on the windowsill in Summer’s room and watched her sleep. She was so beautiful with her hair a mess all over her head. She used to wrap it up, but they’d come in last night and gone at it so fast, she must have been too worn out to think of her hair. He liked her like this too, natural, makeup worn off. She was smoking hot when she made herself up. Her big round eyes were the color of chocolate, and he had always lost himself in them. Night after night he had held her, trying to show her how much he loved her. Sometimes he thought she believed it, and then there were times like last night. She’d mumbled the words half asleep, telling him this would be a one-night stand.

  Not on your life, baby. He strode toward the bed and stopped at the side to admire her beautiful body again. Her cocoa skin was soft and smooth. He loved feeling it under his fingertips, but he resisted touching for the moment. He wanted to enjoy looking at her a little longer. When she woke, he would first convince her to start seeing him again. Then he’d have to tell her his secret—that the baby she’d seen his sister pushing in the cart was actually his son. Who knew how she’d take the news, but he wouldn’t hold it from her. They’d had a policy of honesty between them when they dated, and he had already broken that by not telling her right away about Ian Junior.

  Unable to resist any longer, Ian traced a finger up her thigh. His mouth watered seeing just a small bit of her pussy beneath the sheets. He wanted to taste her again, and fill her. He loved hearing her cry out his name, to feel her nails digging into his back. The way she bucked under him drove him insane. Summer was his drug, and he had to do everything in his power to capture her for his own again. This time, he wouldn’t let her walk away like he’d done in the past.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  He stilled his movements and looked up at her. Thick black lashes clouded her eyes. Her voice was always husky when she first woke up.

  His cock hardened just hearing it. “What are you doing?”

  She yawned and put the back of her hand to her mouth as she sat up. “I was sleeping until you decided to molest me.”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t molest you.”

  “You were close to it.”

  “You know you like me playing down there.”

  He enjoyed the way she blushed. Summer was thirty-four, but he caught the innocence still present in her. That was another thing he loved.

  “I thought we said—”

  “We didn’t,” he interrupted. “I’m not leaving until we talk. I think the fact that we fell into bed right away after not seeing each other for four years says something.”

  She rolled her eyes and wrapped the sheet around her body as if she felt he would attack her otherwise. She couldn’t know how much he liked the way it outlined her nipples. “Don’t read anything deeper than it was.

  Sex, that’s it. We were both horny.”

  “I want us to date again. No.” He trained a steady look on her face. “I want us to get married.”

  Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening. For several minutes she stuttered and fiddled with her hair, trying to smooth it down. Nothing worked. She’d obviously need a brush. He said no more as she hopped off the bed and fluttered about the room as if she looked for one. When she stopped in front of her dresser, he crossed the room to stand behind her.

  He felt the tremor when he rested his hands on her shoulders and leaned down closer to her ear. Watching for her reaction in the mirror, he said, “I still love you, and I see it’s the same for you when I look into your eyes, Summer. Marry me.”

  “Stop, stop! Don’t say that.”

  “Why? It’s what we both want.”

  She shrugged off his touch and put space between them. He let her move, knowing she’d run like a frightened animal if he pushed it.

  “Nothing’s changed, Ian. Our problem—no, my problem is still there. You know why I can’t marry you.”

  “You don’t deny loving me.” She flinched at his words, and he switched tactics. “Baby, I’ve always told you it doesn’t matter to me that you can’t have kids. I love you all the same.”

  “It matters to me.” Was that a sob in her voice? The last thing he wanted to do was to make her cry. “I know how much you love kids.

  You’re the doting uncle to your sister’s kids. I can’t deny you that. It would be selfish and wrong.”

  “Then we don’t have a problem.”

  She glared at him.

  “I have a son,” he blurted. She gasped, and he rushed to explain.

  “Remember I said I met someone who I thought could be important to my life? In one way, she was. She gave me a son. I have full custody of him, and he’s six months old.”

  The emotions flicked over her face as she processed what he said, and understanding dawned. “The baby at the grocery store…”

  “Yes.”

  “You never said a word.” She crossed her arms. “What, did you want to keep it a secret until you got a good fuck out of me?”

  He gritted his teeth. “Don’t disrespect me.”

  “I’m sorry.” She glanced away. “I know you’re not like that.

  Congratulations on having a baby. That’s wonderful. I really am glad for you.”

  “But?” He balled his hands into fists.

  “I don’t know. What about the two of you? His mother. Wouldn’t it be better for him if you two got married?”

  “You can’t believe that crap about staying together for the kid’s sake?”

  he growled. Ian took a step toward her. Having Summer so close and not touching her was difficult, something he had no desire to accept. “The fact that Penny hasn’t seen Ian Junior since his birth should tell you about
the kind of woman she is. I had a hell of a time just convincing her not to terminate the pregnancy until she couldn’t legally do so. I did that by telling her I would take full responsibility for him, and she would have to do nothing.”

  Ian hadn’t meant to let the bitterness come through, but it seeped out anyway. He despised his ex for walking away from his son so easily. No one could look into his innocent face and do that. His own mother should have found it impossible. None of that mattered now, though. The woman he wanted to be his baby’s mother stood in front of him. The fact that she wouldn’t be his biological parent meant nothing to Ian.

  “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe anyone would do something like that. I would ki—” She fell silent, and he knew what she’d been about to say.

  Summer turned her back to him and dropped her head into her hands. “I’m not much different from her.”

  He spun her around and shook her. “You are different. Why would you say that?”

  “Are you blind?” She pulled out of his hold. “Ian, I can’t have children. I’ve known that since I was seventeen years old. A scarred uterus like mine doesn’t repair itself. I can’t get pregnant.”

  “And how is that your choice?” he insisted. “You were in a car accident that almost took your life. What you do now counts.”

  “You’re right.” She straightened her shoulders, but he caught the trembling in her lip. Her eyes were bright and moist. Summer hated him seeing her cry. She’d fight it with everything inside. The woman didn’t like to appear weak. She’d rather walk away, which drove him crazy. “I can decide not to screw up someone else’s life. You don’t want Ian Junior to be an only child, lonely for a friend his age. You should have more kids.”

  “And you’re deciding that for me!”

  She threw up her hands. “This is where we get to every time we’re together. You don’t see it my way.”

  “And you don’t see it mine.” He shoved a hand into his hair. “I’m not letting you walk away again, Summer. Damn it, you’re going to give this relationship a chance this time around.”