Just To Be With You (The Sullivans #12)(71)

She loved the sweetness, the softness, he was giving her, at the same time that wild hunger vibrated between them the way it had from the very first moment she’d kissed him. He’d been slow, gentle, this morning when he’d put his mouth on her and taken her over the edge again and again. She was unabashedly greedy for all of it, for everything she could experience with Ian, for every new sensation.

“More.”

Just one word spoken so softly against his lips, but he immediately stilled, his lips against hers.

“Show me more, Ian.” It was what she’d asked for their first night together, and she remembered what it had done to him...and then what he’d done with her. “I love all the different sides of you. Gentle and sweet. Rough and wild. I don’t want you to hold anything back when you’re with me.”

Since she was the one doing the asking, she should have been prepared for what Ian did next, but he had his hands on her hips to spin her around so fast that she was momentarily disoriented when she realized she was on her knees.

The couch cushions, warm from the heat of their bodies, crumpled in her fisting hands as she tried to ground herself. But how could she do anything but fly wild and free when Ian was running his hands over her, shoulders to hips, br**sts to the vee between her legs, with hungry abandon? He wasn’t gentle anymore, was simply taking everything she had offered to him by asking, by begging, for more. She loved it, loved every second of his hands, his mouth, the heat of his naked skin against hers.

Again, he moved fast, giving her no warning as he gripped her hips to plunge into her.

“Oh.” She heard the wonder in her voice, couldn’t have held it in even if she’d wanted to. “Do that again. Please, just like that.”

His answering groan sounded as raw and as desperate as she felt, her name at the center of it. And when he went impossibly deep into her again, his hips slamming into hers, she gasped with pleasure.

So much pleasure that she could hardly believe she’d lived this long without knowing it was there.

“I like it when you do that. I like it so much. So, so much.”

“I do too, sweetheart.” To her ears, his words spoke not just to sex, but to trust, and to a depth of emotion between them she’d never shared with anyone else. “I do, too.”

She trembled, shook, knew she was going to shatter any second. And in the end that was all it took, one more slip, one more slide of his fingers over her br**sts, between her legs, for her to completely break apart, with Ian only moments behind her.

With no breath, or brain cells, left for words, all that existed in their little room above the barn was pleasure, and a connection that was twining deeper and deeper with every laugh they shared, every orgasm that exploded between their bodies…and later, when passion had temporarily run its course and he tucked them both into bed, every quiet moment in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The sound of giggling outside woke Ian up. “Sounds like we have a couple of little visitors outside.”

Tatiana made a sleepy sound of agreement, then pressed a kiss to the arm he had slung over her body and pushed off the covers so that they could both get out of bed to put on jeans and T-shirts. Her hair was a tangle of curls and her eyes were still heavy-lidded with sleep as she walked over to the door and opened it with a smile.

The little black and white dog bounded in first. Two young twins, a boy and girl that Ian figured were probably around four years old, were staring up at her with big eyes. “You’re pretty,” the little girl said.

“So are you,” Tatiana said as she squatted down to come face to face with the children.

“I’m Sadie. This is Jamie. He’s my brother.”

“I’m Tatiana.” She gestured behind her. “That’s Ian.”

The boy held out a basket of eggs. “We are supposed to bring you these.”

“Our chickens made them,” Sadie informed them both.

“Wow.” Tatiana smiled over her shoulder at Ian. “Look at the marvelous gift our new friends just brought us.” She turned back to the kids. “Does your mommy or daddy know you’re here?”

“Mummy is the one who sent us,” Jamie said as if it should have been obvious. “She said not to bother you, though.”

“Oh, that’s the last thing you could ever do. I’m just happy Ian and I will have someone to share all these eggs with. Do you like to eat them raw or do you think I should cook them?”

They both made a face at the first suggestion, then hollered, “You have to cook them!” in unison, though Sadie had to tell her, “Once I saw my uncle put a raw egg in a drink.”

“Did you ever do that, Ian, to pump up those muscles of yours?”

“Rafe dared me to drink a full glass of raw eggs once.” He shook his head, laughing at himself. “It was disgusting, but he did end up doing my chores for a week when I won the bet, so it was worth it.”

While Tatiana went into the kitchen to start cooking up eggs and bacon for all of them, the kids immediately ran over to the cabinet in the corner and pulled out a box filled with Lego pieces.

“I know how to build a car,” Jamie told Ian.

“I can make an airplane,” Sadie one-upped her brother as she sat crossed-legged on the hooked rug on the pine floor and dug her little hands into the Legos to dump a bunch all around her. “Want me to show you how?”