MacKenzie Fire(88)

And then it comes for me. Just knowing that he’s on the edge is enough to push me over. The orgasm to end all orgasms arrives to overwhelm me.

Ian’s hands are on either side of my face now, holding my head still, his nose just an inch from mine. He looks like he’s about to cry, the way his brows come together and down, the way his mouth presses together as he grunts, sweat pouring down his face to land on mine.

I gasp in sweet release. “Ian!” I sound like I’m crying. “Ian! Ian!”

He pumps into me, grunting and growling as I call out his name and various syllables that make no sense.

We stare at each other the entire time we ride the waves. Neither of us can breathe very well, pressuring our lungs until they’re ready to burst and then gasping once or twice. Swept up in the emotions and feelings, we stare and we stare and we stare. In this moment, nothing else in the entire world matters or ever will be this good again. It’s a bittersweet thing like no other.

“I love you,” he gasps out, still pushing into me, using what feels like the last bits of his strength.

“I love you too,” I say right back. Overwhelmed by the emotion taking over, I start to cry. And I’m not talking a delicate, sweet, attractive cry either. I start blubbering like a big old baby.

He rains tiny kisses all over my face, still pushing into me. “Don’t cry, baby.”

“I’m not sad,” I mumble, through my tears, “I’m not sad at all, I promise.” It’s kind of a lie, but he deserves to be lied to this time. I don’t want his heart to break as badly as mine will when I leave.

“Promise,” he says, still kissing me, slowing down his strokes.

“Promise.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, pausing in his kissing.

“No.” I shake my head. “Never stop.”

He smiles. “I’m afraid my dick has other ideas.”

I feel it kind of slide out of me right after he says that. It makes me giggle.

“Poor guy.” Ian looks down at his crotch. “You wore him out.”

“He wore me out, not the other way around.” I suddenly feel all shy, now that I realize once more that we’re in Ian’s parents’ house and we just had crazy sex. We even did it sideways, for God’s sake.

Ian props himself up on his side and looks at me, using a finger to trace the outline of my nipple. “You have fabulous breasts, you know that?”

“I bought and paid for them myself,” I say, not ashamed one bit that I’ve enhanced what God gave me.

“I’ll bet you look amazing in a bathing suit.”

I grin. “I like to think I do.”

“I’d like to see that.” He sounds wistful.

“Not in this weather you won’t.” I don’t care what kind of sweet talk he uses, I’m not putting a bathing suit on in Baker City during the winter.

“Is it warm in Florida right now?” he asks.

“Yeah, pretty warm. It never gets that cold. But I wouldn’t say it’s bathing suit weather all year. Just most of the year.”

“I Googled ranching in Florida,” he says, like he’s not speaking right to my heart. “Did you know it’s one of the bigger cattle ranching states in the U.S.?”

I frown at him, wondering if he’s messing with me right now. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” He props himself up higher and rests his hand on my belly. “Not that far from where you live, actually.”

“Really?” I frown as I think about that. “I guess I have seen some cows by the side of the road. But it’s mostly on my way up north.”

“Where? New York?”

I laugh. “No. Orlando. To go to Universal Studios or whatever.”

“I’ve never been there. Is it fun?”

“Loads. I’ll take you sometime.”

“How about now?” he asks, his expression dead serious.

I look at him closely, trying to detect a trick. “Now?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He nudges me on the arm. “Let’s go to Universal.”

I reach up and fluff his matted hair. “You’re silly.”

He takes my hand from his hair and kisses my fingers. “No. I’m serious.” He carefully places my hand down on my stomach, keeping his over it.

“Why aren’t you laughing?” I ask.

“Because I’m serious. If I laughed it would ruin the effect.”

I drag myself out from under him and sit up. “You seriously want to come to Florida and go to Universal with me?”

“Yes.”

“And you Googled ranching out there?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” My heart is pumping out a thousand beats a minute. I can’t breathe very well, but I’m trying to fake like I can. I don’t want him to know that the very idea that he might want to be with me on a more permanent basis sends me into an apoplectic fit.

He doesn’t answer me for a long time. Then he rolls over onto his back and stares at the ceiling. “I love you, Candice.”

My insides go all funny hearing that. I was kind of hoping that he wasn’t really listening to my big declaration during our love making, actually. It’s one thing to be all goo-goo over a guy, but it’s a whole other thing for him to know I’m all goo-goo over him.