For those of you clamoring to glimpse more of Ian’s interior world, I think you’ll be pleased with Part VII, releasing Tuesday! I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Because I Need To.
She seemed to have caught his subdued mood, because she said nothing as he meticulously washed her beautiful body in the minutes that followed. He felt her gaze on him though, as his lathered hands whisked over satiny skin. Steam curled around his knuckles as he washed…worshipped. A small part of him still wanted to withdraw like he had in Paris when he’d been so overwhelmed by her sweetness and generous response.
The experience tonight had choked his defenses, though, making it impossible for him to maintain his sanity and resist her.
He washed himself in a much more cursory, if thorough, fashion and shut off the water. After drying them both with a towel, he again took her hand and led her to his bed. He whipped back the duvet and turned to her, releasing the clip on her hair. The heavy weight of it fell, tumbling around her shoulders and back. His fingers immediately furrowed into the silky, unbound glory.
Her large, dark eyes made something clench tight inside his gut.
“Get into the bed,” he murmured.
She lay down, curling on her side, her front facing him. He came down next to her, his belly brushing against hers, and whipped the sheet and cover over them. He stroked the silky length of her hip as the heavy, pregnant silence settled upon them. Neither of them spoke for a moment or two, even though he sensed her alert attention on him.
Then she touched his mouth with soft fingertips. He closed his eyes, trying and failing to shelter himself from a rising tide of unwanted, but unstoppable feeling.
He rarely allowed a woman to touch him so intimately, but he let Francesca. Her eager, searching fingertips tormented him for the next several minutes as she charted his face, neck, shoulders, chest and belly. When she gently scraped a nipple with her nails, he hissed in a burst of sublime pleasure. He held her stare as she wrapped her hand around his cock a moment later.
Her touch was so gentle. Why did it feel like she ripped bandage off a wound deep inside him when she began to move her arm, pumping him?
Unable to take anymore of her sweet torture, he twisted around and located a condom in the bedside drawer, longing for the day when Francesca had been on the pill long enough, when he could be inside her naked.
A moment later, he lay on top of her, their bellies heaving against one another in tandem, his cock fully sheathed in her warm, clasping pussy. He opened his clenched eyelids and saw her staring up at him.
“Do I wrong you, Francesca?” he demanded roughly.
She didn’t answer for a moment, but he knew from the somber, sad expression in her eyes that she understood he’d meant not just tonight, but everything—his inability to resist this vibrant, talented, beautiful woman, despite the fact that he’d inevitably taint her brilliance with his darkness…eventually make her turn away in hurt.
The thought of seeing rejection of him on her beautiful face sliced at him deep.
“Does it matter?” A spasm clenched his facial muscles at her soft reply. He began to move, fucking her with long, thorough strokes, shuddering at the distilled blast of pleasure.
No. It didn’t matter.
He couldn’t stay away from her, no matter the consequence to her…or to himself.
Because You Are Mine: Because I Need To, available September 11.