I Brake For Bad Boys by Lori Foster

her the chance. He tangled his hand in her hair, took her mouth in a ravaging kiss, then didn’t stop kissing her. Not that she wanted him to stop.
    If she were honest with herself, she’d admit that she loved his caveman approach, loved the feel of his big hands now roaming her body, gripping her behind, kneading her breasts. She even enjoyed the rasp of his whiskers. From the first, his bold, assertive manner had drawn her. She didn’t like wimpy men, but she did like Ian. A lot.
    Maybe too much.
    She’d wanted him for a long time, she just hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it. Now that she had, she felt free—free to indulge her secrets, her desires.
    Maybe on Monday she’d thank Cameron and George for speaking out of turn. If they hadn’t, who knew what type of guy she might have ended up with? But because of them, she had Ian. And with Ian kissing his way down her throat to her breasts, she knew she was lucky indeed.

Chapter Five
    Ian knew he should slow down a little, but he couldn’t. He cupped one soft breast, thumbed her nipple, then drew her into his mouth for a soft suckle.
    Erica squirmed, trying to get closer to him. Putting one leg over hers and pinning her hands above her head, he held her still. When he expected to hear her complaints over the restraint, he got a surprisingly hot moan instead.
    Ian lifted his head to look at her.
    Why, the little sneak. She liked being controlled sexually. And he liked taking his turn at control, at least in bed. Out of bed, well, Erica’s independent nature was part of what he loved.
    After transferring both her hands into one of his, he used the other hand to stroke down her body to her belly. “Can I reverse the order?”
    She gave him a blank, anxious look.
    â€œSeeing you like this . . . I want to fuck you first, and make love to you after.”
    â€œYes.”
    He was so hard it hurt. “Let’s see if you’re wet enough yet.” Holding her gaze, he pressed his fingers lower, through her dark curls and over slick flesh. Her body arched.
    â€œOpen up for me, Erica.”
    Her throat worked as she swallowed, then slowly her legs parted.
    He looked down to where his large hand completely covered her. “Bend your knees. I want to see you.”
    Without hesitation, she did, opening herself fully to him. He took in the sight of her pale thighs laid open, her damp curls, and her glistening vulva. He pressed his middle finger deep. She groaned hard, her hips lifting, her eyes squeezing shut.
    â€œNice and wet,” he murmured, pleased with how her muscles squeezed his finger. “God, the things I want to do to you . . .”
    He pushed another finger in, testing her, filling her. She was aroused enough, wet enough, that there would be no discomfort for her. He pulled out and found her clitoris again, at the same time bending to catch a nipple in his teeth. Her moans turned raw, her body moving with his hand, and suddenly it was too much. He’d waited for this moment, for this woman, too long to hold himself back.
    Ian sat up, startling a groan of protest from Erica though he didn’t take time to explain. He caught her knees in his hands, spread her legs wider until he could see every glistening pink inch of her sex. He heard her gasp even as he bent, tasting her with his tongue, licking and finally sucking. Erica became frenzied.
    He hooked her legs over his shoulders and caught her hips in his hands to keep her still. She tasted hot, sweet, like a woman should. Her fingers locked in his hair, holding him closer to her as she cried out and twisted, as the sensations built and expanded.
    â€œIan.”
    With utmost care, he held her swollen clitoris in his teeth for the concentrated rasp of his rough tongue.
    Erica came. She cried out in a nearly soundless scream, her legs stiff, her heels digging into his shoulder blades. Before her last shuddering breath had subsided, he was reaching for a