I Brake For Bad Boys by Lori Foster Page B

without feeling a rise of sexual awareness. He couldn’t hear her breathe without wanting her. And her laughs, her taunts, drove him to the very edge of lust.
    Every single thing they’d done had felt like foreplay. He’d showered with her, wanting only to let the hot water ease her sore muscles. Instead, he’d taken her against the wet tile wall with the enthusiasm of a schoolboy on prom night.
    He’d pulled out the massage oil, intent on fulfilling his end of the bargain. But Erica lying on her stomach with her beautiful back and shapely ass showing proved more than he could take. The oil got set aside while he kissed her all over, occasionally shocking her, definitely thrilling her. He’d drawn her to her knees to take her from the back, holding her breasts in his hands with his thrusts so deep he hadn’t lasted more than five minutes—which was fine since Erica had started coming in half that time.
    In the midst of steamy sensuality, there’d been very little personal grooming. Ian let her use his toothbrush and he remembered brushing her long silky hair once, only to muss it again when he carried her out to the balcony to fondle her under the moonlight. He liked having her outside.
    Late Friday night, the storm had rolled in, spraying rain on them, leaving them both damp and windblown. Erica had tasted especially fine with her skin dewy.
    Thinking of it made him want to taste her again. Down boy, he told his overenthusiastic cock. Enough already. Let her rest.
    Saturday morning everything had been fresh from the rain, sparkling clean, and they’d lingered in bed beneath a ray of sunshine slanting in through the open window. Seeing Erica lit by the sun made him more determined than ever to get her to that house in the country, where privacy would allow them to make love outdoors as often as they liked.
    Ian was amazed at his stamina. He’d always had a strong sexual appetite, but he’d never been so insatiable that he couldn’t seem to stop. Of course, he’d never been with Erica. And he’d never been in love.
    She hadn’t bothered with makeup at all, but her slanted green eyes looked sexier than ever, especially when they were soft from a recent climax, as they were now. He knew he should get up and cook her breakfast. They hadn’t had a full meal since Friday night; Saturday they’d only snacked so neither of them had to leave the bed for long. She had to be getting hungry. He was starved.
    But then Erica tucked her head into his shoulder and hugged him, and Ian knew he wasn’t ready to move yet.
    â€œI am so exhausted,” she teased.
    Touched by a modicum of guilt because he’d awakened her from a sound slumber a few hours earlier by sliding into her from behind, Ian asked, “Are you glad now that you stayed?”
    â€œYes.” She tilted her face up to see him. “You are imposing, intimidating, insatiable, and very sweet.”
    Most of that he couldn’t deny, but... “Sweet, huh?”
    â€œSurprisingly so.”
    Perhaps now would be a good time to come clean, while she was still calling him sweet. He knew she’d want to go home tonight since they both had to work in the morning. But damned if he was ready to let her go. “There are still a few things we need to talk about.”
    She yawned and nestled back into his side. “What kind of things?”
    He didn’t want to start a fight, not when she seemed so peaceful and trusting. But he wanted to start their new relationship with a clean slate. Feeling possessive, he cupped her breast and said, “About why you keep men at arm’s length.”
    She laughed. “I dunno about that. You’re pretty close.” She reached down and encircled his penis, which was thankfully at ease for the moment.
    â€œPhysically.” He bit the bullet and added, “But you know I want more.”
    She again looked up at him. “Really?”