Ian's Way by Reese Gabriel Page B

slow.”
    Nikky looked disappointed. “Everything?”
    “Maybe not everything,” he conceded.
    Nikky beamed. “In that case, you better get busy, buster.”
    With that she flipped over, rising onto all fours. “Here you go,” she teased, shaking her butt playfully. “It’s all yours. Come and get it.”
    Ian gave her ass a playful pinch. “So you are finally ready to be ravished? You’re admitting I am the superior lover?”
    “In your own mind, maybe. In reality, I’m your goddess and your angel and soon to be your worst nightmare if you keep me waiting any longer.”
    Ian moved into position, tucking himself behind her. For a quick moment he paused, enjoying the feel of Nikky’s eager, exquisite body. Sliding his hands up the line of her back, he positioned his cock at the juncture of her thighs.
    “This may not come across as worshipful,” he warned.
    “Just make me scream loud enough to wake the dead and I’ll be happy.”
    Ian released a groan as he pushed his cock into her wet channel, a single slow-motion thrust, a perfect fit. A total confirmation of everything they had been through up to this moment. “I think this could get addictive.”
    “I wouldn’t mind if it did,” said Nikky , thrusting her ass back up against him to maximize the penetration.
    Ian laughed, withdrawing his cock nearly to the tip. “Hey, you’re supposed to be begging.”
    “And you are supposed to be thanking me for saving your life.”
    He impaled her for a second time, hard and quick. “How long you plan on holding that over my head?”
    “I don’t know,” she groaned. “The rest of your life if you’re not careful.”
    There were implications to her statement—big ones. Such discussions would have to wait though. They were much too busy making up for lost time, right now. Their bodies melded—shaking, re-invoking the rhythm they had begun working on their first night together. Pure and delicious and animalistic.
    Yes, Nikky and Ian were good together, much better in bed than in the chemistry lab.
    They cried out together, calling each other’s names, superheated, dripping sweat, every molecule of their beings blasted wide open. It was hard to tell whose orgasm had occurred first, Ian’s pumping stream of white-hot lust or Nikky’s shuddering, wavelike wall of surrender.
    In the end they could only cling to one another—wordless, letting the energy pour through them and over them, only one question left to ask.
    If Ian was such a frigging genius why had it taken him all this time to get them to this point?

Epilogue
     
    The wedding took ages to plan. The first round of delays sprang from a disagreement as to the locale. Nikky had always dreamed of a fairy tale wedding, a long white train, bridesmaids and a church full of weeping friends and family.
    Ian’s tastes, not surprisingly, ran toward the more unorthodox. He suggested a hot air balloon. To put her mind at ease, Ian took great efforts to explain to her the physics involved bolstered by foolproof statistics which said they had more of a chance of hurting themselves falling as they walked down the aisle of a church service than they would in a balloon.
    Nikky was on the verge of giving in when Kaity innocently asked, “What about that big balloon that crashed, the Lucky Lindbergh?”
    Never mind that the “balloon” in question had been powered by highly volatile gas or that its real name had been the Hindenburg , Nikky was soured on the idea for good.
    Ian’s next idea of a botanical garden was also nixed when it was revealed by Kaity that her cousin Lucy had been bitten by a rabid squirrel at her wedding in the backyard at her parents’ house.
    The fact that the squirrel had turned out to be a hamster who had escaped from the terrarium in Lucy’s brother’s room did not change matters in the least.
    “The point is, it could have been a rabid squirrel,” Kaity declared. “Or maybe a python. People keep pythons in terrariums all the