Conspiring (7 page)

“I want you to take that off.”

“This?” he asks as he snaps the fabric.

I pull in a breath. “Mhmm.”

He shakes his head from side to side. “Uh uh.” His lips are back on cloth. His fingers are no longer on the thong but start to move back up my body taking my dress. His kisses continue so slowly. Now his lips are back on my skin.

I try to keep my eyes open to watch him because he’s so sexy. I just can’t. I throw my head back and grasp the footboard of my sleigh bed. He’s almost made it to my chest. He swiftly stands back up from his kneeling position.
What a tease
.

“Mmm, you are a sexy little thing. Do you know that?” he asks me as he exposes my chest. He leaves the dress clinging to the top of my chest. One hand is grasping one of my breasts. “Mmm. No bra.” His tongue swirls my nipple. “I like.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Thought you might,” I moan.

“Arms up.” He demands. His words only increase the flames that have engulfed me since the club. I know my skin must be growing more crimson by the second; it’s scorching. I slowly, almost hesitantly lift my arms. I don’t know what it is about him that is making me shy.

He pulls the dress over my head and lets it fall from his fingers to the floor. He is smiling as he looks me up to down. He puts his finger on his lip and taps it, as if trying to decide where to go or what to do with me next. I feel so vulnerable, and I’m panting. Desire is seeping from my needy pores waiting for him to touch me again.

“Ian,” I plead.

“Hmm?” he raises his eyebrows, amused.

My lips part as I let a moan escape. I’m having trouble finding words. He grabs my hand and pulls me to the side of the bed, gently pushing me back. My feet are dangling off the side. I’m still wearing my heels. I start to knock them off, but decide against it. That little push was just what I need. I laugh, now feeling sexy and not as exposed.

I put my hands back behind my head. I draw my legs up to where my knees are bent, legs spread. I watch him standing over me through the opening. I run my tongue over my lips, feeling a bit more playful. “Aren’t you going to take any of that off?” I looked him up and down, begging with my eyes for him to strip for me.

“Mhmm. What do you want off first?”

“Shirt.”

He leans down and swirls kisses around my navel, stopping just above the only fabric still covering me. I breathe in and arch my back, wanting, needing him to go lower. Instead, he stands up and crosses his arm as he grabs the hem of his shirt. He slowly pulls it over his head and lets it fall in the same manner he had my dress.

He starts to undo his belt but stops. “This next?”

Oh yes. This is one hell of a show. “Yes, please.”

He smiles as he undoes his belt. He lazily pulls it through the loops and lets it drop. His long lean fingers unbutton and then unzip his pants. All he has to do is let go of them to cause them to fall, exposing his narrow hips.

I chew on the inside of my cheek and slowly blink, drinking in his body. He’s ripped. Washboard abs, veins and a V in his hips, teasing to what I imagine is his best asset.

He kicks his shoes off and steps out of them, then climbs between my legs. His lips tease mine, tasting and sucking. I turn my head to give him access to my neck. “What about the rest of your clothes?”

He continues to kiss, leaving a wet trail with his tantalizing tongue as he moves to the other side. “What about them?”

“Lose them,” I demand as I reach around his back, sliding my hands under the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down.

He backs up to the point to where my arms can no longer reach them anymore. “Ugh,” I whine.

His fingers hook the sides of my thong. Every inch of fabric he moves is replaced with licks and kisses. I buck my hips urging him to continue. When I do, he smiles and pulls back, taking them with him.

He holds them in his hands for a moment and chuckles. “You’re so, so wet, and I’ve just gotten started with you.” He shakes his head as he tosses them to the pile on the floor. Finally, he pushes his boxers off of his hips, letting them puddle on the floor. He looks down at his erection, grasps it, and smiles back to me. “And this is what you do to me,” he says playfully.

I sit up because I want to touch, taste, and explore him. As soon as I get close to him, he nudges me, pushing me back down. He climbs back into his earlier position. Finally his fingers find my soaked folds. They dip in and out, swirling and circling.

I drag in a deep breath and claw the side of the bed. He slips his tongue into my mouth, deep and twirling with mine. Thrusting. He breathes into my mouth, “You like that?”

“Yes,” I confess as I close my hooded eyes, “I want you in me.”

“I am in you.” He grins.

I reach down, grabbing his erection, “This.” I pull. “Inside. Me.” As I say the words, I realize I have no condoms. I am on the pill. Bradley and I don’t use them anymore. I shake my head as I dismiss him from my thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothin’. Hoping you have a condom.”

“Impatient.” He shakes his head. “But so sexy.” He pushes off of me and picks his pants up, pulling his wallet from the back pocket. He yanks a condom out and holds it between his two fingers. “Of course.”

He tosses it to me. I rip it open as he climbs back on top of me. I swirl my finger over the glistening bead on his tip before I unroll it to cover his length. I wrap my legs around his waist as he buries himself in me, filling me, and finally satisfying a craving I realize that I’ve had for days.

I moan as he sinks farther, arching my back. I cross my legs around his waist, trying not to dig my Jimmy Choos into him.

He starts to move back and forth, slowly. “Damn, you feel good. So tight.”

Our foreheads are touching. I tilt my head back because I want to kiss him. I wrap my hands around his head, lacing my fingers through his hair. I capture his lips. Our kiss is slow, sensuous. “Ah,” I breathe into his mouth.

With every thrust, I am on the edge. I feel like I could fall off the cliff at any moment, but I’m not sure I want to. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” This feels so good that I want to keep going. I’m not ready for this to be over yet. But the throbbing is getting stronger, and I’m not sure how much longer I can control it.

“You’re so close,” he groans.

“I know. It feels so good.
You
feel so good,” I mutter. I put my arms under his and grab his broad shoulders from behind.

He reaches down, reaching his fingers down to massage my clitoris, which causes my legs to tremble. Any self-control I had to manage my orgasm is lost immediately. I shriek as my body starts to pulsate.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls.

My limbs go completely limp. He continues at the same pace until the ripples that are surging within me are settling. His pace quickens. He grunts, and it only takes a few thrusts before I feel the vibration of his climax. I watch as he rests his forehead back on mine and squints his eyes closed as he slows his pace.

He brushes my hair back from my forehead. “Wow,” he breathes.

“Yeah. Wow.”

“I guess I should go take care of myself,” he mutters as he pulls out of me and starts to roll off the bed.

I grab his hand, pulling him back with one of my hands as the other grabs a tissue from my nightstand. “Here, use this. I’m not done with you yet.”

His lips curve into a smile. He discards the condom into the tissue and tosses it on the nightstand. When he crawls back onto me, I push him over and climb on top of him. His eyes are heated, curious. “Just what did you have in mind? I only have one condom left.”

I run my finger down his toned chest. “Oh I don’t need condoms for what I have planned.”

Chapter 7

I squint my eyes at the bright sun peering through my blinds. It doesn’t take long for me to realize as I wake up that I feel like crap. My body is achy; my chest is heavy. I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train. The heaviness in my chest becomes too much, urging me to cough. Once I start, I can’t stop.

I sit up in the bed gasping for air. I’m naked, and I’m not alone. I pull the sheet up to cover my chest.
Not like there’s any need to be shy now, Veronica
. I roll my eyes at myself wondering what in the hell I was thinking last night. Maybe if I could stop coughing I could figure that out. I inhale a deep breath but all that does is make my cough deepen.

A hand is on my back, and it startles me, causing me to jump. His voice cracks as he asks, “You okay?”

The sound of the voice brings memories flooding back to my foggy brain.
Ian
. I see the entire evening flash before my eyes. If I didn’t think I was about to hack up a lung, I might really enjoy all of those delicious memories streaming through my brain. I shake my head from side-to-side remembering he asked if I was okay. I am definitely
not
okay.

I jump up from my bed covering my mouth, the coughing not letting up, and rush to my bathroom. When I get to the commode, I uncover my mouth, and the violent vomiting begins.

I am not sure how long I’ve been laying on the toilet or how long he’s been standing there when he finally speaks, “Do you have asthma?”

“No. Why?”

“You’re wheezing.”

“Am I?” I am so weak I can barely speak, my abdomen is sore.

“Yeah, my parents are doctors.”

“So?”

“So, I know what wheezing sounds like. Spent a lot of time living in a doctor’s office growing up.”

“I never get sick. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” I insist.

“
No
, you
need
to see a doctor.”

I finally muster the energy to turn to look at him. He’s only wearing his boxers. He’s leaning into the door with his foot crossed, and his arms are folded over his chest.
That chest
. I blush remembering how incredible it tasted last night. “Thanks, but –” I can’t finish my thought because the heaviness is back. The coughing fit starts again.

“How’s that doctor sounding to you right about now?”

Smartass
.

I’d tell him that if I could stop coughing or vomiting long enough.
Ugh
. When I am finally able to breathe again, I turn back to him. I don’t even know if I have enough energy to pick myself up from the floor. “Good. Sounds good.” I put my hand out for him to help me up. “Need some help, please.”

He smiles shaking his head. “Sexy even puking and coughing your brains out.” He takes my hand and pulls me up to him. The gravitation that I remember feeling last night is still very much there as I fall into his hard body. We both pause as he warily watches me. “You okay. Maybe just take a minute and get your balance.”

“Thank you. You’re sweet,” I whisper.

He chuckles.
He’s laughing at me
. I’m glad he finds this amusing because I’m completely humiliated. He smirks. “You’re welcome. Let’s get you dressed.” He takes my hand and starts to walk me back to the bedroom.

I don’t move when he tries to move me. He turns back to me and gazes at me expectantly. “Actually, I really need to take a shower.”

“Sure. That may actually help your cough.” He walks over to the shower, opens the door, turns the water on, and then closes the door back. It doesn’t take long before steam is billowing from the glass encased stall. “There you go,” he says as he re-opens the door and motions for me to climb into the stall.

I’m surprised he hasn’t assumed he’s invited. He probably will never want to see me again after this. And that is fine because I’m not sure I want to see him after this embarrassing debacle. Even though Bradley and I aren’t committed to one another, I can’t shake the guilt I am feeling this morning from my reckless decision last night. Bradley aside, what the hell was I thinking bringing some stranger, hot albeit, but stranger none the less, back to my place?

“You gonna get in, or what?”