Deep Blue Impact (Deep Blue Series) (6 page)

             
“Hi.” He’s beaming at me and there is an utter look of relief on his face. He turns to the bimbo next to him, “Sorry my date's here,” then turns back to me placing his hand on the small of my back.  He guides me toward one of the corner booths.  I hear the bimbo scoff at him or me, but I don’t give shit because Ian has his strong, large, gorgeous hand on my back and I can feel the heat running through me. 
Yep, definitely wet
.

             
I slide into the half-moon shaped booth thinking he'd go to the other side, but no he slides in right after me.  Do I keep going around or do I stay sitting next to him? I don’t know what to do and decide sitting next to him is not a good idea so I keep moving over. Sitting on the corner will gives us some distance and I can look at him without turning my head.

             
He seems

disappointed that I kept going
, but he’s going to have to be OK with it.
That's not why I am here buddy
.

             
“Aubrey, I’m so glad you came tonight. I wanted you to know that I had no idea who you were last night when I came on to you,” he says taking a sip of his drink and looking very serious at me.  Man I need a drink, and just like that a cute little pixie of a waitress pops her head up and asks what we need. 

             
“I’ll have another whiskey, and Aubrey would like wine.” He directs her toward me but the evil little pixie doesn’t look at me.  She is batting her eyelashes at Ian. 
I’m your boss bitch, you better stop that
!

             
“Grey goose martini, dirty,” I snap and she finally looks my way. When she sees me she realizes who I am and gives me an apologetic look before she runs to get our drinks. 
No worries little pixie, he is a GOD so I can’t quite blame you
.

             
“I really want you to know that I didn’t come on to you because of who you are.  It was nothing but pure animal attraction that drove me last night,” he says in the sexiest low, growly voice I could ever imagine being spoken.
Yep I’m in trouble, big trouble
.

             
“I believe you, Ian. You looked as shocked as I was.”
Now let’s talk about that animal attraction some more
.

             
“Actually, I had been going out of my mind trying to figure out how I was going to find you. I even had a plan figured out if you didn’t show tonight. I was going to find concierge Ethan and torture him for information.” He laughs and even his laugh is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.  

             
“But then you were here and it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.  I almost didn’t go through with the presentation because my head was swimming with you and how I'd find you again.”  He scoots a little closer to me and I stay firmly planted.
Where is that evil little pixie with my drink
?  Remember why you’re here Aubrey. He’s staring at me with those piercing blue eyes.  I can’t seem to look away, but I’m saved by the pixie with our drinks.  I take one sip, then another, before I dare try to talk.

             
“And you’re here. I am so glad you are here.”

             
“Thank God, for Ethan’s sake at least,” and there is that laugh again. Please stop doing that.  My hands feel clammy and my heart won’t stop racing. He takes a sip of his drink. Oh that face; it is so firm, chiseled, and handsome. 

             
“The reason I did come tonight is to let you know we picked your firm for the job,” I tell him taking another sip of my martini.  The smile and the dimples show up again. 
Oh no, he’s scooting toward me. No, stop, stop
.  His arms engulf me with a very tight and very intimate hug. I smell his intoxicating scent. That's not just cologne, it can't be. I've never smelled anything so amazing in my life. 

             
He’s still hugging me, his large hand rubbing up and down my back.  I finally put my arm around him to return his hug.  I feel the muscles rippling through his shirt and I can’t help my hand from roaming down his arm as he lets go of me, but doesn’t scoot away.  My hand is still on his bicep and his hand is on my knee. Our faces are very close to each other’s. 

             
“You’re happy about the news I take it?” I finally let loose of his arm but he does not take his hand off my knee.

             
“Oh yeah, that’s great news. I wanted a reason to come over and hug you and you gave me the perfect reason.” He smiles that dimpled smile again. That mixed with his scent and his close proximity causes my lips to part on a gasp. 
God, do I want to kiss him right now
.  Instead, I take another drink turning my head away from his. 

             
“Well that is why I came, to tell you that.  Now you know and I should be going,” I say the words, but I don’t move just yet.

             
“So you're going to ignore the chemistry going on between us then?” He says taking my face in his hand and turning me to face him.  His eyes are searching mine.  They are darker now, dark like a storm, and he is very serious.  His hand that is on my knee starts to travel under my skirt, his eyes never leaving mine.  My heart skips a beat and I don’t even know where the tiny moan comes from, but I think it came from me.

             
“Are you going to ignore this, Aubrey?” Ian smiles at the sound I just made and his hand inches up a little more. I put my hand on top of his to stop him from going any further.

             
“Ian, I don’t do this.  I don’t do one night stands.” I’m desperate to get out of here before I give in.
I'm seconds from doing exactly that
.

             
“Who said this is a one night stand?” His face is stone serious as he gets closer to me.  His lips brush mine, and there’s that damn moan again. 
Christ Aubrey
.

             
“I don’t want a relationship either right now, please stop.” I am pleading with him, but can’t seem to move away.

             
“Do you ever have sex?” He has now moved back a couple inches.

             
“Not in a while,” I admit, having no idea why I said that. Other than a momentary relapse on a drunken night in London last year, I hadn't had sex since I left Texas. 

             
He leans back in the booth, putting his arm around the back resting it on the seat right above my shoulder.  “Don’t leave. Can you at least stay and talk for a while, or don't you do that either?"
Okay smart ass
.

             
“OK, but we need some distance. Because, yes Ian, there's major chemistry here.”  I tell him moving over in the seat a couple of inches, even though it doesn’t help.  Why can’t I break the rule just this once? He’s a nice guy, and there is no denying it would be amazing. He smiles and the dimples do me in.

             
“Oh, fuck it.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.  It doesn’t take but a second before his hands are cupping my face and he is controlling the kiss.  Our lips move together, his tongue enters my mouth searching and thrusting. I feel it down between my legs, that tug and then the wet
.  Oh my panties are going to be soaked
.  Our lips are frantic as we can't seem to get close enough to each other.  As his hand travels down my back he pushes me into him. 

His rock hard chest
is crushed against my breasts.  Ian moans a low throaty brute sound.  The sound he makes is hot as hell. It also makes us break the kiss, both of us suddenly remembering we're in public. I look down to see that Ian is hard.  His cock is straining against his trousers and he squirms to adjust. 
Oh my, it’s a biggin’!

             
“I think we should go to my suite to chat,” I tell him averting my eyes from his very large erection.

             
“Yeah, now,” Ian says, catching his breath and helping me out of the booth.  He guides me toward my private elevator. 

              The second the door closes he's on me again. His lips bruising mine, his hands run down my back and over my ass.  Cupping and lifting me up, he pushes his erection against me. A deep animal growl comes from his throat that vibrates through me.  He's at least a good foot taller than me, so my feet are dangling now that he has me eye level.

             
“I have never felt anything like this, baby,” he says into my mouth as my hands start to roam down his chest.  I feel his cut abs under his shirt and I can’t wait to touch the bare skin.  The ding of the elevator wakes me up from my Ian daze. He allows me to slide down his body when I wiggle from his grip.  My feet hit the floor and I feel light headed and unsteady in my heels. 

             
I hurry into the main room of the suite kicking off my heels before I fall, and turn to face Ian who is now stalking me like a tiger hunting his prey.

             
"Ian, wait.  I need to talk to you first," I say still breathing heavy, backing away from him. I move around the leather couch to try and keep some distance, but he follows me.  He’s stalking me around the couch, but I keep moving to keep the distance.  “I don't know anything about you."

             
"What do you want to know?" He says with a smirk on his face as he keeps me moving around the couch.

             
"Do you have a girlfriend?" This stops him in his tracks.  He tilts his head at me giving me a look that says are you fucking kidding me.

             
"I didn't know they were going to be stupid questions. No, I don't have a girlfriend or a wife. I am completely unattached,” he says, pissed like he can't even believe I thought he would be here if he was with someone else.

             
"How old are you?" I am now around to the front of the couch and he is behind it. He starts moving again.

             
"Thirty-one."

             
"Where do you live?" I ask now shuffling behind the couch again as he picks up his pace. God he is so amazingly sexy.  His eyes never leave mine, and there is no denying he'll catch me.
Because I am going to let him
.

             
"North Carolina."

             
There is so much I want to know about him, but for the life of me I can't think of another question.  He's caught up with me now, and I am back against the wall. His arms cage me in, palms flat against the wall on either side of me.

             
"Anything else?" He isn't touching me while he waits for my next question. He's waiting for me to give the go ahead. I don't know how I can feel so much heat from him when he's not touching me.  I feel my chest rising and falling suddenly very aware of every nerve ending in my body.

             
"Don't you want to know anything about me?" I ask, taking in his wonderful scent while trying to even my breaths.

             
"I want to know everything about you, Aubrey Jackson, but right now I want to fuck you. I want to know this body and I want to kiss every inch of it." His face, inches from mine now, moves to just below my ear. "This is not a one night stand. I will know you, baby. I will know everything about you, but first I want to get to know this amazing body," he whispers. I can't help the groan that escapes my parted lips as he licks and kisses along my throat. 

             
"Ian, please," I whisper hoarsely.  His eyes come back to mine, no longer deep blue, but dark with lust and want.

             
"Please what?" He almost looks scared that I am going to tell him to stop.

             
"Please fuck me."  That's all he needs. With a low guttural moan, he bends down and tosses me over his shoulder carrying me like a caveman would.  He makes it to the bedroom in a matter of seconds throwing me onto the bed and I start laughing.  "You're a caveman," I say as he stalks on the bed to get to me.

             
"You're gorgeous. I have never wanted anything ever in my entire life more than I want you right now." His sexy voice does things to me that I never knew existed.   He reaches my lips positioning himself on top of me, and I feel his giant cock as hard as rock against my thigh.

             
"Ian, it's been a long time for me," I say thinking how much his very large cock is probably going to hurt.

             
"How long?" He stops to look into my eyes as his hands reach up my shirt.

             
"Over a year," I admit shyly, looking away from those deep blues that make me want to bare my soul to him.

             
"Hey, look at me," he says moving his head to meet my eyes, "We'll take it slow."  With those sweet sexual words, I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him down to me to take his lips with mine.  His hand continues up my shirt and my whole body quivers when I feel the warmth of his large hand on my belly.