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Ian groans at my reaction to his touch, his tongue busy searching my mouth. He sucks and kisses my bottom lip before he starts to kiss down my throat making me gasp again.

             
He starts unbuttoning my shirt, but after the first button he gives up and kneels on the bed in front of me.  With both hands he rips my shirt apart and I hear buttons hitting the wall.  My breasts are rising and falling in time with my very fast heart beat. 

             
"You are so amazingly beautiful," he moans before his lips move to the swell of my breasts right above my lacy bra.  He moves his hands up my sides until they're cupping each breast.  Running his index finger under the lace of my bra he frees both breasts from the material.  He licks and sucks over my nipple and then moves to the next one. I can feel my nipples harden against his mouth and I arch my back pushing them into him more.  

             
"Ian," his hand is now moving down my flat belly and is trying to slip under the waist of my skirt.  He finds the zipper on the side and I hear the metallic sound of it being undone.  I move my hips up so he can pull the skirt off of me.  Bending my knees, he slips it all the way off and tosses it over his shoulder. 

             
His eyes are on me as I am now bare, except for my white lacy thong and the bra that is not covering anything.  My whole body is on fire as his eyes roam over me.

             
He moves back to my lips taking me in another kiss as his hand moves under my thong.  One finger slips into me and then out to spread my wetness to my clit.  Oh my God, it is like nothing I have ever experienced. He moves his thumb slowly over my clit as his lips are on mine.

             
"You are so wet. Do you know how much it turns me on that you are so wet for me, baby?" Ian growls moving his lips down my throat as he continues his slow torturous movement of his thumb.  He slips his finger into me again and then another, thrusting in and out.

             
"You are so soft and tight." His tongue now circling my nipple, and he bites down gently on the hard bud making my hips thrust into his hand.  "Come for me, Aubrey.  I want you to come." The combination of his smell, his hand, and his lips on me make me do just that.  It is mind blowing as liquid hot lava bursts through my body.

             
"Oh. My. God. Ian." His eyes meet mine as my body is jerking wildly under his expert touch.  He is still fully clothed and I want to feel him. I want to rip his clothes off of him now and return the favor of the amazing gift he gave me.

             
His hand leaves my sex and I feel the loss immediately.  All I want is for him to be there again. He draws his finger that was just inside of me to his lips and puts it in his mouth tasting me.  Then he puts it in my mouth, slowly drawing it back and forth through my lips and over my tongue allowing me to taste my arousal.  It so fucking sexy and intimate having his long, strong finger in my mouth as he watches me suck on it.

             
"You taste so sweet," he says removing his finger to claim my mouth with his as he dives his tongue deep into me.  I move my hands down his chest and start fumbling with the buttons. He doesn't leave my mouth and I finally complete my task.  Running my hands up his tight abs, every muscle defined beneath my fingers, I feel him tremble under my touch. 

             
He helps me by shrugging out of his shirt then stands up to remove his trousers.  That is when I get a good look at him.  He is a god; a magnificent, muscular god. My breath hitches at the sight of him. His arms are bulging muscles covered in tanned golden skin.  His pecs and washboard abs are tight and end in one of the most mouth watering v-cuts I have ever seen.  His boxer briefs are straining, holding in his erection.  I admire the view for a few seconds before I move to the edge of the bed. 

             
"You are beautiful," I whisper as I wrap my arms around his waist and place a kiss on his tight stunning stomach.  His hands are in my hair and I hear him groan so deep that it makes his body vibrate under my touch. He reaches for me, pulling me to stand in front of him, my face in his hands as he slowly kisses me.  I know he is having a hard time holding back, but he is keeping his promise of going slow.

             
His strong hands run up my back where he unclasps my bra and tugs it off my shoulders.  Then they slide down my back to my ass.  The sound he makes is so very urgent and so very primal.

             
"I can't wait much longer. I need to be inside you."  He growls kneeling in front of me.

             
"Yes, Ian, please," I answer gasping for air as he is slides my thong down my legs, steadying me as I step out of them. 

             
"Beautiful, baby," he moans as his lips graze my belly and then between my breasts as he raises back up.

             
"Ian, please." I can't wait much longer either. I need him inside of me too.  It’s a need greater then I have ever felt.

             
"Tell me." His voice is low as he growls into my mouth. I grab the waist of his boxers and tug them down.

             
"Ian," I moan as his erection springs free.  I become light headed at the sight of it.  The veins are bulging; it is rigid and so very big. Wrapping one arm around my waist he lifts me onto the bed positioning me underneath him.  He has a condom wrapper in his hand and is tearing it open with his teeth.  Frantically he rolls it onto the tip and then pushes my legs open with his knees. I feel the bell of his cock press ever so lightly at my opening. 

             
"This is going to be torture for me. I want in you so bad right now it hurts.  But you are so fucking tight I'm going to go slow," he moans, searching my eyes for permission.

             
I nod. I want him in me and I don't care how he does it, just as long as he does.

             
He slowly pushes in a little stretching me around him.  It feels so good my hips rise to meet him.

             
"Damn, Aubrey, I'm not going to be able to hold back if you keep doing that."  He pushes in a little further, his dark eyes focused on me. "You feel so good baby, like nothing I have ever felt."  He groans taking my lips thrusting his tongue in time with the small thrusts of his cock.  Every movement he goes a little deeper making me feel so full, utterly taken by him.

There's pain the further he goes but it is good pain.  I want all of him and I want it now.

              "Ian, fuck me please!" Is all the permission he needs and he impales his cock deep inside me all the way to my core. "Oh God!" I scream at the invasion.  He doesn't move until I start to writhe underneath him.

             
"You are mine, Aubrey," he growls into my ear, his face buried into my neck as he continues thrusting in and out of me. "Tell me you’re mine," he demands, eyes now on me as I am unconscious with pleasure.

             
"I'm yours." I don't care what he wants me to say right now, I would say anything for him.  My hands are on his back, fingernails scraping at his skin about to come again. 

             
"Oh God.......fuck yes, come for me again," he yells as all sense of time and space is lost to me. I convulse under him, feeling every pulsing inch as my insides squeeze and milk him. "Fuck." He growls again as he comes, a low moan escaping his throat.  We are both slick with sweat and panting.  His face is buried in my neck and his chest is pushing down on my breasts. Still buried deep inside of me, he rolls us over so I'm on top straddling him.  My face is now resting on his firm chest and I feel him relax under me.  His heart is beating so hard it sounds like a loud drum under my ear.

 

              We are silent as our breathing returns to normal.  After what feels like an hour, I roll off of him and my body instantly protests the loss. Ian removes the condom, ties it off, and leans over the bed to throw it away. 

             
He's back at my side in seconds pulling me to him. I rest my head half on his chest and half on his arm.  My fingers start tracing the tattoo on his right pec that I am just now noticing.  It’s angel wings and has some inscription in what looks like Latin underneath.  It's very beautiful and I want to ask him what it means, but I don't feel right. That seems too personal. 
Hell, what we just did was as personal as it gets and you can't ask him what his tattoo means?  You are all kinds of fucked up, Aubrey Jackson

             
"It means ‘gone but not forgotten,’" Ian answers, as if he's reading my mind. His hands are gently rubbing up and down my back.  I look up at him and he looks so serene and peaceful. He gives me a dimpled smile as his deep blues meet mine.  He's lost someone very special to him; so special he had it tattooed on his body.  I find myself also wanting to ask, but I don't.

             
"It's beautiful," is all I say, returning my head to rest in the crook of his arm.

             
"You’re beautiful, Ms. Jackson," he replies.  I nuzzle my face into his chest and Ian grabs the duvet throwing it over us.  Within seconds, I'm asleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

             
When I awake, I feel like I had the best dream. I'm still smiling as the night comes back to me.  I roll over and there he is. He still smells amazing.  He's on his stomach; one leg is sprawled out crooked over the covers and one hand is buried under the pillow.  God, he is so stunning I can hardly look away at the sight of him sleeping so soundly next to me.  The sun streaking into the window makes his golden skin look amazing against the stark white duvet.  His calf muscles and his feet are like works of art. 
Jesus Christ, Aubrey, get it together already. He’s just a man. A god of a man, but still just a man
.

             
I feel like I should be freaking out right now at what he was saying last night; about how I was his and that I agreed with him that I was, but I'm not. Last night was very passionate, and like me, I'm sure he only said those things in the throes of passion.

             
He knows I don't want a relationship, so I am positive he probably doesn't want one either. Hell, he's just as busy as I am. I'm sure it was only the heat of the moment.
Please let it have been just the heat of the moment
.

             
The clock on the table says 9:30.  Shit, my flight leaves in 3 hours.  I still need to talk to Ethan about the job and living arrangements.  I sneak out of bed and quietly shut the door to the bathroom. 

             
I'm in the shower washing away last night's smells and it makes me sad. I do love the smell of Ian on me.  He has the most intoxicating scent.  I hurry though not having time to diddle doddle in the shower. 

             
After I dry off I wrap the large, white fluffy towel around me and tuck it right above my breasts.  Shit! I realize all my clothes are in the bedroom.  God I hope he is still asleep so I can sneak out, grab some clothes, and get dressed before he wakes up.  I want clothes on before he wakes because I'm not sure if I could resist him if he would try to get some morning sex.  That's too much, that's too relationshipy. 
But damn if I wouldn't love it
.

             
I slowly open the bathroom door and look at the bed. It's empty. Oh good, maybe he left already.  God I hope he left already.
No I don't. He didn't even say goodbye
.  Why does that bother me, it's easier this way.  I can get out and get back to New York without worrying about it until I see him next week to work on the contracts. 
Shit, he didn't even say goodbye
.

             
I'm lost in my thoughts when I see my aquamarine shirt lying on the floor in shreds.  I smile to myself remembering how it felt when Ian ripped it off of me, then sadness again for not even saying goodbye. Shaking it off I hurry and dress in cut off jean shorts and a tight cotton t-shirt.  I walk around the room picking up my discarded clothes and grab my suitcase from the closet so I can start packing. 

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