Part 11 (1/2)

She sighed, wis.h.i.+ng there were words that would help, knowing there were none. She understood so much more about his side of things now.

”It makes sense you'd resent them. But it also makes sense that a part of you wants to be included in their family, especially since your sisters are close with Sienna.”

He glanced at her, looking more the hurt young boy than the composed man she was used to seeing.

”Well, it doesn't matter, does it? Because Alex wants nothing to do with me.”

”He'll come around.” She hoped. Because the guilt was killing her.

But guilt and her best friend's disapproval didn't change her feelings for Ian, which were developing and growing stronger in a very short period of time. She was still shaken up by seeing shades of her parents in her interactions with Ian, but the facts weren't the same as her memories. And this revealing conversation showed her that even if she had flashbacks, she needed to remember to view Ian differently than she did her own father.

”And if he doesn't come around?” Ian asked, still on their conversation about Alex.

Riley knew what he was asking, and she didn't want to choose. She couldn't. ”All I know is, right now, I want everything to do with you.”

She rose and straddled him, her knees on either side of his waist, her s.e.x directly over his now-thickening erection.

His hips surged upward, and he let out a low groan. ”I know what you're doing.”

”Really? Enlighten me.”

He met her gaze, heat and desire simmering in the depths. ”I spilled my guts, and now you're distracting me so you don't have to spill yours about what happened with you.”

He was right, not that she'd admit it. ”Today wasn't about me.” And she wasn't in the mood to revisit her childhood out loud, when she'd just gotten him beyond his, at least for now.

”That's a non-answer.” He braced his hands on her waist, seemingly more himself.

”I don't want to dig into my past right now. Okay?”

His gaze sharpened. ”What happened earlier had to do with your past?”

She hadn't meant to reveal even that much. Seeking a distraction, she ground down on his hard length, moaning when the sensations rushed through her, delicious waves of yearning that precipitated the building of a fast o.r.g.a.s.m.

His fingers pressed deeper into her flesh, and her flimsy, lace panties grew wetter. Heat spread from her core throughout every part of her being.

”I will get to know you,” he said, his words a definite warning.

Maybe so, but not right now. She slid her body away from his so there was enough s.p.a.ce to give her room to ease her hand into the elastic waist of his pants and brush the head of his c.o.c.k.

His erection jerked against her hand.

”Commando?” she asked, the very thought sending heat spiraling through her.

He shrugged, as if his lack of underwear were an everyday occurrence. ”I sleep nude, might as well make life as easy as possible.”

”I can't say I mind.” She eased her fingers deeper so she could wrap them around his velvety, thick p.e.n.i.s.

His hips bucked, his gaze darkened, and his erection grew even more solid beneath the firm grip of her hand. Knowing she could wreak havoc with his control caused a rush of pleasure to storm her senses. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s throbbed with the need to be touched, but this wasn't about her.

She wanted to take his mind off his family's rejection. Make him feel better. Just make him feel.

She pulled his s.h.i.+rt up and off then leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest. She breathed in his heady masculine scent, wet her lips, then licked one firm nipple. The salty taste inflamed her senses, and she wanted more.

He shuddered and groaned. Encouraged, she ran her tongue around and around the rigid peak, losing herself in everything that was Ian. His hair-roughened chest beneath her palm, his hot skin, and his incredible taste had her s.h.i.+fting her lower body, but there was no relief to be found. Only building desire.

Instinct had her wanting to bite, and she nipped him with her teeth.

”Holy s.h.i.+t.”

His fingers bit into her waist, and the edge of pain heightened her desire. Tightening her grip, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft. His c.o.c.k thrust upward, and pre-come moistened her palm. He groaned, and with her lips still against his chest, his big body trembled.

”You feel so good in my hand. So hot and thick. So ready to come.”

”I'm not going to let you play much longer,” he warned her.

”You will,” she said, squeezing his c.o.c.k in her hand. ”Want to know why?” She looked into his handsome face.

”Why?” he asked, his expression a mix of pleasure and pain.

”Because I'm asking you nicely.”

He slid his hand into her hair, another warning his willing lack of control was coming to an end.

”Please let me make you feel good.” She peppered soft kisses over his delicious skin, moving lower until her mouth hit the top of his pants.

She slid to the floor. ”Please,” she asked again, hooking her hands into his waistband and urging him to help her tug his pants down and off.

He met her gaze, and the turmoil she saw almost had her giving in, but she wanted this. Wanted to see this big, strong man give over to her this one time.

”You have control issues.” She pinned him with what she hoped was her most serious gaze.

”That goes without saying.”

She nodded. ”After what you told me today, I think I understand why. You had everything you believed in stripped away from you, and you had to take over as the head of your family. Control makes you feel like you won't be hurt again,” she said.

He shuddered, her words clearly hitting a nerve. She remained on her knees, waiting.

”I won't hurt you,” she said in a soft voice. ”Just trust me.”

With a low oath, he stood and let his sweats fall to the floor. Pleasure and relief suffused her as he tossed them away and lowered himself back to the couch.

She slid her fingers up his thigh, her hand looking small and delicate next to him. She crawled up between his legs and studied his hot, thick length, sure he'd grown even bigger in the last few minutes.

Undeterred, she licked his shaft, up then down, coating him with moisture before taking him in deep. He was so hot, so big, she hoped she could do this, and continued to envelop him.

”Oh, f.u.c.k, baby.” His hand gripped her hair hard. ”You feel so good.”

Moisture trickled from her s.e.x. Doing this for him was making her even needier. She tightened her mouth around his shaft and began to draw her lips up and down, creating an intense suctioning she both heard and felt. Her jaw stretched; her eyes watered. She added her hand, the moisture provided by her mouth making for slick ease of movement.