Chapter Three
Ian grabs me from behind and I jump three feet—at least that’s the way it feels. I stop chopping celery for the chowder. This kind of surprise is dangerous with a knife in my hand. With his lips at my neck, his breath tickles my skin, shivers run up and down my spine. I didn’t realize how horny I was, or how much I’ve been holding back.
“Ooo, yes, you can do that more,” I breathe out softly.
“Like that, huh?”
I turn in his arms, my body sort of oozing into his warmth. I run my hand through his dark hair, and watch his lips turn into a smile. Pressing his groin into mine we tango as we kiss. I feel his erection against my thigh. Hot. His throbbing makes my insides throb. The ache begins to burn in me. I want it there, the thrust, the pounding, relentless good s*x. I want m
