Chapter Eight
“Ian,” Leda whispered, holding her arms out to him.
Ian smiled down at her as he pulled the covers aside and settled his body over hers.
Hard and naked, he pressed deliciously against her. Her s*x pulsed madly, melting open with need.
She parted her legs, offeing herself as a loving cradle to him. The swollen head of his erection pushed against her slit. The intimate friction caused her to moan.
He bent his face to hers, whisperring her name over and over…
Leda opened her eyes. Ian’s face still hovered over hers. She blinked. He did not disappear. Crinkles of a smile creased the planes of his cheeks. His hazel eyes twinkled down at her.
“Ian?”
He leaned in closer. “Aye, it’s me. I couldn’t wait to see you.” He put a hand to her cheek. “Apparently, you feel the
