Fuck.
I need her.
“Ian.” The needy whimper in her voice as she says my name is more than I can take.
“Give me that mouth.”
Lowering my head, I give her time to tell me no or turn away before my lips take hers. Nipping at the plump flesh of her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth and sucking on it. My mouth plays with hers, exploring her, getting to know what she likes again.
I press a kiss to her lips then back off, over and over, driving myself insane until she can’t take it anymore and wraps her arms around my neck. Lifting her up, my hands grip her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist. Using my hold on her, I grind the heat between her thighs against my dick. She whimpers into my kiss, her hands threading through my hair for something to hold onto.
Walking the few feet into my bedroom, I drop her onto my bed. My lips travel up her jaw, suck on the flesh of her earlobe, then down her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin, leaving evidence behind. My beard is rough against the sensitive flesh of her throat, perfect imprints of my teeth.
Using her legs for leverage, she lifts her hips to grind against me, sending fireworks exploding behind my eyes. My eyes close and I groan into her skin. I want to bathe in her, roll her around my sheets so they smell like her.
I reach for her t-shirt, but she grabs my wrist to stop me. My gaze meets her.
“Wait.”
“No.” The word is more a growl than anything else.
“Ian,” she moans when my hand caresses her stomach. “We need to talk.”
“Later.” Sitting up, I reach for her pants and pull them down her legs to drop on the floor.
The dark blue lace of her panties taunts me with its peak-a-boo look at what I crave. Gripping the center of her underwear, I jerk the fabric until it rips. She gasps, but her objection turns into a guttural moan when my tongue sweeps up her pussy. Her flavor explodes in my mouth, sweet and musky. Like a starved man, I devour every inch of her, licking her lips, lapping up her juices, sucking on her clit. Two fingers slide inside her easily. She’s soaked for me, ready for whatever I want to give her. With a come-hither motion of my fingers and my lips around her clit, her back bows off the bed and she comes with a strangled moan. Her hand rips at my hair and her hips ride my face. I watch her every move, wanting more.
“No one touches this pussy but me.” I sink my teeth into her inner thigh, leaving my mark on her skin.
Wiping my mouth off, I pull the towel off my hips and sink home. Her pussy grips me tight, swollen with her orgasm, her muscles still fluttering. Desperate for the fall, I set a brutal pace, riding her hard, leaving bruises on her hips, my body snapping against hers as I chase the high only her body can give me.
“You’re fucking mine, Wildflower. Mine.”
Her back arches off the mattress again, her hands gripping my blankets and her head thrashing on the bed. A light sheen of sweat covers my body.
Leaning forward, I wrap my hand around her throat. Her breathing turns to a wheeze, and my dick hardens at the sound, at the control I have over her.
As I reach for her, her fingers wrap around my wrist.
Using my hold on her, I roll us so she’s riding me. Her palms flatten against my chest as she catches herself. Pulling her lips to mine, I claim her mouth as my cock claims her pussy. I thrust up into her, my thumb circling her clit until she’s squeezing me in a vise grip.
“Please,” she rasps, her eyes on mine.
“Give it to me.”
Just as her orgasm peaks, I release her throat, and she screams, my name falling from her lips while my hips buck into her. A tingle starts at my lower back and quickly consumes me, filling her pussy with my seed. She falls forward on my chest, boneless.
I’m breathing hard, coated in sweat and contentment. This is the way I should start every day. My eyes close and I toss an arm over Eva’s back while we recover.
“Shit.”
I sigh, knowing she’s about to fight me. She came here for a reason, and a booty call wasn’t it.
Eva pushes against my chest and climbs off. My now half-soft dick slaps against my stomach as she grabs her clothes and finds the bathroom.
Shit. Is she on birth control?
I scrub a hand down my face and sit up. Opening a dresser drawer, I find a pair of pajama pants and slide them on. I have a feeling this isn’t a “naked” conversation.
Knowing she’s going to come out of the bathroom swinging, I head to the kitchen to make coffee. She’s obviously been awake for a while and can think clearly. I need to catch up.
I’m pouring coffee into my mug when she stomps in.
“God damn it, Ian!” she hollers, her hand on her hip and chest heaving.
“Morning, Wildflower.” I lean back against the counter, taking a drink and wincing when I burn my tongue.
“Don’t you Wildflower me.”
Setting the mug on the counter, I crowd her against the wall, leaning into her space.
“You’re my wildflower whether you want to admit it or not.”
The pulse in her neck jumps.
“You’re mine.”
Her eyes meet mine, those grass-green orbs sucking me in. “I’m not. I haven’t been in a long time.”
“It doesn’t matter where you go. You’ll always be mine.”
She shakes her head, but holds back whatever she was going to say.
“Why did you use my last name?”
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “I told you. I didn’t trust him with my real name.”
“I think it’s because you knew you were mine. You were meant to be mine. You want to be mine.”
A tear falls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.
“Please don’t.” Her watery eyes meet mine. “You don’t know what you’re asking me.”
My palms cup her cheeks, my forehead leaning against hers.
“I do know. Having you here and not being mine is killing me. There’s no one else for me. There never was.”
“You don’t understand,” she weeps, tears now falling faster than I can wipe them away. “I can’t be what you need.”
A sob claims her, shaking her entire body. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her into my chest. This woman is crazy if she thinks there is anything that will stop me from needing her.
Like the storm that brought her home, she rushes from my apartment.
Why is she always running from me? What is it about me that makes it so damn easy for her to leave?
I don’t chase her. Not this time. Whatever is going on in her head, she isn’t ready to share it yet. She needs to work it out herself before she’ll tell me.
Needing a distraction, I get dressed without taking a shower first. Her scent still on my skin calms me just enough to keep me from pummeling my brother’s face.
Hopping in my truck, I head out to the ranch. There’s always something to do out there. I cruise the streets without needing to think about which way to go. I’ve driven this path so many times, my muscles know the way by heart. As I pass a few places, people wave, and I lift a hand back.
I love this town. I always have. It’s in my blood. It’s where I want to raise my own family.
But what if that’s not what she wants?
If she wants to leave, will I go with her?
I park my truck next to the barn and set out. The wind is whipping through the fields today. Looking up at the sky, the clouds are heavy and there’s a bite in the air. We probably won’t get snow today, but it’s coming soon. Maybe tomorrow.