Anew: Book Three: Entwined by Josie Litton Page B

tongue her fiercely, and
make her come hard and fast. But I also want more.
    Above me, she moans, “Oh, god, Ian…!”
    I don’t need any encouragement but
she’s provided it all the same. I shift slightly and urge her legs a little
further apart.
    “Hold onto me,” I murmur and swirl
my tongue around her opening. Her hands tighten, pulling my hair. The small
sting of pain helps center me.
    Tongue fucking Amelia is one of my
favorite pastimes. I indulge in it fully now, persisting until her gorgeous
legs are shaking and she’s gasping my name again. Only then do I push her
gently back against the wall of the shower and give her clit the attention it
deserves.
    A few hard, fast swirls of my
tongue bearing down on her is all it takes. She comes in a rush, gasping,
sobbing as I refuse to relent but drive her higher and higher. I want her to
feel it all, everything she possibly can without my actually being inside her. Before
I’m done, she’ll fucking forget that there’s any world apart from what I can
make her feel.
    Her legs give way. I catch her
before she can fall and stand with her in my arms. “It’s all right,
sweetheart,” I murmur as she shudders against me, gasping for breath, and
burrows her head into my shoulder. Outside the shower, I set her on her feet
carefully and keep hold of her as I grab a soft white bath sheet, wrapping it
around her. Gently, I ease her onto an upholstered bench, grab a smaller towel
and loop it around my hips. It doesn’t do much to conceal my raging hard-on but
it does help me maintain some measure of control.
    “I’m going to dry your hair,” I
say. “All right?”
    Her eyes meet mine in the mirror in
front of us. Her pupils are dilated from the after effects of the pleasure I’ve
given her but I see questions in them as well. Slowly, she nods.
    I take my time, pressing the water
from each chestnut strand. Her head falls back as she groans with contentment. The
pressure against my groin has me gritting my teeth but I persevere. When her
hair is no more than mildly damp, I find a brush and ease it through the wild
tangle of curls. I’ve never done this for a woman before but it feels natural
with Amelia. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
    Our eyes meet again in the mirror.
I manage to smile even though it hurts.
    Control. Nothing is more important
than that.
    “Would you like to have dinner
now?” I ask.
    I don’t know if I’m trying to
reassure myself or her that I’ve still got it together but to my infinite
relief, she shoots me a look that suggests she’s seriously considering calling
Rosen. Before I can process what’s happening, she’s standing in front of me,
the tips of her fingers gently stroking down my biceps and forearms until they
curl loosely around my wrists.
    Leaning closer, holding me, she
brushes my ear lobe with her lips and murmurs, “Later. First, I want you to
come inside me.”

Chapter Ten

    Amelia
     
    H e’s torturing me. I’m reasonably sure that’s not what
Ian intends but it’s the effect all the same.
    I know this because a tiny part of
my mind is still working. The rest is drowning under the waves of pleasure he’s
unleashed with his too-skillful hands and mouth, his body, his heat, all of him
except what I told him I wanted.
    His cock he’s withheld and I’m
damned if I’ll beg for it again.
    I don’t know for certain how or why
this contest of wills has exploded between us only that it has to do with Ian
proving to me that he can maintain control while I, heaven help me, am
desperate for him to lose it.
    And getting more so by the moment.
    Writhing on the bed, panting, I
moan, “Please…!”
    Oh, no! I wasn’t going to say that.
    He lifts his head from the apex of
my thighs and grins wolfishly up the length of my naked, straining body.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
    I shut my mouth stubbornly. I’m not
going to say another word. He can just--
    “Oooh, Ian, please !”
    I’m so close--again--trembling