I'm Yours by Erin Randall Page B

her lips while he felt her powerful orgasm
from insider her body caused Ian to grit his teeth and bite back
words that he wasn’t yet ready to say to Kara. Swallowing the words
back down, Ian collapsed on the bed with Kara still on top of him.
He was still fully imbedded in her as they lay on the bed, both
struggling to catch their breath.
    “I think that really gets you off a grá.”
    “What does?”
    “Being on top. That was a powerful orgasm and
I felt every twitch of those muscles inside your sweet pussy.”
    “I do like being in control, but it was the
way you watched yourself that was such a turn on for me this
time.”
    “The way I watched myself? Christ! You make
me sound like Narcissus! I was watching the way your pretty little
lips were taking my cock in. I was watching what you do to me, not
just me. I just felt that by the way.”
    “What?”
    I’m still inside you a grá and very sensitive
from a pretty mind blowing orgasm. I felt your tight little channel
clench when I said ‘cock’. I now have proof that you love it when I
talk dirty.”
    “I never said I didn’t like it.”
    “No, but you act all scandalized.”
    “How would you have me act when you talk like
that?”
    “Well, you could whisper dirty things into my
ear in reply. You could stick your hand down my pants to show me
how much you want my cock. Aha! It worked again. You love cock!
Aaah, I better stop saying it or you’re going to make me hard
again.”
    “Ian!”
    “Come on baby, admit it! You love it when I
talk dirty.”
    “It…turns me on when you talk dirty.”
    “That’s exactly what it’s meant to do, love.
Now…tell me you love my cock!”
    Kara pushed herself up and got off of Ian. He
made a disappointed sound and tried to grab her, but she lunged
away from the bed. After cleaning herself up and straightening her
clothes, Kara walked back into the room to find Ian looking down at
his phone with a frown on his face. After pulling her panties back
on, Kara tossed Ian his shirt.
    “What’s the matter?” she asked as she sat on
the bed and curled into his side.
    “I tried to text Connor but haven’t had a
reply yet. I like the idea of having another set of eyes watching
over you.”
    Ian smoothed his hands over her back as Kara
considered their options. Maybe his cousin Connor could take her
back to Chicago so Ian could go help Ronan. She knew she should
offer to do that, but when she thought about Ian getting hurt, she
wanted to throw up. She had a sinking feeling she was in love with
him. Even worse, she suspected he was more turned on by the
intrigue and danger than he was by her. She was about to offer to
leave when there was a knock at the door. When she pulled away,
Ian’s eyebrows were drawn together as if he were confused or
worried. He put his index finger to his lips telling her to be
quiet.
    “Connor?” she whispered in his ear.
    “He’s supposed to watch, not visit,” Ian
whispered as he set her on the bed.
    Kara watched as Ian lifted the leg of his
jeans and pulled out his gun before scooting to the edge of the
bed. Trying not to look like a scared rabbit, Kara kept her eyes
trained on the gun. She’d never seen one in real life until a few
days ago. She would never get used to Ian waving one around.
    “Bathroom, now!” he commanded quietly as he
stood from the bed. She stood but didn’t move away. “Now!” he
whispered again.
    Kara tiptoed to the bathroom door then turned
to look at Ian. He made a motion for her to go all the way into the
bathroom while he crept to the door. As she stood in the bathroom,
Kara prayed it was just Connor letting Ian know he was there. Kara
heard a loud crash and a grunt but it didn’t sound like a gunshot.
Before she could stop herself she ran out into the room. Three
large men came into the room and she could see they had broken the
door down and crushed Ian between the door and the wall.
    “Ian!” She screamed trying to get to him.
    “Ian?” one of the