Into the Flames (Out of the Ashes #2) by S. M. Lynn Page A

down.  Yes, I bought the building.  I had to make sure you would be safe and the easiest way to bump up security was just to own the property.  Fewer hoops to jump through.  Now as for the house, I’m having some renovations done right now; partly concerning security, the rest is a surprise and you’ll just have to wait until it’s finished to see.  So the house won’t be livable for another 6 months minimum.  And of course we can stay at the penthouse when we need to, security there is not an issue but we need a place to come away from work.  And though I hate to impose on Gavin, he seems more than happy to have me come stay.  Something about you finally stopping all the moping, I think is what he said.”  Ian’s panty-dropping smile is back in full force.
    “No way do you get to tease me ab out how miserable I was.  That’s just not fair.  And Gavin, well, I’ll deal with him later.”  I stand and move behind him, wrapping my arms around his midsection.  “As for you staying with me, I’m so happy I can’t even begin to describe.  First you come back to me and now you’re moving in.  Life is pretty close to perfect right now.”  I run kisses up the back of his neck and his hands press mine more firmly into his abdomen.  I can feel the ridges of his perfect stomach separated from me only by the flimsy material of his t-shirt.
    I begin lightly stroking his stomach with the tips of my fingers.  “Sweetheart, our breakfast.”  My fingers stop but instead of going back to sit down I move around in front of him.  His lips glide softly over mine.  His tongue searching for entry, stroking my lips gently until I part them giving him what he is asking for.  “Lauren.”  His voice is heavy with desire and I know he can see his own desire reflected in my eyes. 
    “Please.”  I plead with him.  That is all the encouragement he needs.  He stands, breakfast forgotten, cradling me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom.  Once he sets me down on the bed and closes the door, he moves over me and slowly peels my shirt from my body.  He hovers there a moment just taking in the sight of my lace clad breasts before his attention focuses on the button of my jeans.  Soon they join my shirt on the floor.  His eyes are once again attuned to my body.  His eyes roam my body, as do his hands, making it feel as if two people are touching me at once.  “Ian, please.”  I tug his shirt free from his jeans and struggle to get it over his head.  My movements are feverish and I suddenly feel like if I don’t have him inside me now I will explode from the want. 
    “Shh, sweetheart.”  He says as I whimper at the sight of his muscular chest and stomach.  His muscles are rippling with excitement as I run my fingers against the grooves between them.  He lets out a loud growl when I run my nails over his chest.  I pull at the button on his jeans.  Oh, I love it when he goes commando.  Soon I have pushed them down enough to free his large erection.  The sight of him takes my breath away.  He is truly beautiful in every way.   A bead of pre-cum sits on his tip and I long to lap it up.  Shifting suddenly, I throw him off balance and take him in my mouth.  Licking up and down his shaft until he is groaning in need.  “Lauren, stop.  Fuck, Lauren.”  I’m riding high on the fact that I make this man fall apart, just me.  “Sweetheart.”  He pleads as he pulls me on top of him, claiming my mouth with his. 
    “I’m sorry,” I whisper seductively.  “I just couldn’t wait to taste you.”
    “You are so fucking sexy.  Do you know that?”  He quickly flips us so that he is back on top.  “Now it’s my turn for a taste.”  He runs his tongue over each breast and then down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs.  “Lauren, you smell so good.  Good enough to eat I would say.”  Then his tongue is running through my wet folds.  “Fucking honey.  I never