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  "Abbie, no. I'll come. I can't take it," Ian tried to pull her away as his hips thrust helplessly into her mouth.

  She held on hard even as he tried to push her away. There was no way she wasn't tasting him. She grabbed his ass in both hands and bobbed up and down on his cock until he was crying out her name.

  Excitement raced through her and she moaned around his member as her mouth stroked him hard and fast, eager for his release.

  Her nails bit into the skin of his butt cheeks as she urged him to pound into her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair and his body tensed.

  "Oh, God. Abbie," he choked as she felt the pulsations start. As his warm fluid streamed into her mouth, she felt his body trembling. She swallowed, savoring the taste of him. It was salty and tart. It was Ian.

  She licked every drop of him while she stroked his thighs.

  "I told you to stop," he growled playfully as he pulled her to her feet. "I knew I wouldn't last long with that beautiful mouth on me."

  She blinked at him innocently. She was having way too much fun playing the seductress. She had never done it before, but then, she had never had a man desire her like Ian did. "Why, Ian? You didn't like it?"

  He slapped her bottom lightly. "Witch. You know I liked it too much." He stalked her, backing her up until she neared the bed. She started as her knees hit the edge of the mattress.

  Ian ripped the top sheet and the quilt back, collapsing on the bed and pulling her down beside him. He pinned her with one large, muscular arm and propped his head on the other. "I've dreamed of this, Abbie. Seeing your hair spread out on my pillow. You in my bed." He sighed contentedly as he gazed down at her.

  His voice was so wistful and sincere that Abbie felt tears leaking from her eyes.

  "Don't cry, baby. What's wrong?" Ian pulled her into his chest and held her as she began to sob. He stroked her back and held her as she choked out every bit of pain that she had held inside of her for so long.

  They were sobs of relief and signaled the end of her unhappiness. It all came rushing up so fast that she could only cry helplessly on Ian's shoulder.

  If he thought she was insane...he didn't say so. He just held her and comforted her until she had cried every last tear.

  She started to speak as she hiccupped through her last bought of tears. She told Ian everything that had happened with Tim and her insecurities about her own self image.

  Other than a few curses, Ian had listened silently. His body tensed whenever she told him something that left her vulnerable. When she finished his arms tightened protectively around her, as though trying to keep away anything that hurt her.

  "I'm so sorry he hurt you, sweetheart." He stroked her hair, easing all of her tension away. "I'm also glad he left you for me. I adore you. Everything about you is perfect." He hesitated a moment before he added casually, "If you just tell me where he lives...I'll teach him a lesson about how to treat a lady."

  It was so innocent and so totally Ian that Abbie burst out laughing. "That's very kind of you, my valiant knight." God...she adored his alpha male side sometimes and when it was being used to come to her defense, it really made her hot. She had no doubt he would slay all of her dragons if she let him. "Maybe later."

  Not! There was no way in hell I would ever tell him any more about Tim. Her precious Ian would probably end up in jail.

  He laid her back on the pillow and trailed his tongue along her collarbone. "While I love this gown, it's time for it to go."

  He cupped her breasts through the silky material, lowering his head to tongue her nipples. He laved until the material was wet and clinging. His hands caressed while his mouth nipped and stroked.

  Abbie squirmed, feeling the electric sensations of his touch down to her core. When his hands went to strip her of the silky gown, she hesitated unconsciously before she reminded herself that this was Ian. He had exposed himself completely to her. She could do no less. She helped him remove it, wanting to feel skin to skin contact.

  "You're so beautiful, baby. So lush, so ripe." He took her nipple into his mouth and the feel of his warm lips against her naked breast made her release a moan of longing. "It's time we took care of your little problem," he whispered against her breast.

  His mouth tormented as his hands caressed her body, finding every sensitive spot, molding over her ample curves. When he stroked her slit against her panties, she nearly exploded.

  "You're so wet, so ready to be taken, baby," his breath was coming hard and fast as he slid his hand into her panties and stroked her.

  "Oh, God. Ian." Abbie panted and lifted her hips.

  His strokes were long and slow, enough to make Abbie crazy. He grazed her clit, moving along her wet pussy in teasing caresses. He licked lazily down her belly, flicking his tongue into her belly button. As he sat up to pull off her panties, he spread her legs apart.

  Abbie knew what was coming and she closed her eyes. As the first touch of his tongue delved into her needy core she grasped his head and pulled him to her. She could hear his laugh rumbling against her and she shivered.

  His tongue was expert and his mouth scorching. Abbie was whimpering and lifting her hips as he circled her clit. "Please, Ian. Please."

  He stopped teasing and nudged aside the tiny hood covering her pearl. He lashed at it with firm, fast flicks that had her squirming and thrashing her head. Heat consumed her entire body and she felt like she was going to implode.

  He found her empty channel with his large, long fingers and immediately found her sweet spot. Ian pumped into her in time with his seeking tongue, sending her into a state of ecstasy.

  His teeth closed lightly over her clit and she was gone. She moaned as spasm after spasm hit her, sending her mind whirling and her body soaring.

  She pulled his head against her pussy, riding the waves pounding through her. She knew she was screaming his name with abandoned, but she didn't care. It felt too damn good to care about anything.

  Ian lapped at her creamy eruption until he was satisfied that she was spent. She was still panting as he slid up her body.

  She could feel his hard cock against her hip as he kissed her sweetly. She could taste herself on his lips and she burned to have him inside of her. Was it possible to ever get enough of him? She pulled her mouth from his with an anguished cry.

  "Take me, Ian. I can't stand it anymore. Don't mess around." She demanded as she tried to pull him over her. It was like trying to move a Mack truck.

  He chuckled softly but granted her command. He moved over her, his erect cock rubbing against her wet pussy. "You're tight, sweetheart. And I'm large. I need to take it easy," he said softly in her ear, his voice cracking as he fought for control.

  "Just fuck me, Ian." She was desperate to feel him inside of her.

  A harsh laugh exploded from his chest. "So demanding. I love it when you talk dirty to me." His voice was seductive, low and passionate. He obviously did love her to talk dirty.

  He placed the head of his cock against her aching channel. She bucked her hips, wanting him to fill it. She knew he was trying to be careful...but she didn't want careful. She had dreamed of Ian making love to her for so long that she needed him to take her hard and fast. Her body demanded it.

  "More." Abby reached her hands down and cupped his ass, urging him forward.

  "Abbie...we have to go slow." He tried to gentle her even as he fought to keep from plunging inside of her wet, welcoming heat.

  He pulled back and thrust over and over until he almost home. Abby could feel her walls expanding to except his large, hard cock. He was filling her, stretching her.

  "You're so tight, Abbie. So wet for me. So hot." He sounded tortured and so very aroused. Her urgency intensified as she lifted her hips all of the way up and wrapped her legs around him, forcing him to drive his cock all of the way into her.

  He buried himself to his balls, expending a long breath of relief. He rested his body against her and took her mouth with intense longing and passion. His to
ngue moved against hers as his member pumped in and out of her.

  Abbie moved her hands to his hair, pulling his mouth tighter to hers. Her need was white hot and she could tell that his was burning just as intensely. They were out of control with each other, letting themselves be swept away to a place where only the two of them existed.

  He slid his hand under her ass and brought her groin up hard to meet him. His balls slapped against her ass as he pumped her hard. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. His kisses matched the urgency of his pumping cock and the world started to tilt.

  Everything blurred for Abbie except her need for Ian. She wrapped her arms around his bulky shoulders and squeezed his back, her nails embedded into his skin.

  Ian pulled his mouth from hers with a groan. He reached a hand between their bodies and gently pulled on her clit.

  "Oh, yes." Abbie threw her head back as her body seized. Her climax ripped through her body, milking Ian's cock as he pounded into her.

  "Oh Christ." He entered her one last time, shuddering as he exploded deep inside of her, saturating Abbie's womb with his hot stream.

  He collapsed on top her as she ran her hands over his hair and his back, petting him while she tried to catch her breath. He should have felt heavy, but she loved the feel of him. She snuggled into his neck as they both struggled for air.

  "Shit. I must be crushing you." He moved to her side and pulled her up against him. "I was right. You are going to kill me. You are one very hot woman. My woman," he snarled into her ear playfully.

  She smiled at his possessive declaration. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was almost surreal. She shared how she was feeling with Ian.

  "I feel the same way, Abbie. Don't ever think that I don't. I can't do without you anymore. It would kill me." His eyes were intense and solemn.

  "I'm not going anywhere, Ian. You're stuck with me now," she murmured as she snuggled into him, drowsy and sated.

  "Tomorrow, I'm taking you out on a date. To my restaurant." he growled, kissing her temple tenderly. "You deserve to be spoiled rotten and properly courted."

  Abby giggled, "I guess it's not a good thing that I put out before our first date." She didn't feel the least bit guilty. She felt like she had known Ian forever. "I think this was truly putting the cart before the horse."

  "I know." His voice sounded contrite and guilty. "But I'll make it up to you, Abbie."

  "Oh, Ian. You already have," she murmured. He would probably never understand how his genuine affection had changed her.

  "No, I haven't. Not yet. But prepare to be spoiled, woman," he warned her, as if it was a punishment.

  Abbie fell asleep with a smile on her face, entwined together completely with Ian.

  She didn't know as she drifted off to sleep that night that Ian had been completely serious.

  She learned to be spoiled and cherished by a man that adored her in the weeks that followed and Ian learned to loved just for the man that he was.

  It was a happy and blissful union for two people who thought they would never find true love.

  But Ian and Abbie definitely did.