She didn’t bother to hide her grin. “When I know what I want, yes.”

A vein in his jaw twitched, but he didn’t make a move. “And what is it that you want?”

“This.” Tilting her hips a few degrees, she slid all the way down his length, letting her head fall back as she relished the feeling of oh-my-God-yes-that-is-amazing making her bite down on her bottom lip. It had officially been too long, because there was no way Ian should feel that good inside her, as if this was how sex was always supposed to feel.

His hands were on her hips a heartbeat later, tugging her forward, making her clit rub against him on each downward stroke. “Touch your tits.”

“Now who’s being demanding?” she asked, but her hands were cupping her breasts before the words were even out of his mouth.

The second she started rolling her nipples between her fingers, he inhaled a sharp breath and his fingers bit into her hips. Oh, he liked that, did he? Never taking her eyes off his face as she rocked herself up and down his thick cock, the move making her thighs ache at the same time it sent shivers of pleasure through her body, she pinched her nipples and tugged hard on them.

His brown eyes darkened with lust so primal, it sent a thrill right to her clit. “I’m claiming my turn.”

Without losing their connection, he shifted underneath her, tilting her until her back was on the rug and he was on his knees, with her feet planted on the floor on either side of his thighs. Oh hell yes. She arched her body, bringing her hips higher and in line with his. His hands cupped her ass, each finger digging into her flesh with just the right amount of pleasure as he pistoned his hips, plunging into her, filling her so completely that it stole her breath.

“So damn tight, so wet, so hot,” he said, pushing into her with each declaration. “You feel so fucking good.”

If she could speak at that moment, she would have returned the compliment, but as it was, she wasn’t sure she could speak right then. She was already too far gone.

His hands moved from her ass to her back and he lifted her upper body until her breasts were pressed against his chest, never once losing his rhythm. She wrapped her arms around his corded neck and met every one of his thrusts with a swirl of her hips as she climbed toward her orgasm. Her grip tightened and she leaned back, changing the angle so his cock stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves just inside her opening with every stroke.

He let out a possessive growl. “Look at how wet you’ve made my dick.”

She glanced down. Fuck. She could see herself on him and it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.