CHAPTER 6

“Gross.” I made a swipe for the bag, but he held it to the side. “Ivan! You’re such a fucking child!” I jabbed him in the bicep.

He winced, dropping his arm, and I took the chance to grab the bag.

With a laugh, I said, “Ha! Who has the food now?” I got up and ran around the table, digging in for my burger. I unwrapped it and tear a bite off in a very unladylike way.

Hey, if the guy can fuck me on a regular basis, he can deal with my eating habits.

“Brenda,” he said slowly, standing, his eyes dead on mine. “Give me my burger.”

I shook my head.

“Brenda.” An undercurrent of a threat was in his voice, and despite the small thrill it sent through my body, I took another bite of my burger.

“Yes?”

“The burger.”

I shook my head for a second time. “Nope. You take my food, I take yours.”

“You took it back.” He cocked an eyebrow, taking slow steps towards me.

I backed up until I hit the counter. “And I’m keeping it.”

He sighed, letting his shoulders sag. “I didn’t want to do this, but…”

Quicker than I could move, he darted around the table towards me. He flattened his hands on the counter on either side of my body and rested his hips against mine.

Dipping his head, he ran his nose along my jaw. “Are you going to give me the food?”

“Are you trying to seduce me into giving you it?” I gasped at the feel of his tongue flicking against the tender spot below my ear.

“I’m not trying to seduce you, Brenda. I am seducing you. I don’t try.” His lips brushed along my neck, just below my jawline.

My eyes fluttered shut, and he settled one of his hands on my hip. His fingers edged beneath my sweater and my shirt, tantalizingly rubbing against my skin, and I tilted my head back. He continued his exploration of my neck with his mouth, humming against my skin, whispering into my neck, pushing his hardening cock into my thigh…

“Thanks,” he said, grabbing the bag and stepping away.

Oh holy hell fucking no!

“Going somewhere?” I snapped out, discarding my burger to the side and grabbing his sweater. I tugged, spinning him.

Amusement and desire battle in his eyes. “To the sofa. To eat.”

“Oh, no, you’re not. You’re going to come over here and finish what you just started, Ivan Sands.”

He placed the bag on the kitchen table and studied me. “Am I adding demanding to my list of adjectives for you?”

“Go ahead.”

A smirk teased his lips. “Okay, my demanding bitch.” He came back to me and stood in front of me without touching me. “What exactly am I supposed to be finishing?”

I looked up at him. “Don’t play dumb with me. You can’t come over here, turn me the fuck on, then walk away like my panties aren’t soaked.”

“They’re soaked, hmm? Just from that?” He trapped me with his hands again. His breath fanned across my mouth, and I licked my lips.

“Why don’t you find out?” I challenged, his eyes sparking immediately.

“In that case…” He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down over my ass.

I gasped as he wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifted me up onto the counter. Perching on the edge, I watch as he pulled the jeans from my legs and dumped them on the floor. He ran his hands back up my legs, spreading his fingers wide when he reached my thighs, and paused just before his thumbs touched my thong.

“I think I will.”

Ivan nudged the material of my thong to the side in one jerky movement. His thumb brushed along my pussy, circling my clit quickly. I gasped and he groaned.

“Good girl.” His voice rumbled through me as he lifted his hands and eased my sweater over my head.

My shirt quickly followed, and as he stepped closer, he cupped both of my breasts. He kissed along the cup line of my bra and up. Deftly, he undid my bra and it fell down my arms.

“I can’t decide if I want to tie your hands or have them in my hair,” he whispered in my ear, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and tugged on his sweater and shirt. He released my breasts long enough to pull them over his head then pulled my body against his. The movement wass hard, and my lips parted at the exact time he touched his own lips to them.

Ivan’s tongue swept through my mouth in familiar, easy movements, desperate movements, needing movements. His fingers slid up my thighs, probing, squeezing, and they left me only long enough to undo his belt and shove his jeans down.

He grabbed my wrists and flattened my hands behind me so I was leaning back and slowly rubbed the end of his cock against my wetness.

“Please,” I whispered.

It’d been two days. Two long, seemingly torturous days since I had him inside me, and I had never been so desperate for him. For that fleeting feeling of completeness and rightness.

In one swift movement, he was inside me and gripping my hips. His teasing movements of earlier were gone as he drove himself relentlessly into me. It was raw and unbridled.

It was perfect.

He sucked hard on one of my nipples, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. He did the same to the other then slid a hand up my back, fisted my hair, and pulled my mouth down to his. His kiss was as rough as his fucking, every thrust of his tongue matching that of his hips.

It didn’t take long for that sweet heat of an impending orgasm to overwhelm me. I reached forward and tangled my fingers in his hair the way his were tangled in mine. I broke the kiss and rest my forehead against his, breathing heavily, moaning with almost every exhale.

“Brenda. Fucking hell, Brenda,” he groaned, moving even faster. “God, I need this. I need you.”

His words were my undoing. They scared me and thrilled me and consumed me. I clenched around him, my world utterly silent except for the rush of blood in my ears and those three final words spinning inside my mind.

“I need you.”

I came back down with a crash. His arms were tight around me, and both my arms and legs were still wrapped around his body, holding us together.

But they’re not really holding us. The thing that was holding us was the strength of our addictions. It was gluing us to the other, all while we’re trying to make something potentially beautiful from something incredibly ugly.

“Oh, look at that. We went straight to dessert.”

Ivan’s words made me laugh, and I pulled back. His eyes were bright, much brighter than before. If that didn’t tell me the intensity of his addiction to sex, I didn’t know what would.