Fly Me Home: Home is Where the Heat Is, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page B

cautiously, he eased into the question. He had to know what he was dealing with. “Did anything beyond standard sex happen? Did any of them bring you to a real, spine-splitting orgasm that made you yell and pant and cry out because you couldn’t hold it back?”
    Her cheeks and neck flushed an alluring shade of pink. She shook her head in answer. Her lack of experience, and all the delectable sexual treats he could show her, rushed a gallon of blood straight to his cock. “Wow. Okay. I started with a woman my dad didn’t want. She figured his fourteen-year-old horny kid was great revenge. From there it was all the women my name and status could offer. I’ve been surrounded by jaded, experienced partners my entire life. This is going to be tough.”
    She looked away. “Sorry.”
    “Wait. Don’t go there.” Shit, she’d taken the comment all wrong. “This is tough because everything about you makes me want you. It’s going to be hard keeping my— friend —in check.” He waved to his cock and the tent it was starting to create against his robe. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
    She looked where he’d indicated and sucked in a harsh breath, her gaze making him harder by the second. Licking her lips, she took a long, slow swallow of her wine. Setting the glass aside, she eased forward. “Just a kiss?”
    “Unless you ask for more,” he acknowledged. Ian forced himself to relax. She was so skittish, he could ruin a good thing before it even started. “You’re doing me a huge favor. I won’t have to deal with half the media I usually do since we’ll have a quick story to toss at them. There’s no way I’m going to ruin that. As much as I want you in my bed, I’m willing to go without, or go at your pace, to make sure we maintain a beneficial plan for both of us. But, I’ll be honest. Knowing where you come from, where you started, my horny side is screaming at me to show you some sinful ropes. There are any number of sexual fantasies a person can have. I plan to start with a kiss, take you around the world, ply you with rich clothes, and respond to any sexual wish or curiosity you may have.”
    “Any?” The single word held a bit more confidence.
    “Name it, and it’s yours,” he said.
    Like her transformation from elegant lady to goddess in his robe, she changed before his eyes. Her gaze met his as she shifted close to straddle him. “We’ll start with a kiss.”
    Her hands traveled up his chest, and he cursed the fabric between his skin and her touch. Gripping the armrests, he forced himself to wait. When she settled over him, he dared a look between them. Her position held her robe open, exposing a glimpse of her inner thighs to his gaze. Under any other circumstance, he’d be touching everything within reach, and his fingers flexed into the soft leather chair. She wasn’t anywhere near ready for what he’d like to do to her. What he needed was a chaste, sweet kiss from a woman who didn’t know what she’d been missing. That would help clear his mind. He hoped.
    Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax. “Elizabeth, I really need you to kiss me right now.”
    Liz was shaking with need. Ian spoke so openly, she had a hard time processing what he wanted and what she needed. Throw in that whatever they did from here out could fuck up a stellar situation, and she was a mess. The more he talked about showing her what she’d known she was missing, the more she wanted it. She wasn’t stupid. Hell, there were Internet articles, Cosmo , and her friends’ lives all telling her she was missing something. Her sexuality had never really been a huge concern because, well hell, she was a prude in the grand scheme of things.
    Now she had an experienced, gorgeous man beneath her. He wanted a kiss and anything she was willing to give. His cock was hard for her, and her body was wet for him. They were flying to another country, lost in space for the time being. And all he was asking for was a