“Jesus Christ, Ian, you scared the shit outta me.” I press my hand to my chest. The look in his eyes says he doesn’t care too much about my well-being. Uh oh. It also looks like I may have over-poked the bear.
He steps into my personal space and presses his body into mine. The door automatically swings shut behind him.
“Ian?” I question.
“Chrissy?” he retorts back, his breathing already heavy with what seems like pure lust.
“Can I help you with something?” I take a deep breath, trying to calm the unsteady beat of my heart.
“Yeah, you can start by not leaving your god damn lingerie around for me to see. Unless you want me to finally break and do something about it?” He pushes himself harder into me.
And oh my god, he is definitely that. Hard.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since the moment you came back into my life.”
“And what exactly is that?” I choke out.
“Continue where we left off.”
And with that, he pulls me fully into his solid chest. The instant his lips touch mine, my knees buckle. This kiss—this powerful, overdue kiss— is going to literally bring me to my knees