Chapter 7

This is How a One Night Stand Feels

“Fuck!” Ian cursed as he roughly pulled my lower lip with his teeth. I moaned, and almost crawled up to his lap. I felt his hardening bulge beneath me.

“You taste so good,” he muttered.

And he did too. I could taste his minty breath. He was still the same. He still smelled of chocolate and mint. And I loved it.

I kissed him hard, burying my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, teasing him, taking him in. Grinding myself against him, I revelled in the groan that passed his lips.

Ian’s mouth moved down to my neck, and I felt that al to familiar pull as he bit my neck, leaving hickeys. A desperate moan left my lips, my hand making quick work of his shirt.

“Eager kitten?” Ian smirked. A blush covered my cheeks, but I only dropped his shirt to the floor.

“I’m not going to take you on this couch