Deep Blue Impact (Deep Blue Series)

by Nichols, Amie

  When I step in I scan the back booths but don’t see him, then walk around the corner of the bar. There he sits no longer wearing a suit, but in black trousers and a button up long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to about mid forearm, and what nice muscular tan forearm's they are. He doesn’t have a tie on and one button is undone. Seeing him more relaxed and casual he's even sexier. Damn!

  He has a woman sitting beside him flirting with him shamelessly and I don’t like it. She just touched his arm. I don’t like that either. Why don’t I like it, it’s not like he’s mine! I take in a deep breath and start walking his way. He seems annoyed by the woman actually, and this makes me very happy.

  When he looks up and sees me, he gives me that smile with those sexy fucking dimples. Shit! Heart racing, mouth is dry, and getting wet. My God, I think I do need a good shagging. I have never felt like this in my life.

  “Hi.” He’s beaming at me and there is an utter look of relief on his face. He turns to the bimbo next to him, “Sorry my date's here,” then turns back to me placing his hand on the small of my back. He guides me toward one of the corner booths. I hear the bimbo scoff at him or me, but I don’t give shit because Ian has his strong, large, gorgeous hand on my back and I can feel the heat running through me. Yep, definitely wet.

  I slide into the half-moon shaped booth thinking he'd go to the other side, but no he slides in right after me. Do I keep going around or do I stay sitting next to him? I don’t know what to do and decide sitting next to him is not a good idea so I keep moving over. Sitting on the corner will gives us some distance and I can look at him without turning my head.

  He seems

  disappointed that I kept going, but he’s going to have to be OK with it. That's not why I am here buddy.

  “Aubrey, I’m so glad you came tonight. I wanted you to know that I had no idea who you were last night when I came on to you,” he says taking a sip of his drink and looking very serious at me. Man I need a drink, and just like that a cute little pixie of a waitress pops her head up and asks what we need.

  “I’ll have another whiskey, and Aubrey would like wine.” He directs her toward me but the evil little pixie doesn’t look at me. She is batting her eyelashes at Ian. I’m your boss bitch, you better stop that!

  “Grey goose martini, dirty,” I snap and she finally looks my way. When she sees me she realizes who I am and gives me an apologetic look before she runs to get our drinks. No worries little pixie, he is a GOD so I can’t quite blame you.

  “I really want you to know that I didn’t come on to you because of who you are. It was nothing but pure animal attraction that drove me last night,” he says in the sexiest low, growly voice I could ever imagine being spoken. Yep I’m in trouble, big trouble.

  “I believe you, Ian. You looked as shocked as I was.” Now let’s talk about that animal attraction some more.

  “Actually, I had been going out of my mind trying to figure out how I was going to find you. I even had a plan figured out if you didn’t show tonight. I was going to find concierge Ethan and torture him for information.” He laughs and even his laugh is the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

  “But then you were here and it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I almost didn’t go through with the presentation because my head was swimming with you and how I'd find you again.” He scoots a little closer to me and I stay firmly planted. Where is that evil little pixie with my drink? Remember why you’re here Aubrey. He’s staring at me with those piercing blue eyes. I can’t seem to look away, but I’m saved by the pixie with our drinks. I take one sip, then another, before I dare try to talk.

  “And you’re here. I am so glad you are here.”

  “Thank God, for Ethan’s sake at least,” and there is that laugh again. Please stop doing that. My hands feel clammy and my heart won’t stop racing. He takes a sip of his drink. Oh that face; it is so firm, chiseled, and handsome.

  “The reason I did come tonight is to let you know we picked your firm for the job,” I tell him taking another sip of my martini. The smile and the dimples show up again. Oh no, he’s scooting toward me. No, stop, stop. His arms engulf me with a very tight and very intimate hug. I smell his intoxicating scent. That's not just cologne, it can't be. I've never smelled anything so amazing in my life.

  He’s still hugging me, his large hand rubbing up and down my back. I finally put my arm around him to return his hug. I feel the muscles rippling through his shirt and I can’t help my hand from roaming down his arm as he lets go of me, but doesn’t scoot away. My hand is still on his bicep and his hand is on my knee. Our faces are very close to each other’s.

  “You’re happy about the news I take it?” I finally let loose of his arm but he does not take his hand off my knee.

  “Oh yeah, that’s great news. I wanted a reason to come over and hug you and you gave me the perfect reason.” He smiles that dimpled smile again. That mixed with his scent and his close proximity causes my lips to part on a gasp. God, do I want to kiss him right now. Instead, I take another drink turning my head away from his.

  “Well that is why I came, to tell you that. Now you know and I should be going,” I say the words, but I don’t move just yet.

  “So you're going to ignore the chemistry going on between us then?” He says taking my face in his hand and turning me to face him. His eyes are searching mine. They are darker now, dark like a storm, and he is very serious. His hand that is on my knee starts to travel under my skirt, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart skips a beat and I don’t even know where the tiny moan comes from, but I think it came from me.

  “Are you going to ignore this, Aubrey?” Ian smiles at the sound I just made and his hand inches up a little more. I put my hand on top of his to stop him from going any further.

  “Ian, I don’t do this. I don’t do one night stands.” I’m desperate to get out of here before I give in. I'm seconds from doing exactly that.

  “Who said this is a one night stand?” His face is stone serious as he gets closer to me. His lips brush mine, and there’s that damn moan again. Christ Aubrey.

  “I don’t want a relationship either right now, please stop.” I am pleading with him, but can’t seem to move away.

  “Do you ever have sex?” He has now moved back a couple inches.

  “Not in a while,” I admit, having no idea why I said that. Other than a momentary relapse on a drunken night in London last year, I hadn't had sex since I left Texas.

  He leans back in the booth, putting his arm around the back resting it on the seat right above my shoulder. “Don’t leave. Can you at least stay and talk for a while, or don't you do that either?" Okay smart ass.

  “OK, but we need some distance. Because, yes Ian, there's major chemistry here.” I tell him moving over in the seat a couple of inches, even though it doesn’t help. Why can’t I break the rule just this once? He’s a nice guy, and there is no denying it would be amazing. He smiles and the dimples do me in.

  “Oh, fuck it.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It doesn’t take but a second before his hands are cupping my face and he is controlling the kiss. Our lips move together, his tongue enters my mouth searching and thrusting. I feel it down between my legs, that tug and then the wet. Oh my panties are going to be soaked. Our lips are frantic as we can't seem to get close enough to each other. As his hand travels down my back he pushes me into him.

  His rock hard chest is crushed against my breasts. Ian moans a low throaty brute sound. The sound he makes is hot as hell. It also makes us break the kiss, both of us suddenly remembering we're in public. I look down to see that Ian is hard. His cock is straining against his trousers and he squirms to adjust. Oh my, it’s a biggin’!

  “I think we should go to my suite to chat,” I tell him averting my eyes from his very large erection.

  “Yeah, now,” Ian says, catching his breath and helping me out of the booth. He guides me toward my private elevator.

  The
second the door closes he's on me again. His lips bruising mine, his hands run down my back and over my ass. Cupping and lifting me up, he pushes his erection against me. A deep animal growl comes from his throat that vibrates through me. He's at least a good foot taller than me, so my feet are dangling now that he has me eye level.

  “I have never felt anything like this, baby,” he says into my mouth as my hands start to roam down his chest. I feel his cut abs under his shirt and I can’t wait to touch the bare skin. The ding of the elevator wakes me up from my Ian daze. He allows me to slide down his body when I wiggle from his grip. My feet hit the floor and I feel light headed and unsteady in my heels.

  I hurry into the main room of the suite kicking off my heels before I fall, and turn to face Ian who is now stalking me like a tiger hunting his prey.

  "Ian, wait. I need to talk to you first," I say still breathing heavy, backing away from him. I move around the leather couch to try and keep some distance, but he follows me. He’s stalking me around the couch, but I keep moving to keep the distance. “I don't know anything about you."

  "What do you want to know?" He says with a smirk on his face as he keeps me moving around the couch.

  "Do you have a girlfriend?" This stops him in his tracks. He tilts his head at me giving me a look that says are you fucking kidding me.

  "I didn't know they were going to be stupid questions. No, I don't have a girlfriend or a wife. I am completely unattached,” he says, pissed like he can't even believe I thought he would be here if he was with someone else.

  "How old are you?" I am now around to the front of the couch and he is behind it. He starts moving again.

  "Thirty-one."

  "Where do you live?" I ask now shuffling behind the couch again as he picks up his pace. God he is so amazingly sexy. His eyes never leave mine, and there is no denying he'll catch me. Because I am going to let him.

  "North Carolina."

  There is so much I want to know about him, but for the life of me I can't think of another question. He's caught up with me now, and I am back against the wall. His arms cage me in, palms flat against the wall on either side of me.

  "Anything else?" He isn't touching me while he waits for my next question. He's waiting for me to give the go ahead. I don't know how I can feel so much heat from him when he's not touching me. I feel my chest rising and falling suddenly very aware of every nerve ending in my body.

  "Don't you want to know anything about me?" I ask, taking in his wonderful scent while trying to even my breaths.

  "I want to know everything about you, Aubrey Jackson, but right now I want to fuck you. I want to know this body and I want to kiss every inch of it." His face, inches from mine now, moves to just below my ear. "This is not a one night stand. I will know you, baby. I will know everything about you, but first I want to get to know this amazing body," he whispers. I can't help the groan that escapes my parted lips as he licks and kisses along my throat.

  "Ian, please," I whisper hoarsely. His eyes come back to mine, no longer deep blue, but dark with lust and want.

  "Please what?" He almost looks scared that I am going to tell him to stop.

  "Please fuck me." That's all he needs. With a low guttural moan, he bends down and tosses me over his shoulder carrying me like a caveman would. He makes it to the bedroom in a matter of seconds throwing me onto the bed and I start laughing. "You're a caveman," I say as he stalks on the bed to get to me.

  "You're gorgeous. I have never wanted anything ever in my entire life more than I want you right now." His sexy voice does things to me that I never knew existed. He reaches my lips positioning himself on top of me, and I feel his giant cock as hard as rock against my thigh.

  "Ian, it's been a long time for me," I say thinking how much his very large cock is probably going to hurt.

  "How long?" He stops to look into my eyes as his hands reach up my shirt.

  "Over a year," I admit shyly, looking away from those deep blues that make me want to bare my soul to him.

  "Hey, look at me," he says moving his head to meet my eyes, "We'll take it slow." With those sweet sexual words, I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him down to me to take his lips with mine. His hand continues up my shirt and my whole body quivers when I feel the warmth of his large hand on my belly.

  Ian groans at my reaction to his touch, his tongue busy searching my mouth. He sucks and kisses my bottom lip before he starts to kiss down my throat making me gasp again.

  He starts unbuttoning my shirt, but after the first button he gives up and kneels on the bed in front of me. With both hands he rips my shirt apart and I hear buttons hitting the wall. My breasts are rising and falling in time with my very fast heart beat.

  "You are so amazingly beautiful," he moans before his lips move to the swell of my breasts right above my lacy bra. He moves his hands up my sides until they're cupping each breast. Running his index finger under the lace of my bra he frees both breasts from the material. He licks and sucks over my nipple and then moves to the next one. I can feel my nipples harden against his mouth and I arch my back pushing them into him more.

  "Ian," his hand is now moving down my flat belly and is trying to slip under the waist of my skirt. He finds the zipper on the side and I hear the metallic sound of it being undone. I move my hips up so he can pull the skirt off of me. Bending my knees, he slips it all the way off and tosses it over his shoulder.

  His eyes are on me as I am now bare, except for my white lacy thong and the bra that is not covering anything. My whole body is on fire as his eyes roam over me.

  He moves back to my lips taking me in another kiss as his hand moves under my thong. One finger slips into me and then out to spread my wetness to my clit. Oh my God, it is like nothing I have ever experienced. He moves his thumb slowly over my clit as his lips are on mine.

  "You are so wet. Do you know how much it turns me on that you are so wet for me, baby?" Ian growls moving his lips down my throat as he continues his slow torturous movement of his thumb. He slips his finger into me again and then another, thrusting in and out.

  "You are so soft and tight." His tongue now circling my nipple, and he bites down gently on the hard bud making my hips thrust into his hand. "Come for me, Aubrey. I want you to come." The combination of his smell, his hand, and his lips on me make me do just that. It is mind blowing as liquid hot lava bursts through my body.

  "Oh. My. God. Ian." His eyes meet mine as my body is jerking wildly under his expert touch. He is still fully clothed and I want to feel him. I want to rip his clothes off of him now and return the favor of the amazing gift he gave me.

  His hand leaves my sex and I feel the loss immediately. All I want is for him to be there again. He draws his finger that was just inside of me to his lips and puts it in his mouth tasting me. Then he puts it in my mouth, slowly drawing it back and forth through my lips and over my tongue allowing me to taste my arousal. It so fucking sexy and intimate having his long, strong finger in my mouth as he watches me suck on it.

  "You taste so sweet," he says removing his finger to claim my mouth with his as he dives his tongue deep into me. I move my hands down his chest and start fumbling with the buttons. He doesn't leave my mouth and I finally complete my task. Running my hands up his tight abs, every muscle defined beneath my fingers, I feel him tremble under my touch.

  He helps me by shrugging out of his shirt then stands up to remove his trousers. That is when I get a good look at him. He is a god; a magnificent, muscular god. My breath hitches at the sight of him. His arms are bulging muscles covered in tanned golden skin. His pecs and washboard abs are tight and end in one of the most mouth watering v-cuts I have ever seen. His boxer briefs are straining, holding in his erection. I admire the view for a few seconds before I move to the edge of the bed.

  "You are beautiful," I whisper as I wrap my arms around his waist and place a kiss on his tight stunning stomach. His hands are in my hair and I hear him groan so deep that it makes his body
vibrate under my touch. He reaches for me, pulling me to stand in front of him, my face in his hands as he slowly kisses me. I know he is having a hard time holding back, but he is keeping his promise of going slow.

  His strong hands run up my back where he unclasps my bra and tugs it off my shoulders. Then they slide down my back to my ass. The sound he makes is so very urgent and so very primal.

  "I can't wait much longer. I need to be inside you." He growls kneeling in front of me.

  "Yes, Ian, please," I answer gasping for air as he is slides my thong down my legs, steadying me as I step out of them.

  "Beautiful, baby," he moans as his lips graze my belly and then between my breasts as he raises back up.

  "Ian, please." I can't wait much longer either. I need him inside of me too. It’s a need greater then I have ever felt.

  "Tell me." His voice is low as he growls into my mouth. I grab the waist of his boxers and tug them down.

  "Ian," I moan as his erection springs free. I become light headed at the sight of it. The veins are bulging; it is rigid and so very big. Wrapping one arm around my waist he lifts me onto the bed positioning me underneath him. He has a condom wrapper in his hand and is tearing it open with his teeth. Frantically he rolls it onto the tip and then pushes my legs open with his knees. I feel the bell of his cock press ever so lightly at my opening.

  "This is going to be torture for me. I want in you so bad right now it hurts. But you are so fucking tight I'm going to go slow," he moans, searching my eyes for permission.

  I nod. I want him in me and I don't care how he does it, just as long as he does.

  He slowly pushes in a little stretching me around him. It feels so good my hips rise to meet him.

  "Damn, Aubrey, I'm not going to be able to hold back if you keep doing that." He pushes in a little further, his dark eyes focused on me. "You feel so good baby, like nothing I have ever felt." He groans taking my lips thrusting his tongue in time with the small thrusts of his cock. Every movement he goes a little deeper making me feel so full, utterly taken by him.