Angie all but dove onto the bed. She needed him inside her and wasn’t ashamed to admit she longed for the roughness he offered her. She’d always wanted to be s*****d, but the one boyfriend who’d agreed to do it hadn’t been too into it, and the experience left her wanting much more than she had gotten. Two of her other boyfriends had looked at her as if she were crazy when she told them what she wanted, so she stopped asking for it. But she had a feeling Ian would give her not only what she wanted but what she craved.
After she was in position, she looked over her shoulder at him. Standing beside the bed, he stared at her a*s while removing his clothes. “Eyes forward.”
She snapped her head around and heard him open a nightstand drawer, then the sound of a c****m wrapper being opened. The
