“Yes, I do.”
She hugged him again, snuggling close against his solid chest. “You’re so good.”
His low chuckle rumbled against her ear. A moment later, he peeled her off him and stood. “Not that good. I’m going to get a cold shower.”
“No, wait!” She stood and threw her arms around his neck. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” he said gruffly.
She glowed under his tender gaze. That he still wanted her even knowing her secret, how screwed up she’d become in her dealings with men, made her feel lighter than she had in years. She slid her hands under his shirt. “Let’s not define the relationship. No more heavy stuff, okay?”
He gave her a slow sexy smile before kissing her gently. “My sentiments exactly.”
“Are you big on foreplay, or can we just get to it? I’d really like to just get to it.”
He barked out a laugh and framed her face with his hands. “No more talking. I need to focus.”
“Oh, okay.” She yanked down her jeans and panties. “Ready.”
He swore and pulled her against him, his fingers tunneling into her hair as he kissed her long and deep. God, she’d missed being with a man and this one was spectacular in every possible way. She stopped thinking altogether. He kissed her for a crazy long time, pulling away just enough to unclasp her bra and toss it before kissing her some more, his hands roaming up her sides, over her shoulders, down her back like he was learning her body by feel instead of sight. He made her melt into a slow burn of need, not rough and hard like Mark or quick and to the point like Dean. Ethan took his time like he wanted to enjoy her.
She wanted to enjoy him too. She yanked at his shirt and he broke the kiss, tearing it off and flinging it to the side.
“You’re the luscious one,” she said, her hands roaming from his amazing abs with ridges galore on up to his chest and massive bulging shoulders. She lifted her gaze to his eyes burning with raw desire, yet he was so restrained, letting her explore while his hands rested on her waist. That meant so much, like he took care with her just like he said he would. Her eyes stung with unexpected tears and she covered by grabbing his waistband. “Lemme see more luscious.”
He stripped out of his jeans and boxer briefs. Her mouth went dry. “Yes,” she croaked.
He smiled and then wrapped his arms around her, kissing her and pulling her into the bed, under him.
“Grab a condom,” she urged, expecting a hard thrust any moment.
“I will, not yet.” He settled between her legs, holding his weight off her with his forearms on either side of her head. He was hard muscle from head to toe, pressing against her softness. He stroked her hair back from her face, sliding his hand down to cradle her jaw. He gazed into her eyes and her breath hitched. Then he kissed her, long deep wet kisses that made her melt into the mattress. She’d never felt so relaxed and so turned on at the same time. Her hands roamed up and down his back, loving the feel of him, solid and strong, his skin hot to the touch.
He shifted to trail kisses down the side of her neck, taking his time, kissing and then running his tongue along the cord of her neck, tasting her. She shivered. He worked his way down, holding her breast cupped in his large hand, lifting it to his mouth, where his tongue flicked rapidly over her nipple.
“Oh!” she cried.
His mouth closed over her breast, pulling her nipple to the roof of his mouth, suckling deep. Her hips lifted of their own accord. Her pulse pounded in her ears, electric sensations racing along her skin, the throbbing between her legs insistent, begging for release.
“Eth, I’m so ready.”
He shifted to the other breast, giving it the same lavish attention. Her insides clenched, tight and hot and wet. She was so close already. She cupped his head, holding him to her even as part of her wanted him to just take her and ease this fierce ache.
Finally he lifted his head and cupped both breasts in his hands, massaging them. She moaned and spread her legs, practically begging for him there.
He kissed down her belly, making her quiver, and then to her hip and down her leg, surprising her. No man had ever kissed her legs. It had always been boobs and pleasure town. He pushed her leg open and kissed behind her knee, making her jolt at the unexpectedly sensitive spot. His mouth was magic—perfect firmness, perfect pressure, like the most perfect kisses but on the rest of her. She moaned and ached and reveled in the pleasure he gave so generously.
He worked his way back up to her inner thigh, his fingers finally touching where she needed him most in one long sure stroke and then inside. He lifted his finger. “You’re so wet.” He sucked that finger in an erotic gesture that made her grab his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him up her body and inside her. She couldn’t budge him.
“Now, now,” she urged.
“Shh,” he murmured, pushing her other leg to the side and kissing along the inside of her thigh while his fingers stroked her intimately, learning her by feel again,everywhere. She trembled with need.
His fingers left her aching sex and shifted to stroke up her side as he maneuvered himself back up her body, kissing and tasting along the way. Her hips moved restlessly, not used to so much waiting. And it had been so-o-o long. Finally he was fully in position, between her legs, his head hovering just over hers.
His thumb stroked her lower lip. “You’re so beautiful, so sexy.”
Her heart squeezed at his generosity, taking such care with her. She stroked his jaw, just a hint of scruff on it. “You too,” she managed.
