The tension between us had suffocated all the oxygen in the room. His gaze hardened, as if his mind was set. “Yeah. But we don’t have much time.”
“Time for what?”
His strong hands tugged at the belt holding my robe closed, jerking the knot free, and cool air washed over my damp, naked skin when it fell open.
Oh. My. God.His lips crushed against mine, hard and urgent, and his hands slid inside the robe.
There was no need to think. I wanted this. How could I not?
It was as if someone had given him a manual to my body because he knew exactly where and how to touch me. The coarse skin of his palms dragged deliciously over my breasts, across my back, and slid down to grab a handful of my ass.
He squeezed roughly, possessively, and I sighed into his relentless kiss.
But the hand on my bottom had a purpose, and that was to help lift me. So he could seat me on the long counter beside the sink and stand between my parted legs.
Oh, I liked this, the added height. It meant I didn’t have to crane my neck quite as much to kiss him. I filled his mouth with my tongue while his hands skimmed over the tops of my thighs.
“What are we doing?” I murmured. His lips left a damp trail down the side of my neck, and he pressed me back to lean against the mirror.
“Right now?” His voice was low. “I’m kissing you. Do you mind?”
“No, but I meant?—”
Words stopped when his mouth ventured lower, and his tongue traced my nipple. Need tightened in my core, sharp as if he’d plunged in a knife. His hot mouth continued to descend, traveling over my ribs, down over my fluttering stomach, and my breath came and went in huge gulps of air.
I knew his final destination, and wonderful anticipation flooded through me.Lower. Almost there.
He teased me, hovering over where I most wanted him to use his mouth, and it forced me to remind him, “I thought you said you didn’t have a lot of time.”
The half-smile on his lips was wicked and sexy. “Are you telling me to get to work?”
I wasn’t embarrassed to ask for what I wanted. “Yes.”
My hands tangled in his soft hair, guiding his head between my thighs. Heat poured through my body when he lowered his mouth and tasted me.
A manual. That was what he definitely had.
Every caress of his tongue, each grazing brush of his lips sent an electric charge surging through me. “Oh, my God.” My grip in his hair tightened involuntary. “That feels so fucking good.”
His response was to kneel and pull one of my knees up over his shoulder, deepening his intimate kiss. It didn’t matter that it was awkward half-leaning back against the mirror with my chin in my chest. My focus was on the climb toward the pleasure Ethan was giving me. This enigma of a man—God, how I wanted him.
When my moans got out of hand, he pulled back so his warm breath washed over my skin. “You seem to like that.”
It was annoying that he’d stopped but it only turned me on more. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”
“Do I?” He kissed the inside of my thigh, and I stifled a groan.
“Yeah. So why the hell did you stop?”
His smile was corrupt, and it set me on fire. Hell, he set every inch of me on fire when his lush tongue returned to me. The tip of it fluttered against my clit, making my legs shake. His hands gripped my thighs, and I stared at the erotic scene playing out in front of me. I wished I could take a picture of this moment. Him on his knees, my bathrobe hanging loose off one shoulder, my chest heaving with heavy breaths.
My skin tingled in anticipation of my arriving orgasm. The crescendo inside me was building into something so powerful I worried I might rattle right off the edge of the counter.
I was about to burst, any second now?—
Ethan shot to his feet and abruptly pulled me down. I nearly fell, stumbling on my weak legs as his hands struggled to close my robe.
No,my mind screamed. What was this? He wiped my arousal from his lips, his face alert and anxious.
