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I followed each direction with precision, becoming increasingly intrigued with our creation.
“Now spoon a little of the mixture into the blue powder and mix. You need to get the perfect consistency before you can paint with it,” he said, guiding my hand as I stirred.
I smiled up at him. “Like tempering chocolate?”
Ethan nodded. “They call this techniquetempera—from the verb, temper—so yeah, I guess it is.” His thumb ran across the back of my stirring hand, sending tingles up my arm and through my body.
“So, the timing has to be just right,” I rasped out as I turned back to the bowl, attempting to slow my pounding heart.
Ethan’s nose grazed my neck with his shaky breath trailing behind. “It has to be perfect.”
I tilted my head, craving more. “H—how will I know when the timing is right?”
“You’ll feel it,” he whispered as his lips touched the sensitive skin below my ear. His other hand traced up my leg and rested on my bare thigh.
My core throbbed. “Like now?”
“You tell me?” He inched up the hem of my dress as his tongue traced my earlobe. “Does it feel right to you?”
“Uh-huh,” I murmured, leaning into his solid chest, noting the growing bulge under my ass.Is this really happening?
Ethan’s hand moved higher and higher as he laid soft kisses over my neck. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, pushing my hips toward his hand.
As his fingers grazed my panties, I almost exploded on impact. And when they started tracing back and forth, I buckled, knocking over the bowl of paint. His spare hand grasped the underside of my breast, holding me steady.
“Fuck,” I cried out when his fingers dipped into my underwear and, finally, into me.
“Perfect,” he uttered hoarsely, pressing his hardness into my behind as he slipped in and out of my swollen center. “So…fucking perfect.”
I clawed his thighs and squirmed with pleasure as the pressure built. I’d wanted him to touch me like this for so long I prayed the moment would last forever.
When I reached around to rub his enduring desire, a deep growl emitted from his throat before he whipped his hand out from under my dress and latched onto my hips. With one swift flip, my ass was on the table with paints bursting and scattering everywhere.
My pale-yellow beach dress, now covered with blue and green streaks, hung loose on my body as Ethan dragged my underwear over my legs and threw them over his shoulder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Daise,” he murmured in a dreamlike haze while hitching my legs onto his thighs.
My entire body froze as his mouth lowered to where his fingers had been only moments ago. “Oh, God…” I uttered as his tongue slipped through my lips and over my clit. With eyes rolling heavenward, I arched back, covering myself with more paint as I spilled over the table.
“How are you so good at that?” I moaned as my soul returned to my body. I’d never orgasmed that way before. “Wait.” I held up my hand to block his grin. “Don’t answer that.”
“You taste so fucking good.” He kissed my inner thighs before rising between my legs. “Too fucking good.” He leaned over me and rested his hands on either side of my body. “But they do say forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.”
I drank in his hungry eyes, wanting him to devour me. “But I’m not.”
His jaw tightened. “You were.”
I grazed my lips over his, urging him on. “Past tense.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened as he pressed his forehead to mine. “We can never go back. You need to know that.”
A small smile played on my lips. “Good.”
His chest expanded multiple times as he stared into my eyes. His inner turmoil evident with every breath.
Not wanting to lose what I’d craved for so many years, I reached for his beautiful jawline and pulled him back into the present with a kiss.
“I’m so screwed,” he groaned, grimacing with closed eyes.
