She bit down on her lower lip, now completely awake. What were her options? She could attempt to fall back to sleep … or she could wake him up and indulge. She had to admit she was horny, a state she hadn’t let herself think about since there was nothing to be done about it … nothing but her trusty vibrator, anyway. But now?
She hesitated for just a second before deciding. Indulging it was. She slid closer to where he slept, his body moving in even cadence with his breathing, and placed her lips against his warm back. When he didn’t move, she slid her lips over his skin, alternately licking and kissing his flesh.
Without warning, he groaned, and suddenly he flipped over, trapping her between his big body and the mattress. “Do you want something?” he asked in a sleep-roughened voice.
“You.”
“Somehow, someway … you’ve got me,” he said, and since she didn’t know if he was still half-asleep, she didn’t let herself read too much into his words. And then he began to glide down her body, tasting her as he went, and she stopped thinking at all.
He kissed and nibbled his way from her mouth, down her neck, to her collarbone, where he bit down lightly, causing her to squirm, before moving on. He licked down her chest, pausing at her breasts.
He slid a tongue over her nipple and she moaned. He bit down lightly and her hips jerked upward, her sex coming into direct contact with his hard erection.
“I’m so much more sensitive now,” she whispered in awe.
“Yeah? Let’s see.” He continued his assault until she couldn’t stand the intensity and she grasped his head and pulled him away.
Chuckling deep in his throat, he merely switched to the other side and gave it the same sensual treatment. Her body felt electrified. The tiny pulses of need she experienced in her breasts had an equal pulsing of desire in her sex. She writhed beneath him, grinding herself up against him, trying to gain the friction she needed in order to come.
“Bad girl,” he said gruffly and slipped his hand into her panties. “So hot, so wet.” He slid his fingers back and forth, gathering the moisture and rubbing it over her clit.
She sucked in a startled breath as the rising sensation began to take over.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, rocking her hips in time to the circling of his finger. All she could concentrate on was the perfection of the pad of his finger bringing her higher and higher.
“Never,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Not until you come.” He slicked his finger back and forth over the tight bud, moving faster and faster until she exploded, her body a mass of perfect sensation, taking her higher and higher.
Keeping his promise, he rubbed her clit until she couldn’t handle the feeling anymore and she collapsed against the bed, pulling her body away from the sensation.
He rose up and yanked off his underwear, coming back over her, his cock poised at her entrance. No sooner had he begun to enter her than her sensitized body reacted and she began that impossible climb once more.
“No,” she whispered. “No way can I come again.”
“Yes.” He thrust deep, filling her completely. Without waiting, he picked up a steady rhythm, his cock hitting the right spot inside her that had her seeing stars.
“Yes,” she agreed, gripping his back with her fingernails. “God, yes.”
He rocked his body into her and she’d never felt anything better. It was like she was made for him. Everything he did took her higher and closer to climax. He braced his hands on either side of her and picked up his tempo, thrusting faster, harder, deeper.
“Ethan!” She screamed his name as her body let go for a second time, taking her over, lost in him.
Lost in them.
“Jesus,” he said, gritting his teeth, as if waiting for her to finish before letting go.
And then he did and he slammed into her over and over, owning her completely.
He collapsed, catching himself before he fell on top of her, and rolled to the side, pulling her into him.
His warm breath fanned her neck, and she’d never felt so needed as he held her in his arms. But she warned herself not to get used to it. As much as she wanted this forever, it wasn’t in the cards.
* * *
Ethan could see why his brother loved the mountains. For a brief stretch of time, he could breathe. Holding on to Sienna’s hand, they toured Parker’s ski shop, the scale of which impressed him because he knew his brother had expanded since going into business just a few short months ago with a new partner. It was as if Parker had just been existing until Ethan had sent him to Colorado to find a resort for a company retreat. He’d had car trouble, ended up at Emily’s dad’s resort, and rediscovered life.