My stomach churned, but I forced myself to keep going. In for a penny, in for a pound. It’s too late to go back now, I thought.
Swallowing heavily, I scooched back on the desk and then carefully laid back. When my back was pressed flat against the cold wood, I noticed Ethan again. His pants were already undone and I noticed he was bare beneath, his erection already hard and close to freedom.
Just like in my dream, his large hands moved on to his shirt. He jerked it off quickly, throwing it onto his chair. When he reached for his pants again, I looked away. I didn’t want to watch this, didn’t want to be here.
I stared at the ceiling instead, waiting for the inevitable. My whole body felt like it was pulled taut like a piano string, prepared for the unthinkable. The waiting, I thought, was worse than the actual deed. Just knowing it was coming—
Then he touched me.
I jerked from the sudden touch, his hand sliding along my bare side near my ribs. “You’re soft, Diana,” he told me in a deep voice that sent conflicting shivers down my spine. “And fit. You’re in good shape considering you had a kid.”
I swallowed, shutting my eyes. I didn’t want him to talk about Cody, but it reminded me of the dream again. You’re definitely a mom I’d like to fuck. I nearly whimpered, but managed to muffle it. Mostly.
Not enough, though, because Ethan commented. “I knew you’d come around to the deal.”
That pissed me off enough that my eyes snapped open and I turned so that I was staring at Ethan, glaring venomously at him. “Shut up,” I told him.
He laughed at me. “Spunky. I like it. Just don’t get too spunky.”
His hand moved down my frame, making me shiver in the good and the bad ways again. It frustrated the hell out of me that my mind and body couldn’t seem to agree on what was happening here.
When his fingers reached my panties, they curled beneath the hem and jerked them down my legs. I clenched my eyes shut, trying not to remember my erotic dream.
But it was impossible. He’d ripped them off me then and stuffed them into my mouth. I half expected the real Ethan Chambers to do that, too, but he didn’t. He tossed them carelessly, then went back to my body. His hands slid over my hips and thighs, my navel and my ribs.
I was trying not to look at him, but it was impossible. When I felt his hand just below my bra, my eyes snapped open again to find him watching my reactions.
Now that I was looking at him, I couldn’t help but stare. His muscles were carved as though from stone, hard and bulging in all the right ways. But there were scars there, scrapes across his body that added a strange beauty to him. A slice across his bicep. A strip of angry, gnarled red down his chest. A small notch missing at his hip. His abs were like a washboard and I couldn’t help but notice that little trail of dark hair leading down to—
Despite myself, I caught my breath. He was big. His cock was hard with veins trailing up towards the dark pink head. I found myself thinking that maybe my imagination hadn’t given him enough credit.
“Like what you see, baby?” he growled as he leveled his hard erection at my entrance. He was settled between my legs, his hands having moved down to my inner thighs so he could push them open wider. He was looking at me when he asked it, but then his eyes trailed down lower to my core. He laughed. “I guess that answers that.”
My cheeks flushed red as I realized what he was talking about. I was already wet.
“Maybe I should have offered you this deal in the first place,” he said. I felt the tip of him press at my entrance. “Of course, what’s the fun in that?”
I didn’t get a chance to answer. He pushed the head of his cock in, the initial insertion stretching me wider than I’d been stretched in a while. He gave me a second to get used to him, to adjust to his huge size, then he plunged inside.
The length of him filled me up until he hit the very back of me, my body screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I cried out.
“Fuck, baby, you’re tighter than I thought,” he grunted, his hard body held over mine by his strong muscled arms. He seemed bigger in that moment. And not just his engorged cock inside of me. He was like a cage capturing me, holding me within his walls of bone and delicious flesh.
God, I didn’t want to want him. But I did. I wanted him.