“Cute. Very cute. Adorbs, really.” My voice is thin. I’m hanging on to rational thought by my fingertips. “No one’s managed to make me do anything I don’t want to yet, but I’m breathless with anticipation to see you try.”
A wicked smile lights up his face. A half opened condom wrapper is ready to go on the nightstand. He grabs it and rolls it on. Then he lowers his firm lips onto mine, peppering them with soft biting kisses, kisses so tender and distracting that I barely notice him sliding his palm from my hip to the back of my knee, hardly notice him hitching that leg high around his waist. But when he thrust his hips and buries himself inside of me, fusing us as one, then I notice. When he looks into my eyes as if I’m the only thing in the world worthy of his attention, I notice. Every smartass comment I’m about to taunt him with dies on take off because I am left speechless from the feelings passing between us.
“Ethan,” I murmur as I reach up and cup his face. He kisses my palm, then rubs his prickly cheek back and forth. Just a name. It shouldn’t mean so many things. And yet it does.
I can’t hold his determined gaze a second longer. I’m lost to the pleasure moving through me as he slowly rocks his hips. “Hold on tight, baby. I’m about to wreck this pretty little pussy,” he murmurs in my ear as he drives his body into mine. Harder, more demanding now. “You’re gonna hang a condemned sign on it when I’m done.”
Seriously?
I bite down on my lips to stave off the grin, the laughter, the pure joy. He’s the most fun I’ve ever had. Seeing my amusement, a slow smile lights up his face.
“Too much?” he murmurs.
All I can do is shake my head as my tightly coiled body gets ready to cut loose another epic O. My dirty talking nice guy… too cute. Too damn cute. There were no declarations of love that night. Though I can’t fault the man’s strategy.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The next week flies by in a blur of sexual experimentation, some that will have to be added to the Kama Sutra I’m pretty sure. It’s kind of troubling, how neither one of us seems to be satiated––ever. I can barely walk and yet the man looks at me funny and I’m ready to go. I chalk this up to abstinence being a dangerous thing.
“Ethan––”
Strong fingers press into the insides of my thighs, spreading them open and holding them down.
He came home early this afternoon on some ridiculous pretense that he wanted to work in his newly renovated home office. As soon as he walked through the door he grabbed me and began peeling clothes off. I was naked before we even made it to the stairs.
“These are the most beautiful legs,” he mutters, placing a string of kisses on the inside of my thigh. “And this is the most beautiful pussy––”
“Eth––”
My voice is strangled, breathy. Which is no surprise since the man in my bed has been torturing me with his hands and tongue for the past twenty minutes. It’s the other body part, the one he wants to keep to himself, that I’m interested in.
“Hmm.”
“Eth––”
Then, a low chuckle. “Hmm.”
My clit has been teased so mercilessly it’s seconds away from crying, throwing its toys on the ground, and going home.
“If you don’t stop torturing me, I will rip off your dick and pleasure myself with it.”
A burst of hot breath hits the bulls eye, the deep chuckle that follows it vibrating to the rest of my lady parts. I nearly shoot off the bed I’m so sensitive.
The man doing the torturing lifts his head and gives me a sultry look, his sensual mouth curving into a grin that promises retribution. “Since you asked so nicely.” His expression turns aggressive. “Get on your elbows and knees––ass up.”
My eyes widen in sweet, salacious joy. “Aye aye, sir,” I chirp in glee, scrabbling to do as I am told.
“Amber––” The inflection in his voice gets my attention. I turn to examine his face. “I’ll use a condom if you want me to but––I know you’re on the pill.” With uncertainty in his eyes, he holds my gaze.
I saw me take it two nights ago. I knew he’d noticed.
“You know I’m clean,” he says, weight to his voice.
Nothing about this affair feels casual anymore. Definitely not if we’re ready to cross this line. Cassandra’s word’s are always there, scratching at the back of my mind, telling me I’m losing control of the situation––and more importantly, of my feelings.
“I am, too. No condom.”
His eyes first brighten, then fill with raw desire. He’s the sexiest man on the planet full stop. It seems inconceivable that a man could be this good––the kind of good that’s bone deep––and be just as beautiful on the outside. I almost look around to see if anybody else sees it, or if it’s all in my head like the invisible friends lonely little kids make up.