Wife by Agreement

Ethan didnt look too offended. In fact, beneath the heat of desire his eyes were filled with warmth and amusement. 'Perhaps we should start with the things you've been thinking about.' His sinfully sexy drawl fed the flames that were making her dizzy with desire.

'I just wondered what you tasted like.'

'And?'

The corners of her mouth lifted as she recalled the salty tang of his skin. 'Nice.'

'I like the taste part too.' Her mind was immediately invaded by a series of steamy, hair-curling pictures to match his provocative words. 'Only I think it might be an idea to start with the kissing stage and progress...'

Kissing was all right—kissing was good, and at least she wasn't a total novice in the kissing stakes. I'm in your hands.'

Her wicked little smile knocked him for six yet again. He kissed the smile off her lips. He drove every thought and preconceived idea out of her head with a bewildering alternation between greedy, driving hunger and playful, soft torment.

'Oh, I love your mouth,' she breathed fervently, when she was able to breathe once more. She tensed slightly as she realised his fingers were skilfully slipping the loops that held the bodice of her nightshirt together.

His mouth nuzzled the slender column of her neck before he reached eye-level. 'What's wrong?'

'I'm not very—I'm too thin.'

'Who said so?' he asked with tolerant amusement.

'You,' she reminded him bluntly.

'What a time to start taking any notice of what I say. I want to see your body. I want to feel it against me. I want to taste it. I want to see if that blush of yours goes all over. I've given the subject a lot of thought just lately.'

'You have?'

He nodded firmly. 'Take it off for me,' he instructed huskily, unable to resist the opportunity to fulfil part of a recurrent dream he'd had—a dream that went back further than the last week.

On her knees now, Hannah pulled the nightshirt over her head and let it slip silently to the floor. Half of her wanted to look away, but the other half knew she'd see his real reaction in that split second. She was right—in that split second his face was naked and strangely defenceless. The intensity of the passion in his eyes had an odd, unfocused blindness. Under her amazed eyes she saw him fight and overcome the strong passions that drove him.

She could now believe and wonder at his hoarse, 'My God, you're so lovely.' And when he said, 'Come here,' she did so willingly. Physically the distance was small, but emotionally it was a leap of faith.

His back was propped up against the bed-head, and she was kneeling, straddling him. His hands glided smoothly over the graceful line of her spine, curving possessively over the firm contours of her bottom. Raising his knee slightly, he touched the sensitive, aching apex between her legs and drew a low moan from her dry throat.

His eyes never strayed from her flushed, aroused face as he changed the angle of the raised leg and sent her sliding downwards until the damp, tangled patch between her thighs was forced against his hip and her breasts were flattened against his chest. The silk boxers he wore were darkened where the dampness of his skin made them cling to his body, and they could barely contain the evidence of his growing desire.

Whilst his lips tugged and sucked at hers, his capable hands slid under her knees, and suddenly she was sitting astride him with her flexed legs pressed up and along either side of his body. He ran his hands down the back of her thighs and used the space between them to manoeuvre himself close enough to claim the twin pleasures of her aching breasts.

All thoughts of inadequacy vanished from her head as he teased the ruched peaks. She felt womanly and irresistible as his teeth and tongue made her breasts tingle and burn.

'When you touch me here,' she said shyly, bringing one finger up to indicate one erect nipple, 'I can feel it here.' She moved her hand to indicate her lower belly, where the muscle spasms clenched her womb in a series of deeply pleasurable contortions. Was this what it was like to be a woman? she wondered with awe. 'I wish I'd known,' she said, turning her sleepily sexy stare on him.

Her actions seemed to stir him to action—surging, violent action. Suddenly she was flat on her back and he was over her. She could see the gleam of sweat glistening on the muscle-packed contours of his shoulders and chest.

With one finger he drew a line from the pulse spot in the hollow at the base of her throat, between the valley of her breasts, over her flat belly.

'Here?' he asked hoarsely. 'And here?' He slipped his fingers between her legs and sucked in air noisily as she gasped, her body bucking. The slick heat that greeted his touch made a red haze dance before his eyes. He wanted to plunge into the heat and warmth of her welcoming body. His jaw clenched as he fought for control.