“You could do the very same thing.”
“Impossible.” His sureness is so damn sexy.
I take a step back. Then another. And another, kicking my heels off on the way. His brows draw down, curiosity ricocheting through his eyes.
“If that’s true, then I think you should show me.” Biting the corner of my lower lip, I lower the straps from my dress, sliding them down my arms and shimmying the dress below my breasts so it falls to the ground.
I’m left standing in nothing but my lacy black panties and a strapless bra. And while I’d normally feel self conscious, I don’t. Instead, I’m incredibly confident. Because Ethan’s pupils are blown wide, his mouth is hanging open and he can’t tear his gaze from raking over my body again and again.
With hurried movements, he yanks off his shoes, his jacket and bow-tie, dropping them all to the floor before crossing to me and cupping my jaw as he takes me mouth.
We shuffle a few steps backward and Ethan catches me by looping an arm around my waist before I fall to the couch.
A mischievous smirk crosses his face and I’m about to ask him what he’s thinking when he swoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal as he all but runs to his room and tosses me on the bed.
I watch with rapt attention while he starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. When it’s mostly undone, I scramble to me knees and move to the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch him.
He has a defined six pack, the deep V in the hips, and a sprinkle of hair across his chest. My fingers dip in the grooves, over the ridges, and my clit throbs.
“Bee.” My name whispered against my ear has a shiver racing down my spine. But I can’t pull my hands of my eyes from the snack in front of me.
“Hm.”
“I’m hungry.”
Now I pull back to take him in. He’s hungry? “Um. Okay. Do-do you want to go get some food?”
A wicked smile curls the corners of his lips. “Oh, Bee. I’m not hungry forfood.I’m hungry foryou.”
My eyes widen as he finishes taking off his clothes and climbs on the bed. I push myself back as he prowls toward me. But instead of climbing over me, he lays on his back next to me.
I don’t get a second to puzzle out what’s going on here. Grabbing my hips, Ethan places me on top of him, my legs on either side of his chest.
“Sit on my face, Biannca. Let me taste you.”
“What? No. I-I can’t do that. I’ll crush you.” I go to shift but can’t. His arms have wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place.
“First of all, you won’t crush me. Second of all, even if I were to somehow die of suffocation, it’d be worth every fucking second. Now sit.” The bossy side of Ethan is something I never would have expected. But fuck, it’s hot.
Regardless, I’m still hesitant. It’s not that I’ve never done this before. It’s more that I’ve never done it this way.
The question I have to ask myself, is do I hold on to the uncertainty or I let go?
Chapter 10
Ethan
“I’m facing the wrong way.”
I huff out a laugh. “Trust me, you’re not.”
Without hesitation, I pull her down so her cunt lands right against my mouth and immediately run the tip of my tongue around her clit. She moans and relaxes against my hold on her thighs, letting her drop further onto my face. I’m not trying to force her, but I’m trying to get her out of her own head. She tells me to stop and I will in a heartbeat.
Instead of fully embracing this, she leans forward a bit, keeping her ass hovering above me. But she tastes divine and doesn’t make a single move.
I lap and lave at her, swirling her clit, using my teeth to graze the sensitive nerves and diving my tongue into her. I eat her like a dying man eating his last meal.
It’s more than I ever could have imagined or dreamed up. And then she takes it a step further and I damn near spontaneously combust.
