“It wasn’t until you told me about the investigation. I’ve given up everything to prove myself to my boss, but it was never going to happen.”
“You seem okay with this.”
“Our date was so much fun, I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I’ve really laughed like that. I don’t want to go back to the sad, workaholic, hamster wheel.” She sank into the cushions, thankful they were talking again, even if they were a couple of feet apart.
“I’m glad I could help. Do you still want to watch a movie?” He asked. Repositioning to lean against the mound of pillows, he lifted his arm to the side as an invitation for her to cuddle.
She didn’t hesitate and felt a wave of calm wash over her, clasping an arm around his waist. He pressed a button on the remote control, and an image of a black bird statue filled the screen. So content, she thought she would drift off until the warmth of him stoked the embers that she’d been ignoring.
Her hands slid across the soft fabric, feeling the outline of his abs. She traced up his muscular chest, following the curve of his pecs. Her mouth watered at the thought of that warm, bare skin against hers until he clutched her hand, stopping her perusal.
“What are you doing, Bri?” He asked, trembling under her touch. Looking up, she found his darkened eyes searing through her.
“I’m sorry. My hand wandered without me thinking.”
“I’m all for you changing the rules, but you need to choose.” His voice was soft, the last word sounding like a plea.
“Ethan, I want you as much as you want me. I need you. I know it’s gonna hurt when we have to walk away, but I need youto kiss me. I need you to touch me.” He searched her face, his knuckles skimming her cheek.
“Are you absolutely sure? Because once we get started, I intend on having you in such a state of bliss you’re going to forget how to use words.” While her body and mind were screaming “yes”, it felt like his promise had already robbed her of the ability to speak. Shifting to her knees, she leaned toward him, bracing her hands on his broad shoulders. She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth, where a small smile had appeared at her dodging his attempt to capture them. She trailed kisses up his cheek, following the line of his scruff, enjoying how the abrasion made her lips tingle. He closed his eyes with a hum, his fingers stroking her back. His lashes fluttered with each kiss she placed on his lids. After giving his other cheek the same attention, she ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of his ear and scraped her teeth on the lobe. He groaned and shivered, encouraging her further.
Before she could continue, his hands clasped her jaw, holding her still as his lips found hers in a light brush, setting off little fireworks.
CHAPTER 12
There had never beena woman who consumed him the way Bri did. They shared an extraordinary compatibility that neither seemed to have found with anyone else. That was clear from the exhilaration he felt when she bathed his face in tender kisses. Her teeth on his ear was like a lightning rod setting his primal need for her ablaze.
He sipped at her lips, determined to savor every moment with her. The first taste was addictive. Taking her pillowy lower lip between his teeth, he had acknowledged the part of him that was roaring to claim her. His dreams and fantasies about her seemed trivial the more he discovered about the real woman.
Sealing their mouths together and caressing her tongue with his, he kissed her slowly and thoroughly. Their hands slipped under the edges of shirts, purrs of appreciation at the soft, warm skin that had been off limits. He brushed the sensitive skin on the sides of her bare breasts, eliciting a murmur and a pulling at his shirt. He broke away long enough to pull his shirt over his head. She deserved the most intense and memorable experience he could give her, and he was going to take his cues from her to make that happen.
Returning to her, he watched her unbutton her top, eager to see the dusky mauve beauties. He suckled, pinched, and rolled until her nipples were as hard as he was, with her hand firmly stroking him.
Taking her off guard, he flipped her on her back and pinned her hands over her head. The sensation of skin to skin burned, as he nibbled on her delicious vanilla scented skin to her breasts, the slope of her belly, and continued down, discarding her pants and panties on the floor.
He lifted her foot, kissing up her leg until he was positioned at the apex of her thighs. Inhaling her sweet musk, he massaged the area around her labia, listening for her gasps, telling him where her sensitive spots were, beyond the obvious. Each one he found, he kissed and scraped with his teeth until she was dripping with need.
Lapping up every drop, he used his tongue and fingers to coax her to her first orgasm. With his fingers rubbing the bundle of nerves inside of her and his mouth pulling at her clitoris, she rode his face until she panted to her climax.
“More,” she groaned when he moved up her body. He held her close, his fingers still between her legs, helping her through the aftershocks that were almost as intense as the orgasm.
“We have all night, but I have to get protection first.”
“I have some in my purse.” Still trying to catch her breath, she waved toward the closet.
“Did my sly girl have this planned?”
“Let’s call it wishful thinking.”
“You’re not alone.” Watching her breasts rise and fall kept him ready, while he blindly dug through his bag until his hand landed on the package he bought at the airport. “Did you miss me?” He asked, hovering over her, cock sheathed and the box thrown aside.
“Mmm-hmm,” she smiled, her hands slipping around the back of his neck, bringing him down to her for a kiss. He moaned when she wrapped her legs around his hips, cradling his rock-hard cock between her folds. Feeling her wetness, he pressed against her clit, making her gasp.
“Ethan, please. I need you.” She wiggled and squirmed, trying to shift him where she needed him.
“I’m here, Bri.” He kissed her long and hard, sliding the tip of his cock into her.
“Oh,” they sighed.
