She understood. That same need scorched like lightning through her blood. And yet when he reached for her robe, a moment of uncertainty slipped through her. She stepped back before he could strip the robe away and expose her completely.
“What is it?” The words came out harsh. The muscles across his shoulders vibrated with tension.
“There’s something. It’s nothing, really, just that . . .”
“Tell me.”
“I know you’re kind of old-fashioned.” She moistened her lips, growing more nervous. She wanted this to be perfect. Wanted to be perfect for Ethan. “La Belle has a rule . . . I mean, we model very skimpy lingerie.”
“Go on,” he said, impatience in his voice.
“It’s just . . . well, it’s company policy that all the girls . . . that we have to . . . we have to wax.”
The implication hung in the air. When she took off the robe she’d be bare. Everywhere.
Ethan’s eyes closed and a muscle flexed in his jaw. “Jesus, God, you’re killing me.”
“I just . . . I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”
He gripped her shoulders and his mouth crushed down over hers. A long, thorough kiss and he reached for her robe, pulled it open, and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her completely naked. Hot brown eyes traveled slowly down her body, taking in every bare inch of her.
“I’m going to kiss you all over,” he said gruffly. “I’m going to eat you alive.” Then he was lifting her into his arms, striding over to the bed and settling her on the mattress.
He took a moment to shed his jeans, pull a condom out of his pocket, and toss it on the bedside table. Foil gleamed in the moonlight seeping in through the curtains as he joined her in bed and started kissing her again, ravaging her mouth as he had before, making her restless and hot.
Settling himself between her legs, he shifted his attention to her breasts, suckling and tasting until she squirmed beneath him. He moved lower, his tongue circling her navel, sliding across the flat plane below.
She whimpered at the feel of his lips against the inside of her thigh, nipping and kissing, moaned as he moved to her sex. Keeping his word, he tasted, teased, devoured. Her hands fisted in the sheet as he drove her up to the peak. In minutes she reached an earth-shattering climax, a journey into pleasure that seemed to have no end.
It wasn’t enough.
Her hands slid into his short dark hair. “I need . . . I need more, Ethan. I need to feel you inside me. Please, Ethan.”
His eyes looked feral as he came up over her, his erection big and hard. His body felt solid and warm between her parted legs. Ethan kissed her, long and deep, eased himself inside with exquisite care. She loved the fullness, the way his powerful body pressed her into the mattress.
It wasn’t enough.
She wanted to absorb him, mesh with him until they were just one being. She wanted to know him in the very marrow of her bones.
She arched beneath him, taking him deeper as he began to move. “I need more, Ethan,” she whispered, bolder words than she had ever spoken. “Please.”
He seemed to swell inside her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She realized he was holding himself back, fighting to stay in control. She didn’t want him in control. She wanted him as wild for her as she was for him. “You won’t hurt me. I want you, Ethan, please.”
An animal growl tore from his throat. With fierce, powerful thrusts, he drove into her, moving faster, deeper, harder, giving her what she wanted. Driving her to a second shattering climax. She cried out his name, dug her nails into the muscles across his shoulders, and just hung on.
Ethan didn’t stop. “Again,” he demanded as she started spiraling down.
“I can’t.”
“You will,” he vowed, driving deeper, claiming her in some way, and the words shot her over the edge.
Pleasure tore through her. She hadn’t known it could be this good, this intense. For several seconds the world seemed to tilt, to spin on its axis. She clung to his neck and felt his body go rigid, every muscle vibrating as he reached his own release.
Time slowed and she began to float down, her mind in a soft, sensuous haze.
Ethan finally lifted himself away and left the bed to dispose of his condom. Seconds later, she heard him rummaging around in his bag in the living room, then he padded naked back to bed, a beautiful male animal outlined in the faint sliver of moon illuminating the darkness.
