His hands traveled upwards, taking her clothes with them, and then he pulled them over her head leaving her in her lacy pink bra. His eyes roamed her breasts and down her stomach. The hurt was gone, their blue depths now smoldering with heat.
“You have a killer body, Annabelle Smith.”
His mouth moved to her neck, kissing and teasing as he journeyed lower to trace the lace cups with a hot tongue. God, he’d only just started and she was on fire. The sensations were so acute they were almost painful and Annabelle couldn’t remember any of the few men she’d slept with ever making her feel like this.
“Yours isn’t bad either, Gelderman.”
Annabelle pushed up his arms, pulling his sweater upwards and tugging his t-shirt with it. His chest was broad, muscles bunched on his shoulders, and his stomach was corrugated with well-defined abs. She touched him, using her fingers to map what she’d discovered. He inhaled sharply as she traced the dark circles of his nipples. Leaning forward, she placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on his chest, and then licked his nipples, which caused him to hiss.
“Annabelle, do you know how long I’ve wanted your mouth on me?”
“About as long as I’ve wanted yours on me,” she said against his skin.
She explored his body, kissing his shoulders, licking the skin of his neck, and felt her body ignite with each hiss of his breath.
“Okay, my turn.” He pushed her upright, unhooked her bra, then eased it down her shoulders. When she was naked from the waist up he began to torment her, licking the slopes of her aching breasts, teasing and taunting until she threw her head back on a long moan. His tongue brushed her neck and it was wonderful, the sensation jacking up her pleasure, pooling heat between her thighs. He tormented her until she could stand no more. She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged, and only then did he take her aching nipple deep into his mouth and suck it hard.
She was swimming in desire; the need to feel him inside her was mounting. While his mouth teased her breasts, his hands were busy unzipping her jeans. Lifting his head, he eased her off his lap. Then they were both standing and he was stripping her, then himself.
“Now,thatis much better.” His voice was deep and throaty, his eyes running over her body just as hers were his.
He was a beautiful man, big and strong, thighs sprinkled with hair, long tapering legs, a body she would never tire of looking at. He lifted her again, the gesture effortless, and lay her on the bed. His body followed, covering her, and he started kissing her mindless again. Any and all doubts had long since fled in their desperation to take each other, both touching everywhere they could reach until their sighs and moans were mingled. He moved down her body leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he mapped her with his mouth. Annabelle opened her legs and then he was there, his mouth on her, teasing the small, hard bud, tracing the wet folds of her sex until she was sobbing for him to do something about the tension inside her.
“Now, Ethan!”
He didn’t obey, of course, instead pushing his fingers inside her as he bit down on the small bud. It was swift and fierce and rolled over her with an intensity that stole her breath. She had scant seconds to haul in air before he was sheathed deep inside her. His hot, hard length filled her with more ecstasy, more pleasure. He growled something as he braced himself on his arms above her and began to move.
Arching upwards, Annabelle wrapped her legs around his waist and clenched her muscles around him, making his eyes close. He drove into her again, harder, faster, and soon the feeling was building inside her again, and she was riding a wave of pleasure. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled him into her kiss, plunging her tongue inside, mimicking his body’s movements as they both came. It was hard and fast and hit at the same time. His body slumped onto hers, pinning her to the bed, and Annabelle simply wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
Ethan knew he should move but didn’t have the strength to do so. He could feel the thud of Annabelle’s heart beneath him and the breaths she was struggling to draw in, but he wanted to keep her here, trapped under him. Reluctantly he rolled to one side as she pushed a hand against his chest.
What they’d done had been hard, hot and fast, and he’d lost all reason at the first touch of her mouth on his. Ethan rarely lost reason. It was what had made him a good helicopter pilot in Iraqi; it was how he ran his life, how he had learned to live his life in this house with a father who continually tried to break him. He was level-headed, always looking before he stepped in any direction, but not today, not here and now.
Yes, he’d always wanted the woman beside him, and he’d always hoped they’d hook up at some point, a joining of two consenting adults, but he’d never ever planned to take her like this, in his parents’ house.
“We just had unprotected sex, Annabelle.”
“I’m on the pill, Ethan, and while I’m an advocate of condoms, I have regular checks.”
“Me too, and I’m clean, I promise,” Ethan added. “I’m sorry, I just lost the ability to think straight when you kissed me.” Lying on his side, he braced his head on one elbow to look down at her.
"And there's my smooth talking Texan," she said.
Her lashes rested on her cheeks, and her breathing had slowed. Letting his eyes run over her body, he mapped her lush curves. She was beautiful. Her body was strong, and held no spare flesh, all taunt and trim. The planes of her stomach were smooth and flat, the long lines of her legs toned.
“You have a spectacular rack, Smith.” She snorted but kept her eyes closed. “Really, I knew these were pretty special, but nothing prepared me for seeing them in the flesh, so to speak.” They were full and perfectly shaped, nipples the color of raspberries. Unable to resist, he traced the silky skin. Her eyes opened, and their soft brown depths still held the lingering heat of what they’d just done.
“I’m not sure how I feel right now, about this.” She lifted a hand, then let if fall back to the bed, as if the effort was too much. “But give me time and I’ll have it all worked out.”
“Do you need to put a label on it?”
One chocolate-colored eye looked his way. “Yes, and that label would saywrongin big red letters.”
“It sure didn’t feel wrong to me, honey.”
“Whatever. I can’t deal with that now, so instead do you want to tell me what the hell is going on with your family?”
He didn’t. It was a twisted wreck, and he wasn’t sure he even knew how to explain it.
