I grab her by the waist and hoist her up, and she clamps her strong legs around my torso, her nightgown pooling around her hips. More by instinct than sight, I stumble to the nearest wall and push her up against it. Our kiss turns rough and desperate, and I grind against her core.
I slip a hand under her gown and slide it over her thigh until her round ass fills my palm. Then every muscle in my body clenches, and my mind goes electric white with shock. I was already painfully hard, but my cock hardens even more, and I get lightheaded enough to sway slightly.
“What ... are you wearing?” I choke out, leaning back to meet her eyes.
She offers me a slow, sinful smile. “I think it’s time you unwrap your present, husband.”
Chapter Forty
Sunny
Despite my bravado, nerves knot my stomach when Ethan eases my legs down to the floor. Thank gods there’s a wall behind me, because I’m not quite steady on my feet. But some of my timidity melts away when Ethan extends a shaking hand toward me.
He’s nervous too.
Ethan catches the spaghetti strap of my nightgown with one finger and tugs it past my shoulder. I exhale a shaky breath, and his eyes jump to meet mine. His pupils are blown wide with good old-fashioned lust, but he still searches my face to make sure I’m okay.
“Go on,” I murmur, stepping away from the wall.
His intent gaze returns to the task at hand, and he slides down the other strap. Impatience seeps into his movement as he grips the front of my bodice and pulls it down, the satin slipping to my waist without resistance.
A choked gurgle sounds in his throat, and I worry that he might have swallowed his tongue.That would be a shame.I have plans for that talented tongue of his. His blatant desire infuses confidence into my veins, and I lift my breasts with my hands, offering them to him.
“Do they meet your approval?” I tease in a husky whisper. He practically slaps my hands away and continues to stare open mouthed at my lace-covered boobs. “Ethan?”
“I like.” He nods jerkily.
“Oh my gods.” Laughter bubbles out of me. “I didn’t mean to break you.”
“Break good,” he slurs. “Look more.”
He hooks his thumbs into the nightgown bunched at my waist and pushes it down, but the fabric has no stretch and gets stuck at my hips—just low enough for the lacy top of my garter belt to peep through.
He tugs on it a bit harder, dragging the gown down an inch lower. With a desperate growl, he bunches the luxurious fabric between his hands and tears the gown straight down the middle. We both gasp at the same time.
“My La Perla,” I cry.
“Fuck me.” He gawks at my garter belt and thigh-highs, gripping the halves of my poor, ruined nightgown in each of his fists. “What thehellare you wearing?”
I can’t stay upset with him when he looks at me like that—with feral hunger and a tinge of fear, as though I’m a mirage that could disappear any moment.
“What? This old thing?” I slide my hands down my waist and over my hips, the lace of the garter belt tickling my palms.
“Take it off.” His voice turns dark and silky, and a shiver runs down my spine. “Take italloff.”
I clench my thighs at his rough command. I want to obey him ... please him. With trembling hands, I unclasp my bra after two tries and shrug out of it. Then I dangle the lacy garment on my index finger before dropping it lightly on the floor.
A breath hisses through his teeth, but he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Slower,” he says, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
Bending at the waist, I trail my hands down one thigh andslowlyfree one dainty clip from my stocking. Spurred on by an unfamiliar instinct, I arch my back and raise my ass in the air as I free another one.
When I reach the last clip, I look at him from beneath my lashes before I unlatch it from my thigh-high. And holding his wild gaze, I roll the stocking down my leg, inch by agonizing inch, and step out of it.
“Shall I go on?” I sound like a siren, my voice husky and inviting.
Ethan gulps, then nods. I repeat with my other leg and stocking.Gods, this is so hot.Impatient for his touch, I straighten my back and reach for the clasp behind my garter belt.
