And I wanted him to.
I gulped. Bryce was the only guy I’d been with, and pleasuring me wasn’t high on his list.
“Never,” I panted.
Stop.
Don’t stop.
Anxiety and desire warred within me as Ethan brushed his lips to my neck and trailed it down my collarbone.
What if I scared him off? What if I broke him? What if we fell in love? What if he broke me?My mind was working overdrive, but my body, my body wasn’t scared one bit. Not. At. All. It was green lights flashing as far as that was concerned. Heat pooled in my belly and a low throbbing started between my legs.
After brushing his lips across my collarbone, he pulled away and held his face right in front of mine, unmoving, with a piercing gaze.
I realized then that he wouldn’t make the first move. He would wait, like a loyal dog, until I gave the command. Because he respected me; he cared. And that ignited something within me.
Fuck it. I was going for it.
“Kiss me,” I commanded before I lost my nerve.
A slow smirk crossed his face then. His hand came up to gently cup the back of my neck. Stepping closer to me, he pressed his body flush against mine and I swear to God I moaned. He hadn’t even done anything yet and I fucking moaned like I was having an orgasm. This was so long overdue; I’d fantasized about this moment for so long.
Leaning forward, he captured my mouth, pressing his lips to mine, and I immediately parted them, letting his tongue brush with mine. For a man as strong and big as Ethan King, his kiss was tender, delicate, fucking hot as hell. I was in control; he was letting me lead.
I pushed my pelvis into his, feeling pride at the hardness I felt there. I did that to him, I turned him on. He deepened the kiss as my arms went around his back, stroking the tight, corded muscles there, relishing the exposed part of my skin that touched his. His warm slick tongue entwined with mine and the kiss became more insistent. When his hands trailed down my back to cup my ass, I spread my legs so he could pull me up on him.
It’s like Ethan was psychic. Everything I wanted him to do, he did. When my ankles hooked behind his back and I was fully straddling his waist, I decided to take it one step further. Letting him hold me up, I pulled away from our kiss to pull my shirt over my head, exposing my black lace bra.
Target clearance aisle score.
His eyes were blazing, chest heaving, lips blushing red. He took one look at my bra and leaned forward, still holding me up, and placed his mouth around my nipple. The moment his tongue came out and sucked my lacy nipple into his mouth, pleasure exploded inside of me. I ground my hips into his hardness, wanting more.
What I felt between my legs, even through his basketball shorts, was big. Really big. And that scared me and excited me at the same time. In an expert move, he used one hand to unclasp my bra while walking me back to his bedroom. The moment my breasts were free, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pushed his face into them. And he obliged. Wrapping his mouth around my now bare nipple, he lapped at it with his tongue, nearly sending me over the edge.
Holy fuck, this was better than I ever dreamed, and we’d barely done anything.
Ethan lowered me onto the bed, leaning forward and taking my bottom lip into his mouth. His hands were on my breasts, thumbs lightly grazing my nipples, and I swore I was going to orgasm from this alone.
Oh how sexually deprived I had been? Ethan’s nipple delight was going to make me go all the way.
When he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes were half lidded.
“Show me what you want,” he breathed, and my mind went blank.
What did I want? I’d never been asked that in bed. Bryce was a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of guy. I never really wanted anything from him. Even in our heyday, sex was a chore to please him.
“Surprise me,” I finally said.
I trusted Ethan.
He grinned, and holy hell that smile alone made me wet.
Reaching down, he unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them off of me, kissing my thighs as he went. I didn’t even give him time to pull off my undies, I yanked them off for him, spreading my legs wide. I was absolutely aching for his touch; I’d never wanted anything more in my life. Two firm hands planted themselves on either side of my thighs and then his face went southward and I lost all rational thought. It was just spurts of words and thoughts and feelings.
Licking.
Moaning.
