Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Somehow my sandals are already gone. I have no idea when I took them off. It’s a blur of alcohol and this man, I decide. I won’t know how any of this happened in the morning. Just that it happened. As for undressing, there’s not much to the job. We’re on a hot tropical island, which means my legs are bare. That leaves me with the important decision of panties or bra first? Panties feel easier. I don’t hesitate, or breathe, for that matter. I catch the silk strings at my hips, slide them down my legs, and throw them away. I’m bare down there. You never know what a man wants, so I do it for me, not them. Or him. There aren’t really a lot of men that have been in my bed, as proven by my complete lack of seduction skills. But Ethan doesn’t seem to care, or maybe he prefers someone less experienced. Maybe it feels more powerful. Maybe he just likes me, I remind myself. For now, his expression is impassive, but it doesn’t matter. I can feel his reaction to my half-naked body and the shift in the air as his mood reads edgier.
All in now, I reach between my breasts and unhook my bra. In true “me” fashion, in the moment that should be my hottest, me exposing my breasts and stripping away the last of my clothes, I shrug away the garment, and the latch somehow catches in my hair. So much for showing off my best asset and being sexy about it. I try to disconnect the hook from my long blonde hair, and the next thing I know he’s standing in front of me.
“Let me help,” he says, his lips curving with a hint of a smile and his eyes alight with amusement, though I don’t feel as if he is laughing at me at all. There’s actually something quite tender in his manner as he gently untangles my mess and then strokes my hair from my face.
He’s not touching me now, but I can feel him in every part of me. His eyes rake over my high, full breasts and then lift, lingering on my lips before he says, “You’re beautiful, Zoey.”
His hands catch my waist, and he tugs me roughly against him. “I’m going to fuck you every way you will let me fuck you, and then do it again.”
Oh yes, I think.
Please.
And somehow, I don’t say it out loud, but I have a feeling I will before this night is over.
Chapter Fourteen
Of course, after a statement like “I’m going to fuck you every way you will let me fuck you, and then do it again,” you’d think we were about to go at it like rabbits, but that’s not what happens.
Ethan’s hands remain on my waist, and he leans in and nuzzles my neck. I swear he inhales my scent, which is remarkably erotic, in a way I never imagined possible. He could touch me anywhere, taste me at will, and he chooses to savor me and this night. My hands lift to touch him, and to my shock, he catches my hands again.
“Not yet,” he says, and his voice is as velvety as it is commanding.
I’d object again, but his mouth slants over mine in what becomes a punishing kiss that is as lush as it is hard, and when I want to question why, all I can do is moan.
As if my moan were a trigger, he walks me backward, and I end up pressed to the pillar dividing the windows, and when he tears his mouth from mine, the torment in the depths of his eyes steals my breath. I am not the only one who needed this escape, and I cannot help but wonder what a man with so much feels this deeply about, and why is it on his mind this weekend, in an exotic place he seems to embrace?
We are two lost souls who found a way to each other for one night. It means something, or maybe it means nothing at all. I don’t pretend to understand him or even me tonight.
And yet, I want to know more about Ethan. I want to know him and his whys and whats, but I’ll never be that close to this man. All I have is now, just now, and so does he. The closest I will ever get to knowing him is what I discover right this second and the next until I’m out of seconds and moments with him, and that means unleashing him, dragging out the darkness in the man that I can feel beneath his surface.
The very idea brings out the daring side of me, or maybe he brings out the daring side of me. “If I can’t touch you, what can I have?” I challenge.