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)
“I need inside you,” he announces, tearing his mouth from mine, his voice rough with arousal, and the realization that he no longer feels in control, stirs new fire in my blood. His need for control, the way he dominates me, is surprisingly over-the-top arousing, but knowing he’s near the edge, and I put him there, is everything.
“Finally,” I breathe out, and my hand presses to his leg. “And yet, you’re still not naked.” I reach for his pants, and he does too, and in seconds, it seems, his cock is in my hand, and he is ridiculously big and thick. He’s also already wearing a condom.
My gaze jerks to his, amusement lighting his eyes. “I might have taken my time, but I made sure I was ready.” He captures my leg and pulls it to his hip. My hands press to his naked chest, and I’d object to the fact that he’s still wearing his pants, but he presses between my legs, thick and hard, and I’m in sensory overload.
Finally, I think again in my head, but somehow, he still has it in him to hold back, teasing us both, sliding his erection along the seam of my body, and driving me wild. He clearly does not want me the way I want him, or he would be inside me right now.
“Ethan,” I plead, and in answering reply, he presses inside me, and as if his willpower is now fully eradicated, he thrusts deep, burying himself to the hilt, a guttural groan escaping his lips; his handsome face contorted in pleasure. Yes, I think. Yes. This is what I want from him.
And when a little voice in my head intrudes on the sexy moment to challenge that thought, I shove it aside. He’s the asshole who upset my father, which is why he doesn’t even know my real name. And therefore, this is nothing but sex, sin, and satisfaction—a fairy tale one-night stand.
As if driving home that point, he pinches my nipple, and thrusts into me again.
Pleasure wins.
I’ll even let him win.
Tonight.
Chapter Seventeen
Ethan lifts me off the ground, holding my weight with ease, even as he drags me down on his cock. I cling to him, and we grind together in this dirty, sexy, wild way I’ve never experienced with another man. I don’t even think about falling. For a brief instant, I’m against the wall, him driving into me, but when I hit my head, he scoops me close, and murmurs, “Sorry, baby,” and carries me to the couch.
He sits down and takes me with him, and then I’m straddling him, on top of him, his hot gaze raking over my body, and unbidden, nerves attack. I’m on show and self-conscious. This is a man suited for models and actresses, and I’m just…me. And who am I? Certainly not as pretty as they would be, not as perfect.
He must notice the trepidation in my eyes as his hand slides under my hair, his long fingers folding under my neck, before he drags me closer, my mouth a breath from his mouth. “You’re fucking beautiful, and now I’m at your mercy,” he declares.
His understanding of what I need in this moment undoes me in a way even his words cannot, as does the intimacy of the way his hard body cradles mine and drags me back to him beyond the physical. “I don’t think you are ever at the mercy of anyone.”
“And then came the lightning. And her name is—”
My heart lurches, and I press my lips to his, not willing to hear that name again. Never again. I think I might explode if I do. His fingers twine in my hair, and he deepens the kiss, and it’s like no other kiss we have shared. It’s wicked and sultry and emotional in some way I do not understand. I shove aside such silly thoughts, and blame my imagination on the whiskey. Desperate to get out of my own head, I rock against him, and he reacts just as I’d hoped. He thrusts into me again, pulls me down against him. And then it’s not me rocking, but both of us rocking in unison, in a sultry dance that consumes and ignites into something addictive and wild. We can’t get enough of each other, and it becomes a desperate burn between us.
Every part of me is burning alive for this man, and I can feel the same in him.
I want this to last forever, and yet, I need all the pleasure it promises, and holds just out of reach. That release that feels eternally withheld is somehow sudden when it arrives. I gasp and bury my head in Ethan’s shoulder. He holds me, kissing my neck and whispering, “You are so fucking perfect,” even as I quake around his cock, and drag him with me.