Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Yes, right there. I’m not sure why you were worried I wouldn’t like something because just having you touch me is heaven.”
It was?
Hmm. She did like when he touched her. Maybe she could have him touch her over her clothes.
“Would you . . . would you like to touch me too?”
“God, yes. But I don’t want to go too far, and I might be tempted to throw you on the bed and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name if I touch you now.”
“Well, that sounds rather nice.”
She leaned back to find him grinning down at her. “Oh, it will be more than nice. It will be hot and sweaty and memorable.”
Cate swallowed heavily. She had no idea what to say to that. Only that she now had something to dream about tonight.
“Keep going, baby. Please.”
Right. He’d scrambled her brain with all of his talk about hot and heavy sex. She moved her hands over his shoulders and down his T-shirt.
Then she tugged at it.
“Do you want this off?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Such a polite baby,” he crooned. “Such a good girl.”
Yes. She really liked when he praised her.
He drew off the T-shirt and she swore that her brain short-circuited for a moment.
It had to be some sort of chemical imbalance. An overload of hormones.
She wasn’t sure what exactly. All she knew was that she was frozen in place, and she might be staring.
You are definitely staring.
“Cate? Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
“I just . . . you’re so beautiful.”
He grinned. “You’re frozen because you think I’m beautiful?”
“Uh-huh.”
Ethan reached up and wiped at the corner of her mouth. “I think you’re drooling a little.”
“I am not!”
Was she?
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“Baby, you never have to be sorry for wanting me. For finding me attractive. I like it. But how would you feel about moving this to the bed?”
“I thought the bed was a bad idea. You know . . . your whole throwing me on there and ravishing me urges.”
“I’ll try to keep my urges under control.” Standing, he lifted her over to the bed, then climbed on and sat back against the headboard. “And this will be more comfortable for you to touch me.”
She wasn’t sure about comfortable. But if it made it easier for her to reach more of him, then she was all for it.
“Can I straddle you again?” she asked.
He slid his hands behind his head. “I’m here for you to do whatever you want.”
But . . . she didn’t want to hurt him. And he might be a Dominant, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have limits.
“What don’t you want me to do?” she asked. “What are your hard limits?”
She wasn’t sure if that was a look of surprise or satisfaction.
“Don’t draw blood. Don’t use your teeth on my cock or squeeze my balls too hard. And I don’t like having my feet touched.”
Okay . . . the feet thing wasn’t that unusual. More surprising. And she definitely didn’t want to draw his blood.
“How will I know if I’m squeezing too hard?” she asked.
“Take hold of my hand.”
Straddling his hips, she clasped hold of his hand.
“Now squeeze slightly and keep squeezing harder. There. No harder than that.”
“Got it. Sensitive balls.” She nodded.
“I wouldn’t call them sensitive,” he grumbled.
“Sensitive about having your balls called sensitive. Understood.”
“I like it when you’re sassy. Means you feel safe with me.”
She was being sassy? Huh. She must be doing it without realizing it. Well, he sounded like he enjoyed it, so she wasn’t going to stop.
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she moved them down his chest. “You’re so muscular. Sexy. Smooth.”
“Smooth, huh?”
“Yes.” She ran her fingers over his nipples.
He sucked in a breath. “Play with them, baby.”
“You like that?” she asked. “Are they sensitive too?”
“I wouldn’t say sensitive. But they like you touching them.”
She leaned in and licked one. “Do you always talk about your body parts as though they’re sentient?”
“Only the important ones.”
Right. Good to know. Oh well, he might be slightly crazy, but she could ignore that. Moving to his other nipple, she sucked on it before licking it.
He let out a low moan and his hand came to the back of her head, holding her there.
Oh, God.
Why did she like that so much? Him pressing her to his chest? Guiding her?
Pulling back, she gazed up at him.
“Shit. Sorry, sweetheart.” He moved his hands away. “I’m supposed to be keeping my hands to myself.”
“Maybe I should tie you up,” she suggested.
He raised an eyebrow. “If anyone is getting tied up, it’s going to be you.”
She could see that. Naked and lying on the bed, her wrists tied together above her.
“I think you like the idea of that, don’t you?” he asked.
Like it? She more than liked that idea.
Ethan placed his hands back behind his head. And she slid down his legs, running her hands along his abs. Then she followed her hands with her lips until she reached the waistband of his jeans.