Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Finishing the last pepper, I wipe my hands on a towel before pulling the large white onion toward me. I take a deep breath of fortification and say, “I hope you don’t mind women who cry.” Ethan stares down at me in question. I hold up the onion. “Gets me every time.”
He smiles and takes the onion from my hand, setting it on the counter far away from me. He takes the knife away as well. I assume he means to cut the onion, but he merely puts the utensil down before turning to face me fully.
The glint in his eye prickles my skin. Stepping into me, his hands come to rest on my shoulders. “It occurs to me that I haven’t gotten a kiss from you yet. You walked right in and started flitting about the kitchen.”
I lift my chin. “I don’t flit.”
His laugh is soft and rumbling as his eyes roam over my face. “No, I don’t suppose you do.”
Dipping his head, Ethan glides his lips over mine. Just a soft touch but I feel it all the way to my toes as he whispers, “How hungry are you?”
“I had a late lunch,” I murmur back.
I feel his smile against my mouth just before he deepens the kiss. I melt into it without any will of my own. Ethan’s hands drop down my arms, his thumbs grazing the sides of my breasts while his tongue tangles with mine. My head falls back and then his mouth is on my neck, trailing teeth and lips along my sensitive skin.
My breath clogs in my throat as he pulls my shirt up and over my head so quickly, I can’t even process what’s going on. The cool air hits my skin, pebbles my nipples in my bra.
Ethan leans back slightly, looks between our bodies and slides a finger down the center of my chest to tap against the front clasp. “I wonder what would happen if I popped this open,” he muses softly, eyes pinned on my breasts held in place by the black satin. He poses the question to himself, not me, and I wait breathlessly to see what he does.
Green eyes lift to meet mine. There’s no request for permission but rather a statement that he’s going to take what he wants, and God help me… that’s so damn sexy I can barely think. Without looking back down again, Ethan expertly flicks open the front clasp of my bra. My breasts spill free and yet Ethan keeps his eyes on mine.
Finally, he looks down and apparently he likes what he sees because his growl rumbles so hard that I feel it in my chest.
Large, warm, calloused hands test the weight of my flesh. Thumbs drag across nipples, leaving me weak… dizzy.
“Love the way you feel in my hands,” he says, words harsh and guttural. “I’m thinking they’ll feel better in my mouth.”
A tremor racks my body, not from his touch but from his words.
I’ve never heard those words before and they’re as pleasure-inducing as the chaos his fingers create.
I go to my tiptoes, put my mouth against his and fall into a kiss that is so consuming, every bit of my control is swept away. Ethan continues to stroke, glide and squeeze while my world spins crazier with lust and passion.
He’s seducing me with very little effort and I’ve completely surrendered.
A flash of reason seeps into my fogged brain and I realize… I need to feel him. I want to touch his skin, feel the muscles underneath, understand the strength that is there. I tug at his T-shirt, lifting it just enough for my hands to slide under. So warm and smooth and rippled. I push my hands up to his chest, pressing into the solid muscles honed by hard work and dedication.
I let out a tiny cry of surprise when I find myself lifted, only for my butt to come down on the edge of the counter. I vaguely hear Ethan pushing stuff out of the way and then his mouth is on my breast. My hands grab his head, fingers sliding into his hair, and I grip hard to keep him right where he’s at. I feel his reverberating chuckle before he sucks hard on my nipple.
His mouth is so hot and demanding. Ethan is in total control of my body and I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t do if he asked. I get the sense he doesn’t want me to offer but wants to take. Maybe even destroy me.
And yet… I trust him implicitly that whatever havoc he’s wreaking, it’s only done with the intention to make me fly.
I’m barely cognizant of the zipper on my jeans being tugged down and then Ethan is peeling them away, taking my panties right along, past my socked feet. My instinct is to protest because we’re in a bright kitchen and I’m on a counter and so exposed and vulnerable, but his mouth is on mine again and I fall back under his spell so thoroughly, I’ve surrendered.