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)
Ethan’s hands are on my breasts, between my legs. Stroking and teasing, gentle, then rough. I’m hot, shaking and needy, strung so tight that I can barely breathe. He keeps me on the edge, sensing when I get close and then backing off.
He drives me up, pulls me down, slinging my sensations all over the place.
It’s too much, but really not enough.
I want to demand more and plead with him to stop, but in my heart of hearts, I know that Ethan is going to do what Ethan wants, and that’s what’s best for me.
Lifting his head, Ethan peers down into my eyes, his fingers still working magic between my legs. I’m embarrassed and shy and start to turn my head.
“Oh no you don’t,” he growls. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to see what color they change to when you come.”
“Oh God,” I mutter, but I don’t look away again.
We stare at each other as his fingers probe slick flesh, circle sensitive nerves, and when that burst of pleasure he was seeking for me starts to rage, when he feels it breaking free, he says, “There’s my girl. Let go, Marcie.”
And I do. I cry out as decadent spasms rip through my body, racing through my very veins, down every nerve until I feel it everywhere. I shudder as wave after wave sucks me under and just when I think it starts to ebb, Ethan spreads my legs to wrap around his waist. He drives into me in one fluid thrust and another massive ripple of pleasure races up my spine.
“Ethan,” I sob into his shoulder, my arms wrapping around him to hang on. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
My chants are met with answering thrusts, his ragged breath mingling with mine. “Never going to stop, baby.”
Ethan rides me hard and fast, one hand gripping a thigh and the other pressed down into the counter for leverage. A shock of black hair falls over his forehead, but I don’t have the urge to sweep it back. Instead, I want to pull on it and demand he go harder.
I have no clue what has become of the Marcie who thought lovemaking was something done on soft sheets with dim lights, but this wild and unrestrained mating of our bodies has me wondering what in the hell I’ve been missing all my adult life.
Ethan rocks into me deep, presses his forehead against mine and groans out his release. My palms against his back feel the shudders of pleasure, and I can tell this experience wrecked him as much as it did me.
Gathering me in close, our torsos pressed against each other, I feel the slam of his heartbeat against my own.
“Christ that was good,” he finally says, and tenderness wells within me. Now my fingers go to his hair, brush it back from his face.
“Really good,” I agree.
He lifts his face and grins down at me. “How hungry are you now?”
“Not really thinking about food.”
“Good,” he says, scooping me from the counter and turning for the stairs. It’s then that I realize, Ethan’s still fully dressed and he’d opened up his jeans to free himself before fucking me. I giggle because that’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“What’s so funny?” he asks as he takes the stairs, strong arms holding me securely.
“It’s just… that seemed so feral. I’m naked except for my socks and you’re still dressed.”
“Going to remedy that as soon as I get to my bedroom,” he says. “Then we’ll be even.”
“We’ll never be even after what you just did to me,” I mutter.
Ethan laughs, deep from within his chest, and as we enter his bedroom, he presses a soft kiss to my mouth. He lies me down on the bed, looming over me with a serious expression. “Watching you come was seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And that wasn’t even the best I’ve got to give you. I think you might be right, darling. You and I are never going to be even.”
His mouth presses down on mine and his tongue slides in, quickly putting me back under his thrall. His hand is back between my legs and before I lose that last vestige of reason, I remember thinking to myself that I could get very used to this.
CHAPTER 21
Ethan
I stand at the fireplace mantel, a cold bottle of beer in hand as I survey the room. I’m hard pressed to keep my smile at bay, even through the chaos.
The Blackburn family is all together and it’s fucking fantastic. Abby and Kellen arrived a few hours ago but I was still down at the broodmare barn. I ignored my mother’s texts to hurry with my work, and it wasn’t until she sent Sylvie down in one of the electric golf carts that are safe enough for her to drive that I finally called it a day. Besides, I’ve been more than excited to see Abby.