Leaning up, I graze his lips with mine. “I want you. Somuch.”
He brushes his nose against mine. “Want you too,sweetness.”
Emotion swells in my body, making me hope for things I probably shouldn’t wishfor.
One night,I remind myself.Take a chance tonight. Don’t think abouttomorrow.
Slowly, I pull back. Those blue eyes darken as he watches my hands work the buttons on my bustier that run from between my breasts all the way down to mywaist.
When I’m done, I return my hands to my sides andwait.
An eternity passes as his eyes travel down me, lingering where my top barely clings to the crests of my curves, and back up again. His deep voice breaks the silence with a raspy whisper. “You’re just about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with your clothes on. Not sure how you’re gonna rock my world if I take this top offyou.”
A white-hot spark surges between us when I stare into hiseyes.
“Maybe we should find out.” I wonder if he can hear my heart beating against my ribs. “Touch me,Ethan.”
He holds my stare as his rough palm wraps around my shoulder and slides down one strap of mytop.
Then theother.
Until I feel the breeze on my bareskin.
When he glances down this time, his hungry groan flares the delirium burning in myveins.
“Fuck, you have an incrediblebody.”
His fingers ghost over me, test the weight of me in one big palm, before he squeezes mybreast.
God,yes.
Harder.
Like he senses what I need, he complies until his fingers almost bruise, where his hold rides that border between pleasure andpain.
Perfection.
I let out a sigh of delight and pull him closer. His powerful thigh wedges between mine, and everything pulses in me when I feel him hard and thick against myhip.
Wordlessly, I undo the buttons of his shirt because I need to feel his heat against mine. When his shirt is off, all I can do is admire his strength that doesn’t come from obsessing in the gym but from long hours working on his ranch. From his dedication to his family business. And damn if that doesn’t make me like himmore.
Strained muscles bend and flex over me as he settles himself fully between my legs, the weight of him nearly making my eyes roll back in myhead.
Which is when I realize how much larger he is than anyone I’ve ever beenwith.
Above me, his beautiful broad shoulders blot out the stars and sky. His hand stretches across the expanse of my stomach. I have to wiggle my hips to make him fit between mythighs.
Who says you can have too much of a goodthing?
It’s notpossible.
Because Ethan feelsdivine.
Hard to my soft. Rough to mysmooth.
I breathe in his cologne and the scent of leather that clings to his skin before our mouths connect, and I indulge in languid, deep kisses that turn fierce anddesperate.
When we break apart, he dips his head to my neck and takes one long suck that has me moaning into the quietnight.
