Yes, please.
The benefit to living with this man is seeing him in all manner of dress. My favorite happens to be those thin nylon sweatpants that show exactly how much he’s packing.
More than a mouthful.
The sound of baseball fills the room, snapping my attention to the TV.
“You didn’t check the MLB app, did you?” he asks.
His voice is so sexy.Deep and masculine. Commanding.
“No.” I shake my head to get out of whatever loony place it had gone a moment ago.Is it hot in here?“I would never cheat and see who won.” Squeezing my thighs together, I realize I might need averrrrrycold shower later.
“Good girl.”
“But Imight’veseen that someone hit a grand slam.” I cringe playfully and wait for him to freak out. The goofball DVRed the Astros game since they played earlier today. He’s very serious about not seeing spoilers before he can watch.
His eyebrows furrow, and he holds his chest. “You’re breaking my heart, Victoria. No ice cream for you this week.”
“What? That’s not fair, you big bully.” I push him, and he yanks me closer and tickles me. Popcorn goes flying.
I yelp, and instantly, his giant paw covers my mouth, and he laughs in my ear. “Shh. Don’t wake up the kids.”
Wiggling as hard as I can, I try to tickle him back, but he’s so big, I’m like a rag doll in his arms. I’m cackling and squealing and kicking my legs. And Jesus Christ, I’m turned on. The harder I fight against him, the stronger that throb between my legs pulses.
He shifts, leans sideways, and the next thing I know, we’re horizontal on the couch. I’m huffing and puffing into his palm and laughing so fucking hard when his amused eyes meet mine.
“Say, ‘Ethan is the tickle master of the universe,’ and I’ll let you go.”
I squint but nod slowly. When he removes his hand, I smirk. “Ethan fights like a little girl!”
Those taunting words are barely out when he covers my mouth with his palm and starts tickling me again.
“Okay!” I scream into his hand. It comes out muffled. “Okay, okay!” I’m practically hyperventilating.
He props himself up, straddling my legs, and hauls my arms over my head. “I’m sorry. What were you saying? Something about how I’m the strongest man you know? How my muscles are so big and impressive?”
I shake my head, smiling, gasping and trying to catch my breath when his gaze travels over my chest. I look down and realize my nipples are rock hard and happily pointing straight at him, my sheer bra and white tank top doing little to mask how turned on I am right now.
His hand tightens on my wrists, and my pulse beats out of control. I love when a guy takes control. And I want Ethan to control this.
When those cobalt-blue eyes brimming with need meet mine, I practically melt into the couch.
Panting, I realize he’s leaning closer, and I let out a small gasp when he lowers himself to me. I’m overwhelmed by his heat. By his weight. By his erection, hard and insistent on my hip.Fuck, yes.
He licks his lips as one hand slowly moves down my arm where goosebumps erupt. And just when I can feel his breath on my skin, just when I start to close my eyes and arch up and give into the desire detonating inside me, a disgruntled baby voice cries, “Daa-dee!” from the monitor.
Like teenagers getting busted for making out, we scramble away from each other.
Ethan rubs his face and takes a deep breath before he turns slowly to me. I can’t read his expression, but now’s not the time to chat.
“It’s okay. Go.” I motion toward the hall. With as much calm as I can muster, I give him a steady smile. “I’ll pause the game.”
Then I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
