I shake my head.
“I know you’re probably scared, but I promise I can protect you from out there. You can rest easy knowing I’ll be there.”
“I can’t kiss you from out there,” I say, inching my body closer to his.
I’m not trying to force myself on the man, so I keep a little distance between the two of us, praying the entire time his eyes are searching mine that he closes in the remainder of the space between our bodies.
He must be great at non-verbal cues because he steps a little closer, his hand reaching up to cup the side of my face. The warmth of his hand is both comforting and enough to stoke the flames growing inside of me.
“I didn’t come here for this,” he whispers, his lips a mere inch from mine.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
That’s all it takes for his lips to brush mine, and this kiss is nothing like the heated, out-of-control one we shared several days ago outside. This kiss is soft yet no less passionate.
With one hand on my face, and the other quickly gripping my ass, he pulls me against him, and I’ll be damned if the man isn’t ready for me that quickly.
I groan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, returning it with some of his own.
When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His hands still stay on my body as he smiles down at me.
“I’ve been dying to get my lips on you again.”
I give him an easy smile, the rest of the world forgotten in this moment.
“I’ve been dying for you to do a lot more,” I confess, trying hard not to look embarrassed.
I want this man naked and on top of me, there’s no questioning that. What’s different right now from the other men I’ve been with is that I want it to last. I’m standing in front of him, telling him what I want, hoping we’re going to get down to business and then high-five each other for an hour or so of fun and go our different ways.
That knowledge scares the crap out of me.
“Yeah?” He inches impossibly closer. “Like what?”
It’s clear he wants the verbal confession, but I can feel my cheeks already starting to heat up, some from arousal, but mostly because this is new territory for me. I know if I tell Ethan exactly what I want, he’ll give me that and so much more. I just can’t get the words out.
I press my mouth to his because it’s easier to show him with my body what it needs.
When I take a step back, he follows, and before long, he’s covering me on the sofa, his big body pressed against mine.
“I love your ass,” he says as he holds a handful. “And your tits. Fuck, I want to taste every inch.”
Is the man reading my mind because I want that exact same thing? He inches back when I flex, watching with heat-filled eyes as I pull my shirt over my head. Since I was moments away from going to bed when he showed up, I have no bra on.
The look of awe in his eyes as he stares down at my rapidly tightening nipples makes me feel like a goddess. But looking is a far cry from what my body is demanding.
“Your mouth,” I remind him.
The tip of his pink tongue sneaks out, tracing his lower lip before he lowers his head, and I can’t help but arch off the couch when the warmth of his mouth encapsulates the tip of my breast.
The sounds he’s making as he laves at my flesh arrows straight to my core, causing a need that’s leaving me restless and twitchy under him, but he clasps my hand when I reach for the buckle on his belt.
“You want this?” He rolls his hips, pressing his thick cock to my center.
I nod.
“Tell me.”
I bite my lip as I look up at him.
Sex has usually been mechanical with men. Kiss. Get undressed. Tab B goes in slot A, and I always found myself amazed at a man who spent the time to make sure I got off. Those times didn’t happen very often.
The point is, there was minimal talking. Ethan isn’t going to be like any other man. I can already tell.
“I want to touch your cock,” I whisper.
“What else?” he challenges as the fingers of one hand toys with my nipple.
I want to get lost in the sensation, but he’s making it impossible with soft caresses then teasing pulls as he plucks at the sensitive flesh. I never know what’s coming next, and it leaves me frustrated and needy.
“You’re an attorney, Faith. You spend hours in a courtroom, telling people your expectations. Are you saying all you want to do is touch my cock?”
“I want it in my mouth,” I eventually manage. “I want you to fuck me with it.”