by Lynne Logan
“The guy’s a fool.” Damn, he needed to shut up before he gave himself away.
Her generous mouth narrowed into a tight smile. “At least we agree on one thing.” She walked over and handed him the hat. “Try it on and let’s see how you look.”
He jammed it on his head and wondered again how Marisa had talked him into this photo shoot.
“No! You’ve got it all wrong. It’s got to be at a jaunty angle.”
“Jaunty? What the hell kind of word is that?”
She laughed and shook her head. “Here, let me.”
Her golden hair brushed his arm and chest, and her musky perfume teased his senses again as she reached up to adjust his hat. Lips firming into a straight line and a frown marring her brow, she moved closer and lifted up on her toes to move his hat to the side of his head. The tight little tank top that clung to her taut breasts inched upward to expose her stomach.
Swallowing, he stared at the band of creamy skin above her waist, then lower to a pair of killer jeans that hugged an equally killer ass. He wanted to drag that shirt over her head to lick and suck her nipples until they became as tight as the rest of her.
He lifted a brow. “You’re determined to make me look like a fool, aren’t you?”
She smirked and sank back on her heels. “Can it be that hard?”
Oh, yeah. It’s rock hard and ready to go.
His gaze narrowed, but Ethan ruined his stern look by being unable to stop his own smile. “I’ll do the Santa hat and take my shirt off, but I stop at the whole Santa outfit.”
“Hey, take the hat as a compliment. Not every guy can get away with a Santa hat. You’ve got the look.”
“And what ‘look’ is that?”
Her smile wavered. “Hot, dangerous, sexy. The type women drool over.”
“Are you drooling?”
Her smile completely evaporated. She swallowed and took a sudden interest in the floor. “I’m immune.”
“Are you?”
“Of course.” She laughed and stepped backward but still didn’t meet his gaze.
He followed and inched closer until her breasts pressed up against his naked chest. His cock hardened even more, straining against his half-closed zipper. Right now, he didn’t care if she noticed.
“I’m not so sure.” He hooked a finger around her belt loop and tugged.
To his delight, Marisa didn’t push against his chest but drifted closer. A pink flush touched her cheeks, and her quick, shallow breathing told him she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted the same. When her lips parted to reveal a glimpse of straight, white teeth and the tip of her tongue darted out to touch the corner of her mouth, his grip on her belt loop tightened. He didn’t just want a kiss. He wanted her hot, wet and bucking beneath him.
Ethan lowered his head as she tilted her face upward. He brushed his mouth over hers.
Once.
Twice.
Their breaths mingled. Then he traced his tongue over her bottom lip, urging her mouth open. Her lips parted, and that’s all he needed.
He kissed her like he’d dreamt of kissing her the first time he’d seen her with Andrew two years ago. Slipping his tongue into her mouth again and again, mimicking what he wanted to do with his cock between her legs. At the idea of her pussy being just as wet and hot as her mouth, a groan rumbled deep in his throat.
Urging her thighs apart with a knee, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer until she rode his thigh and her breasts flattened against his chest. Her breathing grew loader and faster, while her lips grew bolder, sucking him gently into her mouth.
When it came to Marisa, he found himself always on the brink of being out of control. And this time wasn’t any different. His heart thundered inside his chest, his hands trembled as he slipped them both under her shirt to unhook the back of her bra.
He nudged the bra aside then cupped and lifted her breast, which fit perfectly in his palm. Gently, he tugged and rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb as he edged his leg deeper between her thighs.
He caught her moan with his mouth, and used his other hand to tug open the top button of her jeans. Slowly, the zipper eased open, and he trailed a finger beneath the elastic of her underwear. Against his touch, her stomach quivered, and her breathing quickened as she arched into his body.
Ethan loved how her hands slipped into his pants and underwear to glide across his ass. When she kneaded his skin and rubbed her pussy against his thigh, he growled. He grabbed her hips to grind his cock against her stomach, while delving into her mouth with his tongue.
She clutched his shoulders. Her nails dug into his flesh, and she broke off the kiss. Gasping for breath, she flung her hair back from her face and stared at him with confusion and horror.
Stunned at her abrupt withdrawal, Ethan grappled for control, his brain and body floundering as his hands tightened on her hips. “What’s wrong?”
“This is crazy!” She shoved at his chest. “You’re Andrew’s best friend. You’re the guy I need to keep away from.”
Shit.
He backed away, knowing if he pushed, she’d run that much farther. “I’m not Andrew.”
Chest rising and falling rapidly, she stared back with eyes void of all passion. “No, but you’re close enough. I know how you are with women. He’s told me too many stories.”
He blinked in confusion. “What the hell stories are you talking about?”
“Hey, Marisa!”
At the unexpected voice, they both jumped. Ethan turned to find Jenny, one of Marisa’s close and nosey friends, step into the studio. The woman saw far more than many. One slip on his part and she’d guess how deep his feelings were for Marisa.
Shit.
Talk about bad timing. The interruption couldn’t have been much worse. Not with the way his cock, harder than ever, ached and pushed against his pants and underwear for all to see.
Jenny eyed the both of them with obvious curiosity. Then her gaze swept over their unbuttoned pants and her eyes widened with understanding. “Hey, sorry. I can come back another time.”
“No!” Marisa cleared her throat as a pink flush swept up her neck and into her face. “I mean no. Stay. You’re not interrupting a thing.”
He flexed his fingers at his sides. “I might argue—”
“Ethan was just leaving, weren’t you?”
He met Marisa’s glare and decided to let her win this battle. Hell, he’d only alienate her further, pushing the issue between them in front of Jenny.
Ethan buttoned his pants, shoved his feet into his boots and grabbed his shirt from the floor. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been this physically frustrated.
He deliberately passed Marisa on the way to the door. When he reached her side, he stopped and whispered, “I can prove I’m nothing like Andrew. I don’t cheat, and you’d never think of looking anywhere else. I’d keep you too damn happy in bed.”
He didn’t wait or look back for a response as he slipped from the room.
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