Katie sat straighter in her chair and took a breath to speak, but Ethan beat her to it. She felt him lean in close and say softly, though loud enough for her parents to hear, “I got this, baby,” while the hand she thought might have been playing with her hair moved to her nape, massaging away her tension.
The smile he gave her parents was stunning. “We made it official three weeks ago, though we both admitted to caring for each other longer.” He turned back to her, his penetrating gaze locking on hers. “We were afraid to speak our feelings, worried we’d ruin our friendship and the natural harmony we had as partners. Isn’t that right, baby?”
She got lost in the gruff cadence of his voice and the soft warmth of his deep brown eyes. He didn’t really mean any of that, did he? It was all just a sham, a charade for her parents, wasn’t it? He sure sounded as if he’d meant every word. And the look he was giving her now, she had no idea he was such a good actor.
She felt a squeeze on her neck and realized he’d asked a question. Licking her lips, she cleared her throat. “Um, right.” She turned to face her parents and hoped to God she didn’t look as bewildered as she felt. “What he said.” His hand continued kneading her neck as she waited for the next bomb from her mother.
“Well, that’s sweet. Isn’t that sweet, Stu?” Her mom gave her dad “the look,” and Katie was sure she caught wedding bells dancing in her eyes.
Patting her mom’s hand, he agreed, “Very sweet,” before turning back to Ethan. “Now, tell me, young man, what are your intentions with my daughter?”
“Dad!”
Ethan held up a hand. Again leaning in, he used the hand at her nape to pull her the rest of the way to him before lightly brushing his lips across her forehead. “It’s okay. He has every right to ask.” He looked back to her dad, his grip keeping her close. “I can’t predict the future, but I know what I feel for Katie. Although we’ve only been together as a couple for a few weeks, we’ve spent almost every day together for the past six months.” His eyes cut back to hers, growing warm when he said, “And in that time, I’ve grown very fond of her.” He refocused on her dad. “So, to answer your question, my intentions are completely honorable.”
She felt his words to her soul, so either he actually was a good actor or, unbelievably enough, he’d meant what he’d just said. And Katie would give just about anything to know which one it was.
*
As he fucking thought, dinner had taken way too long. It had felt like days instead of hours while he sat, surrounded by the light scent of jasmine. His light touches on Katie’s smooth skin and soft hair—and he’d allowed himself many—were just a tease for what he really wanted.
Her.
Naked.
In his bed.
At his mercy.
His movements felt impatient as he helped her into the car, knowing he was so close to getting everything he wanted. Everything he’d been fantasizing about for what felt like fucking forever.
“I think that went well, don’t you?” she asked as he slipped behind the wheel and started the car.
Her body language was no longer anxious but relaxed as she snapped her seat belt and leaned back in her seat. She looked over at him and smiled. That beautiful smile that seemed just for him. Unable to keep his hands from her, he tucked a lock of fallen hair behind her ear before dragging his fingers down the side of her cheek. Her eyes widened at his bold move, unnecessary now that they were alone. But he’d found in such a short time, he’d grown addicted to touching her, and he never wanted to stop.
She didn’t say anything, and he wondered at her thoughts. They were in their own little cocoon, here in the car, alone in the dark parking lot. He liked the spell they were under and hesitated to break it, but break it he must if he ever wanted to get her home.
Home to his house.
Abruptly he turned back in his seat, put the car in drive, and peeled rubber out the lot.
“Where are we going? You missed the turn for my apartment.”
Ethan smiled to himself. He knew he wouldn’t fool her long, she had a great sense of direction. “I’m taking you home.”
She turned in her seat, looking out the back window. “No, you’re not. Home is back that way.” She pointed a thumb over her shoulder.
“But my home is this way.”
“Why are we going to your house?”
“Because that’s where my bed is.”
“What?” It was barely a whisper, but he heard it.
Keeping his eyes on the road, he asked, “Which part don’t you understand?”
“All of it.” Her voice was stronger now but still lined with disbelief.
They stopped for a light, and he turned to her. “I’ve been waiting a long time to get my hands on you, and tonight you gave me my in.”
“But… It was all pretend.”
“Was it?” he asked, lifting a brow to stress his point.
He watched her throat work nervously as she swallowed. “Wasn’t it?”
He slowly shook his head. The light changed, and he moved his foot from the brake to the gas pedal. She was silent until he pulled into his drive a few minutes later. Hitting the button on the door opener, he nosed his way into the garage before hitting the button again, once more cocooning them in a quiet car, the only sound the light hum of the car’s engine.
After turning off the car, he sat, gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands. He stared out the front window, not daring to look over at Katie. He needed her to make this final decision without any influence from him. “You have two options. One, you tell me to take you home right now. I’ll put the car in reverse, pull out of this garage, and take you.”
“Or?” was her quite reply.
He risked a glance her direction. She was sitting semi facing him as far as the seat belt would allow. “Or, option two, we get out of this car, and I won’t be taking you home until morning.”
Chapter Five
Holy wet panties, Batman, was he implying what she hoped? Not wanting to assume and look like an ass when she threw herself at him, she asked, “Just to be crystal clear, not taking me home until morning will be because we’ll both be naked until then, right?”
“No.”
“No?” She hoped she didn’t sound as disappointed as she felt.
But then her heart picked up pace as he said, “I’ll want to fuck you at least once in that dress.” His eyes fell to the low vee and the fair amount of cleavage on display. “Been fantasizing about that all night.”
Okay, there was no way she could misconstrue those words. The tension she had coiling in her belly started to unfurl knowing they were on the same page.
“So what’s it gonna be, option one or option two?”
She pushed the button on her seat belt, waiting for the little click before throwing it off her shoulder. “It’s against the law to drive without your seat belt fastened.”
He gave her a smirk. “So it is.” He pulled the keys from the ignition. “Don’t move.”
She watched his every move as he got out of the car and rounded the hood, his steps purposeful as he made his way to her door and pulled it open. In one smooth, swift move, he reached in and hauled her out, plastering her to his chest as his lips came crashing down on hers.
Breathless.
That’s what he made her as his lips devoured hers. His hands grabbed her ass, pressing her into his hard length as his tongue invaded her mouth. Tasting. Exploring. Taking what he wanted. And she let him while just holding on and enjoying the ride.
His lips trailed along her jaw, finding her ear, his tongue licking along the sensitive ridge before he murmured, “Been wanting to do that a long fucking time.”
His soft words and warm breath mingled, sending tingles up her spine, goose bumps down her arms, a
nd an ache to form between her legs. Instinctively, she pressed into him harder, producing a growl from his chest and a moan on her lips.
“In the house. Now.” He grabbed her wrist, half leading, half dragging her through the garage and up a few steps to a door that opened into a small entryway.
She’d never been to his place but had known he had a condo in the Richmond District abutting Golden Gate Park. She’d love to see the view during the day, sure it would be spectacular.
She was yanked—literally—back to the now with another tug at her wrist as he pulled her up a flight of stairs that lead to a spacious living room done in shades of brown with a few splashes of blue. The decor was modern with a leather couch and loveseat. Glass trimmed with chrome coffee and end tables surrounding them. A large flat screen TV hanging on the wall dominated the room. A smallish kitchen was off to the left, and she saw a hall peeking through an open archway to the right.
He didn’t stop until he had her backed up against the couch. “I know I said I want to fuck you in this dress, but I need to see what you’ve been hiding from me all these months. I might let you put it back on later.”
“You’re not going to give me a tour of your house first?”
“You’ll get your tour when I fuck you in every room.”
She shivered at the sudden visuals his words planted in her head. Her bent over the couch while her pounded into her from behind. Her draped across his dining room table with her heels digging into his shoulders as he forcefully clutched her hips while thrusting into her. Them in the shower, wet, soapy, and wild.
“Not sure what you’re thinking about, right now, but, the look on your face, baby, it’s making me all kinds of hard.”
The dress was held closed with a bow at her hip and a flick of his wrist had the material parting, revealing a black lace bra and panty set. His eyes ate her up, devouring her inch by inch. Comfortable in her own skin, aware and accepting of her few flaws, she wasn’t usually shy, but the intensity of his scrutiny, the sole fixation he had on her body, caused her normal confidence to crumble. Heat crept up from her chest, coating her cheeks and even prickling her scalp.
He was silent in his scrutiny, but his eyes blazed, and she even caught him licking his lips. Oh, boy. He was the Big Bad Wolf in this scenario, making her poor, defenseless Little Red Riding Hood.
She nervously licked her lips. “My, what big eyes you have.”
That got his attention and also made him laugh. “What?” he asked, his once fiery eyes now alight with humor.
“The way you’re looking at me, makes me think of the Big Bad Wolf. Which, I guess, makes me Little Red Riding Hood.”
He shook his head. “No, sweetheart, wrong fairy tale. You’re the enchanting Siren, luring this captivated fool to his untimely death with your tempting song.”
Katie couldn’t prevent the giggle from escaping. “That was unbelievably,” she paused, giggling again, “corny.”
Ethan smirked. “Hey, cut a guy some slack. It’s been over six months since my dick has been this close to a half-naked woman. My brain’s in sensory overload.”
That sobered her. “Six months?” The length of time he’d known her. A different heat filled her, this one laced with unicorns and rainbows.
His face grew serious as he towered over her. “Six fucking very long months of watching you,” his face drew closer, “wanting you,” closer, “waiting for you, ‘til I fucking needed you more than my next breath.” Then his lips were on hers, his hands tearing the dress from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms until it puddled at her feet.
Clearly on a mission, his lips traveled down her neck as his hands found and cupped her breasts, his thumbs playing with the hardened peaks of her nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra. Her hands clutched at his jacket, and she realized he was still fully clothed. Something she wanted to rectify. Badly. Tugging at his lapels, he got the hint, shrugging out of his jacket while her fingers attacked the line of buttons down the front of his shirt.
His tongue came out to play, drawing designs along the sensitive skin of her collarbone, tickling along her chest before diving into the hollow between her breasts. With hips planted firmly against the back of the couch, she arched her back while her hands dived inside his open shirt, her fingers tracing the hard ridges of his abs before exploring the warm, smooth skin of his back.
“Fuck, you smell good.” His mouth replaced his thumb, sucking deeply on her nipple, the coarse lace creating friction against the sensitive nub, shooting tingles straight to her core. She arched into him farther, digging her fingers into his back for purchase while shouting his name.
In a flash, he had her swept into his arms, his long strides eating the distance to his bedroom within seconds. Still reeling from the first sudden move, she gasped as she found herself weightless for a blink before landing with a bounce in the center of his bed.
*
Ethan flicked on the lamp at the side of the bed, bathing the room in a warm glow. The sight before him had him nearly coming in his pants. Katie, legs sprawled and bent at the knees, leaning back on her hands, arms taut, holding herself up. Her once perfect hairdo had become loose, softer. The knot at the back sagged, and a few dark gold locks framed her face. Her lids were partway closed, enhancing their catlike shape and turning what had already been sexy, downright alluring. Her lips, slightly parted—the bottom one a little fuller than the top—enticed him like nothing else. How many times had he dreamed of those lips wrapped around his cock? Too many times to count.
“Fucking beautiful. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you exactly like this.”
She licked her lips at his declaration, and his dick twitched in response, his control severely being tested. He undid the buttons on his cuffs then slowly peeled back his shirt… over his shoulders… down his arms. Her gaze never wavered, his never left her. He flicked the button at his waist and pulled down the zipper, leaving his pants to hang low about his hips while he kicked off his shoes.
“Are you as turned on as I am?” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his slacks, being sure to catch the band of his boxer-briefs before sliding both garments down his legs. “That wet spot on your panties tells me you are.”
Putting a knee to the bed, he hovered over her, bracing himself with his arms. Her head tipped back, following him, and he had unrestricted access to her neck. His eyes traveled south, over the swells of her tits the flat plane of her stomach. “Not even sure where to start. I want it all.”
Her breaths were coming quicker, and he could smell her excitement. His cock throbbed a warning, wanting to get the show on the road, but he wouldn’t be rushed. He’d been waiting what felt like an eternity for this, and although it wouldn’t be the last time, this first time, he wanted to savor.
“Head to the top of the bed, lay flat, hands gripping the bars of the headboard, legs spread wide.”
Her eyes widened, and she whispered, “What?”
“You heard me, go on.” He gave her a light swat on the ass to get her moving. When she didn’t comply fast enough, he leaned in and growled, “I have handcuffs, and I’m not opposed to using them.”
Her eyes grew wider. “You’re joking.”
“Not even a little bit.” He smiled as she scrambled up the bed and got into position. “Perfect.”
He knelt between her legs and with just the tip of a single finger, traced a path down her chest, between her breasts, stopping at the front clasp of her bra. “As pretty as this is, it has to go.” With a pinch of his forefinger and thumb, her bra popped open. After flicking each side off, he greedily engulfed her tits, squeezing them, liking the feel of their heavy weight, and the way his large hands couldn’t contain them all. Squeezing them together, he licked a path up her cleavage. “I’m going to enjoy fucking these.”
He thought he heard a smal
l whimper, but it wasn’t loud enough. He wanted her screaming his name. And she would be by the time he was done with her. His mouth replaced his hand, latching onto her nipple, sucking it in deep then flicking it with his tongue. He heard her moan and her hips surged up, searching for him. His fingers dived inside her panties, feeling soft curls that turned into smooth skin as his fingers reached the lips of her pussy. She was slick with wetness, and his fingers slid easily through her folds.
He sucked on her nipple while playing with her clit, her moans turning into high-pitched panting. Her fingers combed through his short hair, skimming along his scalp, and he looked up. “Hands, baby.”
She tipped her head down. “But I want to touch you.”
“Later, sweetheart, I promise. I don’t have the control right now. If you touch me, I’ll be coming on the bed and not in your pussy, where I want it.”
He chuckled as her hands flew back, reclaiming the rail of the headboard. Guess the thought of him coming on the bed didn’t appeal to her either. He ripped at her panties, the lacy material coming apart easily in his hands. Nipping kisses down her stomach, he found her clit, sucking it deeply between his teeth while at the same time plunging his fingers into her heat. That got him the scream he was looking for. He placed a hand on her stomach, settling her surging hips as he played with her clit, his fingers curling and finding her sensitive spot inside.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her hips fighting with his hand that held her steady.
He didn’t stop to correct her, not that first time, but it would be his name on her lips from now on, always. He felt her body tense, right before it went slack. He looked up. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing hard. “Again.”
She giggled. “Don’t know if I have another one in me.”
He crawled back up her body. “Oh, you’ll have more than one. I’m gonna make you come so many times, you’re gonna lose count.” He crashed his lips to hers stopping any further arguments.
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