“No way!” I laughed. “Who’s paying for all this?”
“Don’t worry about that. You deserve real comfort.” Ethan sprawled in a plush armchair, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. “I wanted to take you to my place, but the agents think it’s better to still take precaution and keep you in an unknown location, just in case, until they have an arrest warrant for the Senator.”
“Am I still in danger?”
“The FBI doesn’t think so. All of the gang members are in custody. Or dead. There isn’t an immediate threat to you, but the Bureau still wants to keep an eye on you.”
I nodded. The explanation made a lot of sense. I was safe. Or, at least, much safer than I’d been for a while. That made me feel better.
When I smiled, Ethan smiled back at me then closed his eyes. “That shower looks very tempting,” he said in a quiet, raspy voice.
You look tempting. My heart beat in some crazy staccato rhythm. “I think it has my name written all over it.” I chuckled, but I didn’t feel like joking. I felt like climbing on top of him and letting him have me right here, right now. But I didn’t, because I wasn’t comfortable being so forward. Instead, I headed toward the bathroom. Besides, I badly needed a shower. Preferably icy-cold.
“Ah. Now I know why that shower looked so tempting to me,” he said.
That stopped me in my tracks. Very slowly I turned my head and glanced at him. One corner of his mouth was up, and he watched me from under half-closed lids. Reclining comfortably and looking so relaxed and dreamy, he was the most stunning, most suggestive male I’ve ever seen. I wanted him. Badly. He probably knew that. Yeah, he did, and that made me happy, because I wasn’t into playing games.
Despite my raging desire, I made myself go off to the bathroom. On the way there, I grabbed my backpack. I was relieved to see that Ethan remembered to bring it from Ryley’s cabin. I made a mental note to thank him. All my belongings were in there, including the few clean pieces of my very limited wardrobe: a couple of t-shirts, a tank top, and one pair of shorts. I hoped I had at least one pair of clean undies somewhere in there too, although I doubted I needed them right away.
I turned the water on and waited for it to run warm. When it did, I slid the curtain open and stepped inside the tub. The hot water felt heavenly on my skin. I just had to keep my arm semi-dry. The nurses supplied me with a few changes of wound dressing. I needed to take care of that after I was done with the shower. From the small corner shelf, I picked up a tiny bottle of shampoo, opened it, and poured half of the contents onto my hair. I worked it into a thick lather and then rinsed it off. Next, I applied a bit of the conditioner to my hair from another miniature bottle and rubbed my skin with a bar of soap. It smelled wonderful—like a rose garden in bloom.
I closed my eyes and let the water caress my body. It felt amazing. With my good arm raised over my head, I moved my fingers through my hair, making sure all the conditioner was rinsed off. The shower rings unexpectedly jangled, and I opened my eyes, coming face to face with Ethan. A flash of renewed heat ran through my veins, deliciously swirling deep inside my core.
“I should’ve asked if you needed help.” He nodded toward my injured arm. “But I see you’re managing quite well.” He gave me that gorgeous smile that made his eyes twinkle.
“I can’t reach my back. Do you mind?” I offered the bar of soap to him and turned around, holding my hair up.
Ethan inhaled sharply and lathered my back. He massaged the soap over my skin, and it took a lot for me not to turn around and tear his clothes off. He ran his hand down my spine, all the way along the crease between my buttocks. He didn’t end there, but continued his sweet assault until his soapy fingers slid between my legs and gently glided over the most sensitive spot on my body. I bit my lower lip, and my eyes rolled up in a shameless pleasure. By now two of his fingers were inside me, pushing deep.
Without stopping, he lathered my stomach in small, sensual circles. From there, his free hand found its way to my breasts. He dropped the soap. It landed with a thud on the bottom of the tub. His left hand continued its exploration of my puss, while his right hand closed over my breast, fingers pinching and pulling on the already-elongated and hardened nipple. He pressed me to him, sucking on my earlobe and tormenting me with his tongue.
I moaned his name, and he panted in response. Two fingers kept dipping inside me. They slid out and went back in once more. I was so aroused I didn’t care about anything but Ethan, his tantalizing hands, and his lips on my neck. I realized his hair and clothes were soaking wet, but that only excited me more.
I turned around and faced him, draping my good arm around his waist. He leaned down until his lips were almost on mine and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, baby. I have dreamt of you, thought about you, wanted you every moment of the day and night since I first laid my eyes on you. What are you doing to me?” His fingers went back to my clit delivering more of his sweet torment.
“What are you doing to me? I’m at your mercy,” I gasped. I kissed him. He opened his mouth just a bit, and his tongue flicked up and down my lips. That was just too much to take. My head dropped back, and I groaned in pure, primal pleasure.
“I want you. I will have you, and you will love it,” he whispered.
“Yes.” I managed to breathe out. “I’m loving it already.”
“This? This is just simple foreplay. There is so much more I want us to do.”
My mind halted, and all my senses exploded at that declaration. I spiraled into the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was delicious, long, and wild. Ethan was smiling. Water ran down his face, shining on his long, dark lashes, until he blinked it away. He was so wet and so warm. I wanted to wrap myself around him.
As soon as that thought crossed my mind, my knees buckled, and he caught me. I was momentarily spent, but not completely done. No, this was only the beginning.
Ethan turned the water off and enfolded me in a large, fluffy towel. He picked me up and sat me in his lap. “We need to take care of your arm now.” Slowly, he peeled off the soaking-wet dressing, gently patted dry the skin around the wound, and applied the clean dressing, securing it with a medical tape. “Does it hurt a lot?”
“No, not too bad.” It hurt, but I could manage.
He looked at his watch. It was wet, but apparently waterproof. “I’ll give you the next painkiller in three hours.”
“Okay, doc.” I grinned.
Ethan rolled his eyes and stood up. He carried me to bed, kissing and running just the tip of his tongue between my lips. I tried to deepen the kiss, but each time he pulled away. That frustrated me and made me want him more. So much more. The desire built up inside me, and by the time he put me down on top of the covers, I was breathing hard and ready for round two.
He must’ve realized that because he said, “So hungry, so deliciously wet for me.” He opened the towel, and his face registered something like awe. “God, Lisbeth. You’re perfect.”
I blushed, unsure how to respond. I didn’t know how not to sound overly modest or overconfident. I didn’t feel confident for sure. My body looked so much better before I lost all the weight. My normal softness and the curves had been replaced by the ugly, sharp angles. How could he really think that the skeletal me was perfect?
“I’m not. I’m too skinny now.” I hid my face in the pillow.
“Would almost perfect sound better?” He laughed.
“Do you like skinny women?” I taunted.
“No, I like real women, with curves—big curves.” The twinkle in his eyes was back.
“Then what’s so perfect about me? I’m too skinny now,” I argued.
“Now—maybe. But I can clearly see that your body is amazing.” Ethan hovered over me, with his arms on each side of me, dripping water on my skin and the covers. His muscles bunched under his wet t-shirt. “Don’t worry. I will fatten you up.” He grinned. “You’ll eat lots and lots of bacon and ice cream.”
I s
watted him on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed me. I opened my mouth to let his tongue skillfully slip in. I already knew Ethan could kiss like no one else, but now, lying in bed under him, naked, and already granted one powerful orgasm, I experienced that kiss on a completely different. He licked deep inside my mouth, swallowing my moans.
He withdrew from the kiss, gently biting my lower lip and then moving lower—onto my breasts. His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking and licking, biting, and pulling. The array of sensations I experienced from this couldn’t possibly compare to anything I’d ever known. My body responded to everything he did, to every touch, every breath, and every word.
He sucked on my nipple, tugging on it with his lips, and then letting go off it, flicking it with his tongue. My hand went to my other breast, but he quickly intercepted it. “This is my job. Yours is to experience the pleasure and wait for my permission to touch yourself,” Ethan playfully scolded me.
He moved to my other breast, while spreading my legs wide apart with his knee. I happily obliged, dropping my head back and closing my eyes.
“I like when you do that,” Ethan said.
“Do what?” My voice sounded strange to my own ears: strained and shaky.
“When you tilt your head back like this and lick your lips. It arouses me.”
I moaned in response. He gently moved my hand to between my legs. The sweet pressure was too much to withstand much longer. I needed a release.
Ethan murmured in appreciation and sat back on his heels, watching. The top button of his Levi’s jeans was undone. The bulge in the front was unmistakable. He was as hard as a rock. I pleasured myself, wishing these were Ethan’s fingers, not my own. I felt wanted; actually wanted. I didn’t feel like a burden anymore.
I began to pant, feeling the orgasm building inside fast. I bit my lip. When I started to pulse my hips up and down, Ethan sharply inhaled. “That’s enough,” he barked and seized both of my hands, pushing them to the sides. His fingers wrapped tightly around my wrists, holding me hostage. He bent over my pussy and licked from the bottom all the way past my clit. I cried out. He licked again, increasing the pressure and watching my face. And licked again. “I want you to come like this. I won’t go any deeper. Can you do that for me, baby?”
Could I? God, of course! I was dancing on the brink of ecstasy, desperate for release.
“Can you?” he insisted.
“Yes. Yes!” I cried again when his tongue impatiently lashed along my cleft. My hips flexed up and down, and up again. “Please, Ethan. Please. I want to come so badly.”
He smiled against my needy opening and licked once more, slow and sensual. But this time he sucked on my clit and made his tongue vibrate over it. That was all I could take. I tightened my legs around him and cried into the pillow, muffling the guttural sound of my release. I kept coming, and he kept torturing me with his highly adept tongue, his strong hands caging my hips.
I panted, arching my back, and he drove his tongue deep into me, sucking and tasting, devouring me with his mouth. The sensation was devastating. He sent me flying, and I wished this exquisite sensation would never end. I knew I would be in for the ride of my life when he finally unleashed his entire sexual arsenal on me. That excited and scared me at the same time. I wasn’t experienced. He would probably find me dull and uninspiring.
Before I could worry about that any further, he hovered over me, his hooded eyes boring into mine, a tiny smile dancing on his lips. “I’m gonna get out of these wet clothes and jump in the shower. Take a nap. You’ll need it.”
What? I will need it? That promise terrified me, but also made me squirm in need.
Without looking at me, Ethan slid off the bed and, unhurriedly walked toward the bathroom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He pulled his shirt up and impatiently tossed it onto the floor. I was fascinated with the bulk of strong muscles moving under his taut skin. His back was wide and it tapered down to a small waist and firm butt covered with tight jeans.
He disappeared into the bathroom and I soon heard the water running. I drifted off into an easy sleep, not because he told me to, but because my body knew he was right.
Chapter Thirty
ETHAN
I stood in the shower, letting the water calm me down. Knowing that Lisbeth was naked in bed and waiting for me did nothing for my forbearance. I felt confused. What was happening here? No matter how horny I was, I always dictated the pace; I always stayed in control. Going on or pausing was my choice. But with her, it was way too hard to control myself. It took all my willpower to tear myself off her.
I was angry with myself. Discipline was a big deal for me. But she was so irresistible, so different from anyone else. I wanted her not just for her body. I wanted her mind; I yearned to make her all mine.
My raging erection didn’t go away; didn’t even ease up a notch. My shaft stood straight up, urging me to go to her, to possess her, to make her submit completely. I would enjoy that task, even if it took a long time. I actually wanted it to take longer than it ever had with any other woman. I wanted to have all the time in the world with her, without limits.
She would be mine, all mine. I would be hers... and that was the new feeling for me. I should’ve freaked out at that strange craving. But it actually made me breathe deeply and relax; it made me smile. Everything could wait now. I would take it slow with her. I would ease her into my world and teach her to appreciate and thirst for all that made me who I was. Could I do that? Could I possibly change my ways and stay—actually stay—with one woman? Not with any woman, but with Lisbeth... I was definitely willing to try.
I turned off the water and slid the shower curtain aside. The sound it made reminded me of Lisbeth, standing in the tub less than an hour earlier, surrendering to me, accepting the pleasure I gave her. Hot waves of desire urged me to hurriedly dry myself off and wrap the towel around my hips. I was as hard as a rock and all I wanted right now was to bury myself inside her.
I entered the bedroom. Lying on her stomach, Lisbeth was asleep under the covers. Her arms were wrapped around the pillow, her dark hair fanned behind her head. She looked so peaceful, so different from the tense woman I’d met just days earlier. There was so much to learn about her, so many wonderful, curious things still to discover.
I stood by the bed, watching her. I longed to touch her hair, to kiss her lips, to hold her. But that would wake her up. Even though I was achingly aroused, I decided to wait. I walked to the other side of the bed and carefully got under the covers. Sleep came the moment I closed my eyes.
The morning sun woke me up. Lisbeth was awake. She was facing me, propped on her elbow. A gentle smile played on her face as she watched me.
“Good morning.” I smiled back and traced my fingers over her cheek.
“Good morning,” she said, leaning into my touch. “I guess, I slept the whole night. And no nightmares. Wow. I forgot how a good night’s sleep felt.”
“You did sleep the entire night. And so did I. How are you doing?”
“Great. You?” Her eyes danced over my face.
I pulled her on top of me and pressed her hips down onto my growing erection. “You tell me.”
She closed her eyes and laughed. Then she started to move gently against me. That did it. I rolled on top of her and slid one arm under her back. Wrapping the hair at her nape around my fingers, I held her exactly where I wanted her. My other hand went beneath the covers and slipped under her thigh. I lifted her leg up, pulling it over my hip. That gave me unobstructed access to her eager pussy.
Tugging on her hair, I tilted her head so her mouth was positioned in the precise angle for my exploration. I kissed her hard and long. My tongue plunged inside her mouth, sliding over hers. She clung onto me, whimpering. I needed her to understand she was mine, at least for now. She would do precisely what I wanted and how I wanted it. That was my way. Lisbeth seemed to agree. There was no second-guessing how she responded to my lead. She was a natural follower in bed
. I liked it a lot. That’s exactly how I enjoyed my women. And although she wasn’t just any woman, the same rules still applied: I commanded—she obeyed. That was the best and the most satisfying way for me, and I would make sure it would be for her as well.
She whispered against my mouth, “Be patient with me. I’m not all that experienced.”
“You don’t need to be. It’s easier to teach you the right way to do this than to correct some bad habits.”
“What if you get bored with me? I really haven’t been with many men before. I’m not—”
“Stop.” I pressed one finger to her lips. “I’ll show you all you need to know. We’ll take it slow. The only thing you must do is to follow my lead without objection, and do what you’re told.”
Lisbeth parted her lips to say something to the contrary, but I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her eager mouth and sucked on her tongue.
She moaned and pressed onto me. I hitched her leg even higher, until the length of my hardness was parallel to her drenched, hot slit. I moved my hips, gliding my hard cock up and down her slick folds without dipping inside her. I rubbed the head of my dick over her enlarged clit. She wiggled, trying to grasp it with her opening and to draw it inside her. But I wouldn’t let her.
“Please, Ethan. I want you deep inside me,” Lisbeth begged.
She tried again by thrusting her hips upward and seeking with her pussy. It took all my concentration and discipline not to slam inside her. She would learn to appreciate extended foreplay, because the rewards would be worth the effort.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I demanded. When she did, I praised her, “Good. Now relax and feel everything I’m doing to you. Don’t let yourself get frustrated. This is long, satisfying lovemaking, not quick, sweaty screwing,” I told her. “You’ll learn to appreciate it.”
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