I pop my eyes open and he’s right there, as though he’s been waiting for me and he didn’t almost cut this off a minute ago.
“I think it’s more like jumping, but…”
“Blanca.” Will my name always fall of his tongue as though he’s tortured? “Time to stop talking.”
And then it happens.
His mouth lands on mine, hard like he’s taking this moment before he doesn’t have the option not to. The low groan from his throat only spurs another round of tension between my thighs.
The kiss is everything I expected. Starbursts fill my vision from behind my closed eyelids and everything in my body says I made the right decision because this will be a night I’ll never forget.
His hands are magical and scarily talented as they run along my body, never breaking our kiss. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says between kisses. “And a great kisser.”
All I have time to do is smile before his lips come down on mine again, his hot wet tongue sliding into my mouth. He kisses like he banters. A little bit of flirting and teasing with a heavy dose of swagger that some might misinterpret as arrogance. Most of all, he kisses like he has us under control. That I shouldn’t worry because he knows the terrain and will get us where we need to go safely.
I allow my jumbled thoughts to drift away as quickly as he’s gotten my blouse to fall to the floor. My hands search out his hot stomach. Sliding up his button-down shirt, my fingers search his warm rippled abdomen while his finger slides under my bra strap, lowering it off my shoulder.
His eyes trace the movement and he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
The pressure builds and spreads through my limbs watching him admire my body. I help him by sliding my arm out and he works on the other side. The quiet rush of passion surrounds us as he takes his time to commit me to memory.
Once I’m free of the other strap, he steps closer again, his body perfectly molding to mine. Without effort, he undoes my bra and it drops and catches between us as his lips take mine.
“You have too many clothes on,” I tell him between kisses.
He freezes, draws back, and puts his arms out. My bra falls to the floor and his gaze fixates on my bare breasts, a scorching heat in his eyes. “I’m all yours.”
I lick my bottom lip, stepping forward to reach him again.
He puts up his finger to stop me when I’m only a couple of inches away. “First, you strip for me?”
“I’m already topless.”
His eyes travel down to my jeans.
I smile as my fingers linger on the button of my jeans. “What do you say, Mr. Ryland?”
“Please, with sugar on top?”
I laugh and flick open the button of my jeans, turning around to face the door.
“I feel like I should be sitting down for this.” His voice is low and husky.
I peek over my shoulder to see him unbuttoning his pants.
“I thought that was my job.” I pout and his dimple makes an appearance, boosting my ego.
Hooking my fingers into the waist of my jeans, I shimmy them down my legs. As I continue to study his reaction, his dimple disappears and his jaw tenses when I step out of my pants.
“Happy?”
“I see one more thing that has to go.” He nods toward my underwear.
I approach him wearing only my panties. My fingers finding the buttons on his shirt and I make quick work of them. Soon our stomachs are touching, and it feels divine to feel the heat from his skin seep into me.
“You’ll have to do some of the work,” I say.
He brushes the loose strands of my hair from my face while I get his jeans unfastened and pooled at his feet in seconds.
“You’re a little too skilled at undressing a guy.”
I laugh and feel his hard length pressing to my stomach as I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. “Aren’t you going to show me your place?”
He grips my ass and hoists me up with his strong hands. “There’s only one room you need to see right now.”
He wiggles his way out of his jeans and turns toward the hallway. I can’t see anything of his apartment because he anchors his mouth to mine without a breath or intake of air until we’re in a space that smells just like him. Lowering me down to my feet, his hands slide under my panties to cup my ass cheek and he presses our bodies together, his lips traveling along my jaw and neck.
I haven’t had a ton of partners but none of them have ever kissed and explored my body with such passion before. You’d think he’s a virgin and I’m his first partner from the way he appears to be hanging on by a thread. His lips are never more than a millimeter away from me and his hands are in search of any inch of my body he’s yet to touch.
We fall onto the mattress, which is Ethan’s most uncoordinated move tonight. He fixes that by rolling over me with the suaveness of a man who knows how to seduce a woman.
His thigh separates my legs just as his lips find mine again. Our tongues are more frantic as he situates himself between my thighs and grinds his hard length against my core.
“Ethan,” I say in between a pant and a beg, my thighs clenching around him, wanting to trap him there forever.
His finger runs down the length of my face. “I know.” He thrusts again and my hand reaches between us, palming him over the cotton of his boxer briefs as a way to stop the torture.
He raises his hips and props himself up on his elbows, staring down at me, granting me permission to run the show. Sliding my hand off his package, he groans but I push under the elastic band of his boxer briefs and he’s hot and heavy in my hand.
“Jesus… Blanca.” Those gold flecks in his eyes light up. “That feels so good.”
Turning to his side, I mimic his movement so we’re facing one another, and he watches intently while I glide my hand up and down his hard length. Callused fingers sneak under the elastic of my panties, delving into my wetness.
Another exhilarating groan rips out of him. “So wet.” His lips press to mine, and I drown in the kiss we’re starting to perfect.
He plays me like I’m an instrument, like he’s practiced for decades and my hips buck off the mattress. I grip him harder and pump a little faster while he thrusts into my hand. Just as I get a good rhythm down, his hand clamps down on my wrist. “I think we’re going to have to call it on that one.”
“You don’t like?”
“On the contrary, I like it too much.”
I giggle but his hand leaves me, and he reaches into his nightstand.
Rolling back over, he kneels in front of me and his fingers dig into each side of my panties, dragging them down my body. He seems to revel in revealing the last part of me to him. Never have I felt more comfortable being naked in front of someone. The heat from his gaze sears my skin.
I return the favor and pull down his boxer briefs. He manages to get them the rest of the way off and drops them behind him.
My mouth waters watching him roll the condom down his length.
“I beat off to this exact scenario the first night we met.”
“You mean last night?” I ask, making fun of the short time we’ve known each other.
His laugh is deep and rumbling. “Yeah. I guess I have no willpower around you.”
He rests his weight on his elbows and situates himself between my legs.