The throbbing between my thighs intensifies as he grabs my knees and slowly parts my legs open.
Oh, God.
He smiles at the look of surprise on my face as he once again kneels in front of me. His gaze slides over my chest and lands on the apex of my thighs. The fierce hunger in his eyes tells me he doesn’t just want to taste me. He wants to devour me.
He admires me for a moment as his fingers explore my flesh, watching my reactions as he lightly caresses every inch of me. Placing a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh, he smiles as goosebumps sprout over my skin. He softly presses his lips to my mound, and my entire body begins to tremble with anticipation.
“Grab onto something, love,” he says, and the sensation of his breath on my sensitive skin only intensifies my craving for his perfect mouth.
Before I can find something solid to grasp onto, his tongue is licking my aching clit. I let out a high-pitched moan, and I can feel his smile curving against my flesh.
Taking his advice, I grab fistfuls of his dark hair and brace my feet on the footrest of the barstool to steady myself. His tongue stimulates me in methodical patterns, up and down, round and round, slow and fast.
As he devours me, I realize I don’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious that the lights are on, and Ethan can see every inch of my body in high-definition. I also don’t care about the sucking noises, or if the sounds my body makes are different than the sounds other women’s bodies make. And unlike I did with Edward, I have zero doubts about whether Ethan is enjoying himself.
A deep groan issues from deep inside his chest as his tongue swirls around my swollen bud. My fingers tighten around the tangles of his hair. And soon, my thighs begin twitching uncontrollably with an oncoming orgasm.
Sensing I’m getting close, he eases off and draws out the pleasure. I let out a frustrated moan and the sensation of his laughter against my sensitive flesh drives me insane. He pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build, then his tongue is on me again, tracing fast circles around my clit.
“Oh, God!” I cry out as the orgasm slams into me like a freight train.
He coils his arms around my thighs to hold me in place as I explode with pleasure. My swollen flesh twitches as a gushing warmth oozes out of me. Finally, my body folds over him, my breasts coming to rest on the back of his head.
But his tongue continues lapping, his lips gently sucking, even after the orgasm has ceased.
Oh, my God. He’s drinking my cum.
I almost want to tell him to stop, but I’m too tired to speak. And part of me is curious to know if he’s planning to lick me clean.
He looks up at me as I attempt to sit up straight. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”
My eyes widen, and I let out a nervous chuckle. “No. What kind of question is that?”
He shakes his head. “Don’t be shy, love. You’re a chef. You have to be at least a wee bit curious.”
My heart races, and I shrug as I realize where this is leading. He smiles as he slides a finger inside me, retrieving some of my nectar as if he’s scooping whipped cream off a tasty dessert.
He stands up so we’re eye to eye as he possessively slips his finger inside my mouth. At this point, my mouth and my entire body are his. He can do whatever he wants with me, and he knows it.
I maintain eye contact as I suck his finger for a moment until he slides it out.
“Do you taste it?” he asks. “Your musk has a hint of—”
“Raspberry,” I say, finishing his sentence.
He smiles and nods in agreement. “Raspberry and melon. My new favorite flavor combination.”
“Oh, my God. You’re right,” I say, licking my lips.
His gaze is locked on my mouth. “Bloody hell, woman,” he remarks as he reaches for the button of his jeans.
I let out a loud sigh as he begins to undress. “Oh, thank God.”
He laughs as he shrugs out of his pants and peels off his T-shirt. “Are you on birth control?”
I nod enthusiastically as he kicks off his boxers. Without further ado, he pulls me off the barstool, and I gasp as he spins me around and presses his body against mine.
One of his arms coils around my waist as his other hand slides between my legs. But he doesn’t enter me yet. Instead, he kisses my shoulders and gently massages my clit until my legs begin to quake again. Releasing the arm around my waist, he uses his other hand to guide himself into my slick opening.
Unable to contain myself, I cry out in pain. Holy crap! Has it really been that long since I’ve had sex, or is Ethan’s cock thicker than his brothers? I try to push these thoughts out of my mind until it dawns on me I may not be the only one having them.
Before I can second-guess myself, I push Ethan away and turn around so we’re facing each other. I want him to see my face. I don’t want him to question whether I’m thinking about him or anyone else.
“Sit down,” I say, pointing at a dining chair behind him.
He chuckles at the way I’ve taken charge. “Yes, Chef.”
As he takes a seat, I take my time climbing on his lap to straddle him. I wince slightly at the discomfort as he fully enters me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod toward my feet. My toes are dangling about six inches above the hard wood. I’m too short to reach the floor in this position.
He glances down and immediately recognizes my predicament. “I’ve got you, love.”
Our eyes are locked on each other as he uses his incredible strength to lift me up and down on his lap. I lean my head back, relishing the sensation as his cock slides in and out of me. I use my free hand to touch myself as he kisses my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, and I cry out as his teeth clamp down gently on my hard nipple.
As he lifts me up and down, I feel like I’m on a merry-go-round. And as my second orgasm draws close, I remove my hand from between my legs and slide my finger into his mouth. He groans with pleasure, and within seconds he explodes inside me.
His arms hold me tightly as my body collapses into him. Snuggling my face into the crook of his neck, I listen closely as our heartbeats sync up while he softens inside me.
He presses his lips to my forehead as he caresses my back. “How are you feeling, love?”
I let out a soft sigh as I breathe in the sharp tang of his sweat. “Safe.”
My response prompts him to tighten his arms around me, and this makes me giggle.
We stay like this for a while until we’re rudely interrupted by the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the staff corridor.
By the time Ethan gets his pants on and races through the “Employees Only” door, the hallway is empty. There’s no one in the restaurant or the alley behind the building.
“Maybe we imagined it?” I say as I pull my hair back into a ponytail.
But the look of panic in Ethan’s eyes tells me he doesn’t believe that for a single second. “It had to be Andy. I’ll ring him in the morning before his shift. If he saw or heard anything, I’ll set him straight. I promise.”
I nod as if I believe him, but for the first time since this flirtation between us began, I fear we may have gone too far.
Chapter 17
ETHAN
“We’re all out of meat.”