Twelfth Night with the Earl (The Sutherland Sisters #3)(37)

Ethan tugged off his boots. “God yes, but I want you to touch all of me.” He lay back down beside her, took her hands in his, and brought them to the buttons at the waist of his breeches. “Unfasten them.”

He helped her, his hands over hers, his gaze never leaving her face as her clumsy fingers fumbled the buttons loose one by one. At last she managed to lower his falls and spread the material to either side of his slim hips.

Thea let out a soft gasp. He was . . . magnificent.

Long and hard, his skin smooth and flushed at the tip, proudly erect. She’d felt him pressed against her belly and knew he was aroused, but she’d never imagined he’d be so . . .

Thea’s lips parted.

Mouthwatering.

His breath quickened as she stared down at him. “Take off my breeches, Thea.”

Her gaze darted to his, then back down to the impressive sight before her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.

Ethan took her hand again and helped her curl her fingers over the top edge of the breeches. “Take them off.” He arched up off the bed, and she tugged his breeches over his hips and down his long legs.

“Touch me.” His voice was low and strained as he lay back against the pillows, waiting for her.

Thea bit her lip, hesitating. Dear God, where did she start? Everywhere she looked there was sleek, tawny skin poured over hard muscle, intriguing dark hair, both on his chest and in a thin line low on his stomach, and everything about him was long and hard and so, so male—

Ethan reached out, took her hand, and pressed it against his cock. “Touch me.”

Both of them gasped when her palm met his hot skin. Ethan’s eyes slid closed as he tightened his hand over hers and began to stroke. Thea watched, fascinated, as he moved their hands up and down over his hard flesh, her breath catching in her throat when a harsh gasp rumbled from his chest. One hand fisted in the bedclothes and his hips began to move as she continued to stroke him with his hand over hers, and she watched, mesmerized by the way her touch seemed to make him lose all control, until he was groaning and writhing on the bed.

Oh God, he was so beautiful, she wanted to watch him all night.

But after another few strokes Ethan tightened his hand over hers, stilling her. “This is what you do to me. Feel me.” He slid her hand up his length and touched her fingertips to a patch of dampness on his belly, then dragged the tip of his cock over her palm, leaving a sheen of wetness there, too.

Her eyes must have gone wide, because he let out a strained chuckle. “Don’t worry, love. I have no intention of disgracing myself tonight.”

“Disgracing yourself?” Thea’s brows drew into a frown. “Why should you think—?”

She didn’t get any further, because he grabbed her by the waist, tossed her onto her back on the bed, and pushed one leg between hers, urging them apart. “Never mind. I’ll explain later. But now . . .”

He took her lips hungrily, his tongue darting in to taste every corner of her mouth before he kissed his way down her throat to the hollow between her breasts. “God, you smell delicious right here.”

He sucked at her until she was moaning and clutching at his hair, then he slid his hand from her hip up her ribcage to cup her breast. “I want to taste you again. Here.” He stroked a thumb over her nipple, his touch light but relentless, a look of fierce satisfaction on his face as it stiffened for him. “Do you want that? Do you want me to suck on you here?”

An incoherent moan left Thea’s throat, but that seemed to be enough for Ethan. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, licking at her until she was ready to scream, then he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, nibbling and pulling until she was gasping beneath him, and the hard peak was visible beneath the wet muslin of her shift.

He was breathing hard when he finally pulled away. “Such a pretty pink.” He leaned over to kiss her other nipple. “I knew they’d be pink. Are you pink all over, sweetheart?” He reached down to the hem of her shift, and with one quick tug pulled it over her head so she was bare before him.

“Oh, Thea.” His hand shook as he caressed her belly. “So beautiful, love, every inch of you.” He kissed her lips tenderly, and Thea sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He pressed his lips to her ear. “Are you wet for me?” His hand slid down her belly until he tangled his fingers in the damp curls between her legs. “Let me feel you.”

He groaned when Thea opened her legs in answer, and his hand drifted lower to stroke her center. “God, yes. So wet, love.” He pinned her thigh to the bed to keep her open to him, and grazed his thumb over that tight knot of flesh begging for his touch.

“Oh . . .” Thea’s neck arched and her hips jerked as he did it again, and then again, his breath catching in a quiet moan every time she cried out.

He stroked and teased her until she was panting, then he sank one long finger into her and thrust gently, making her gasp at the sudden, strange fullness between her legs.

“Do you want me?” He urged his hard, hot cock against her hip. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes. Please, Ethan. Now.” Thea sunk her nails into his back and tried to drag him over her. He let out a desperate groan, then latched onto her nipple again as he thrust a second finger inside her, pumping both into her in a steady rhythm until Thea was arching off the bed.