Into the Fury (BOSS, Inc. #1)(55)
The implication hung in the air. When she took off the robe she’d be bare. Everywhere.
Ethan’s eyes closed and a muscle flexed in his jaw. “Jesus, God, you’re killing me.”
“I just . . . I didn’t know how you’d feel about—”
He gripped her shoulders and his mouth crushed down over hers. A long, thorough kiss and he reached for her robe, pulled it open, and slid it off her shoulders, leaving her completely naked. Hot brown eyes traveled slowly down her body, taking in every bare inch of her.
“I’m going to kiss you all over,” he said gruffly. “I’m going to eat you alive.” Then he was lifting her into his arms, striding over to the bed and settling her on the mattress.
He took a moment to shed his jeans, pull a condom out of his pocket, and toss it on the bedside table. Foil gleamed in the moonlight seeping in through the curtains as he joined her in bed and started kissing her again, ravaging her mouth as he had before, making her restless and hot.
Settling himself between her legs, he shifted his attention to her breasts, suckling and tasting until she squirmed beneath him. He moved lower, his tongue circling her navel, sliding across the flat plane below.
She whimpered at the feel of his lips against the inside of her thigh, nipping and kissing, moaned as he moved to her sex. Keeping his word, he tasted, teased, devoured. Her hands fisted in the sheet as he drove her up to the peak. In minutes she reached an earth-shattering climax, a journey into pleasure that seemed to have no end.
It wasn’t enough.
Her hands slid into his short dark hair. “I need . . . I need more, Ethan. I need to feel you inside me. Please, Ethan.”
His eyes looked feral as he came up over her, his erection big and hard. His body felt solid and warm between her parted legs. Ethan kissed her, long and deep, eased himself inside with exquisite care. She loved the fullness, the way his powerful body pressed her into the mattress.
It wasn’t enough.
She wanted to absorb him, mesh with him until they were just one being. She wanted to know him in the very marrow of her bones.
She arched beneath him, taking him deeper as he began to move. “I need more, Ethan,” she whispered, bolder words than she had ever spoken. “Please.”
He seemed to swell inside her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She realized he was holding himself back, fighting to stay in control. She didn’t want him in control. She wanted him as wild for her as she was for him. “You won’t hurt me. I want you, Ethan, please.”
An animal growl tore from his throat. With fierce, powerful thrusts, he drove into her, moving faster, deeper, harder, giving her what she wanted. Driving her to a second shattering climax. She cried out his name, dug her nails into the muscles across his shoulders, and just hung on.
Ethan didn’t stop. “Again,” he demanded as she started spiraling down.
“I can’t.”
“You will,” he vowed, driving deeper, claiming her in some way, and the words shot her over the edge.
Pleasure tore through her. She hadn’t known it could be this good, this intense. For several seconds the world seemed to tilt, to spin on its axis. She clung to his neck and felt his body go rigid, every muscle vibrating as he reached his own release.
Time slowed and she began to float down, her mind in a soft, sensuous haze.
Ethan finally lifted himself away and left the bed to dispose of his condom. Seconds later, she heard him rummaging around in his bag in the living room, then he padded naked back to bed, a beautiful male animal outlined in the faint sliver of moon illuminating the darkness.
Her eyes widened when she saw the flash of foil, saw the stack of protection he set on the nightstand.
“I’m done with the sofa. Rules or no rules, from now on I’m in your bed.”
She swallowed. She hadn’t considered tomorrow. Just the burning need she’d had to assuage. She felt dazed and well-used. And more womanly than ever before.
Unease filtered through her. She had given him some part of herself she hadn’t known existed. He’d given her pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced before. It should have been enough. It should have settled her, soothed the desperate yearning. And yet she wanted more.
The knowledge was frightening. Aside from their shared physical attraction, she didn’t fit into his life. Ethan didn’t fit into hers.
How much pain would she feel when it ended? Since the night Bobby had died, Val had never been more afraid.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ethan awoke at dawn. He’d always been an early riser, looked forward to getting things done in the quiet hours of the morning. Lying beneath a comforter in the big king-size bed, he shifted, realized something was different today. It took a moment to remember last night and the soft curves of the woman whose naked bottom pressed intimately into his groin.
His morning erection stirred. He remembered he had broken the rules, remembered the hot night he and Val had shared. He heard her soft purr, felt her hips nudging, caught the flirty glance she tossed him over a pale shoulder covered by a fall of long honey-gold hair.
Reaching for the bedside table, he grabbed a condom and sheathed himself. Gripping her hips, he slid into her waiting warmth, taking what he wanted. Her moan was low and throaty, thick with pleasure as he moved. It didn’t take long before both of them were sated.