Part 26 (1/2)
She didn't want to talk? Didn't want to hear him say he loved her? ”Fine.”
He could force himself to be patient.
She brought her hands between them and pressed against his chest. ”I need some s.p.a.ce. I need to process everything.”
”No,” he said as he pinned her wrists above her head. ”No talking. No thinking, either.”
She was running scared, and he wasn't about to let her shut him out.
He yanked her s.h.i.+rt up her chest, releasing her wrists long enough to drag it off. Her feeble protest was cut short when he bent his head to her bare breast, taking her stiff nipple into his mouth and rolling it along the edge of his teeth. He sucked her hard, reveling in the sounds of pleasure burbling from her throat at the little taste of pain.
He ground his erection against her and slid his hand down the front of her pants. ”You're mine, Toni,” he said, sliding his fingers along the wet folds of her p.u.s.s.y. ”You don't want to admit it yet, but you know it's true.”
”No,” she gasped, and arched her hips up against his hand. She was molten-hot, slick with a combination of his come and her own sweet juice.
His c.o.c.k stretched another inch at the remembered feel of coming inside her, the feel of her tight, slick p.u.s.s.y closing around him with no barrier to his pleasure. ”Yes,” he said, shoving her pants down her legs, keeping her arms pinned firmly above her head.
One-handed, he shoved his own pants down his legs. Gripping his c.o.c.k, he positioned the engorged head against her slit, sliding himself up and down and around her c.l.i.t until they were both shaking and panting with need. ”You feel how much I want you?” he breathed into her mouth, licked inside hers, groaning when she sucked on his tongue the way he wanted her to suck on his c.o.c.k.
”So I make your d.i.c.k hard,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip before licking away the sting. ”I'm not the first woman to do it and I doubt I'll be the last.”
Anger mingled with l.u.s.t at her comment. Even with all the blood rus.h.i.+ng to his d.i.c.k, his brain suffused with a red fog, he knew what she was doing. Bringing up other women to remind herself not to trust him. Grasping at anything to keep herself from falling, too. He hooked his elbow under one knee and hitched her leg over his hip. Thumbing his c.o.c.k into position, he bent his knees and entered her in one firm thrust.
She arched her back and gasped as her body stretched around him. He held himself inside her, pinning her against the wall as he gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. He rocked his hips forward, wanting to crawl up inside her, wanting to go so deep she'd never lose the feel of him.
”Believe that if you want to,” he said, gritting his teeth, sweat rolling down his chest as her p.u.s.s.y gripped him. ”But I could f.u.c.k you for a year straight and not get enough. I've never met a woman I couldn't walk away from until you.” He pulled out an inch before thrusting back inside.
He looked down to where they were joined, and the sight made his b.a.l.l.s ache. Her plump c.l.i.t was red and ripe, her flushed p.u.s.s.y lips stretched around him. The muscles of her stomach were tense and quivering, and he could feel every shudder like an electric current up his d.i.c.k.
He bent his head, his mouth closing over the moist skin of her neck as he slid in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. Making her feel every inch of him. Savoring every inch of her. Pausing with every stroke to swirl and stir and stoke her higher.
Her breath caught, her lips parted on a groan, and he knew she was about to come. G.o.d, he loved watching her, the way every trace of her hard sh.e.l.l fell away in an instant.
He didn't change his pace, didn't ease his grip on her wrists or her hip as she started to shake and shudder. Moaning, she buried her face against his throat. He hissed at the feel of her teeth closing over his skin in a punis.h.i.+ng love bite. He focused on her pleasure, drawing out every last ripple of her climax until she collapsed weakly against him.
He released her hands, drew her arms around his shoulders, and gently withdrew, sucking in his breath at the silky drag of her body against his painfully sensitive skin. He wanted to come so bad he could taste it, but he wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. If this was the only way he could get to her, he was going to have her in every way he could think of until she admitted she was his.
He carried her to his bedroom and laid her across his bed, coming down over her and cradling her face in his hands. His kiss was urgent, hungry, as his hands skimmed over the long lines of her body. He parted her legs and slid back inside, never breaking his kiss. His thumb brushed over the velvet-soft skin of her nipple, coaxing it back to hardness as she s.h.i.+fted under him.
”Please,” she whispered against his lips. ”Give me a break. I can't-”
”Sure you can,” he said, flexing his c.o.c.k inside her, making her gasp.
”It's too much,” she said, s.h.i.+fting underneath him, which only served to drive him deeper inside.
”No such thing,” he said, reaching between them to dip his fingers between her swollen folds. He circled his thumb around her c.l.i.t, careful to avoid the sensitive tip.
She clenched around his c.o.c.k, kissing him frantically as a high, keening sound started in her throat.
He lost count of how many times he made her come before he finally let go, his body shaking and trembling as everything, all the fear, frustration, the love she didn't want to acknowledge ripped through him, pouring out of him in thick hot spurts as he spent himself inside her.
When he could finally breathe again, he rolled to the side and pulled her against him. ”I do love you,” he whispered and kissed her cheek before falling asleep, still buried inside her.
He made love to her throughout the night, waking up to pull her into the shower to wash them both clean. Spent the next hour or so licking and fingering her to climax after climax. He shouted his pleasure to the ceiling when she took him in her mouth and returned the favor.
Dawn was licking at the sky and he was drifting off to sleep, Toni tucked against his side, when her heard her voice, barely audible, m.u.f.fled against his shoulder.
”I love you, too,” she whispered.
He thought his heart might explode as she nuzzled into his chest. Within seconds they were both sound asleep.
Toni padded out of the bedroom the next afternoon, barefoot, wearing one of Ethan's T-s.h.i.+rts. Delicious smells wafted down the hall, and she followed them to the kitchen, where she was presented with the mouthwatering sight of Ethan cooking in nothing but his boxers.
She was sh.e.l.l-shocked, her body achy, her mind blown by last night. She'd lost count of how many times she'd come. He'd been relentless, not giving her an inch of s.p.a.ce, not losing contact with her for a second. He'd held himself inside her, touching her, stroking her, wearing her out and wearing her down until finally ”I love you” had forced its way past her lips.
Now, in the brutal light of the summer day, she was forced to acknowledge that her feelings were real. But she still wasn't sure it was enough.
He turned around, his mouth stretching into that s.e.xy, c.o.c.ky grin that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. He set down the spatula and came over to her, grabbing a handful of the s.h.i.+rt to pull her to him. She closed her eyes, breathed in the musky-clean scent of his skin, and tipped her face up for a kiss.
His lips parted against hers, and even after last night's acrobatics, she could feel a hot stir low in her belly.
”My eggs are going to burn,” he murmured against her lips, ”but hold that thought.” He turned his attention back to the stove.
Toni poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the breakfast bar, taking the opportunity to gather her wits. It was hard to keep her common sense when he was looking at her, completely impossible when he was touching her.
She watched him slide an omelet onto a plate, her heart tripping at the way the muscles in his back rippled. He got to her the way no man ever had before. John had hurt her feelings, hurt her pride, when he'd dumped her. And she hadn't felt anything approaching the intensity she felt for Ethan.
The thought sobered her, and her stomach twisted as she looked up and caught Ethan staring at her with a look of guarded expectation.
He put a plate in front of her and she took a bite of the fluffy omelet. ”It's delicious.” She had no idea what was in it-some kind of exotic cheese and maybe sundried tomatoes? But it tasted amazing.
”Yeah, enjoy it, because it's the sum total of my cooking ability.”
She smiled and took another bite, trying not to notice as the silence grew thicker with every pa.s.sing second. She shoveled in the last bite and looked pointedly at her watch. ”I should probably get going.” She slid off the bar stool and he grabbed her arm to stay her.
”Where do you have to go?”
”I told Kara I'd stop by today, and I need to go by my apartment.”
He took a bite of eggs and washed it down with a sip of coffee. ”Speaking of which, I think you should just pack your stuff and move it over here.” His tone was casual, but his look was hard, probing.
Her gaze slid away from his. ”Ethan, I need time to think about all of this.”
”Fine,” he said, his muscles tense as he wiped his mouth and stood up. ”Let me shower and I'll give you a ride to Kara's.”
She shook her head. ”I'll get a rental car.”
”Why spend the money when I can-”
She held up her hand. ”I need some s.p.a.ce, okay? Give me some time alone to figure everything out.”