Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,272

loved the words spilling from his mouth. So filled with innuendo and promise.

She shifted and had to stifle a groan when fissures of pure pleasure shot through her body. His jaw hardened. His eyes were almost black now.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked tightly.

“Yes.” God yes. All she wanted was to be naked with him. “But not for this salad,” she said, knowing he knew exactly what she meant.

The understanding passed between them without another word.

He threw some bills onto the table and took her hand, all but dragging her from the cafe. When they reached the street, he slid his arm around her waist and guided her toward the next row of stalls.

He rushed her from the cafe, her body on fire, to finish shopping?

When she glared up at his profile, his lips turned up but he didn't look at her.

“This isn’t where I thought we’d be going,” she said, frustration creeping into her voice. “I’ve had enough shopping for today.”

Ethan threw back his head and laughed. It was a deep rich sound and despite her anger, it sank right down to her bones.

They stopped in front of an old man selling shells who smiled and welcomed them inside. Ethan leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. His fingers dug into her hip.

“When I finally make you come, sweetheart, you’re going to go off like the fucking Fourth of July in Times Square.” He nipped her earlobe and her knees weakened. “Trust me.”

God, she was strung tighter than she ever had been in her life and pretty much all she thought about for the next two hours as Ethan guided her through every booth until they reached the very end.

He was right. The anticipation was the most intense aphrodisiac ever.

Chapter 2

“Did you have fun today?”

Ethan came up behind her and braced his hands on the deck railing. Boxing her in. His body pressed against hers from shoulder to knees.

A choked laugh escaped her lips. “Not sure I’d call it fun exactly.”

When they finally arrived back at Ethan’s bungalow, she felt like a rocket. Ready to go off at the slightest touch. He’d pulled out a bottle of Cristal Rose Champagne from his refrigerator and grabbed two glasses that were on the counter and guided her to the deck.

The sunset had been amazing and her body buzzed, and not just from the alcohol.

His dark chuckle against her neck made goose bumps pop up along her skin. If he started and stopped this time, she really was going to kill him. She leaned back, tilted her neck so that he had more surface to kiss.

Ethan ran his tongue down along her shoulder, then nipped his way back up. The scruff of his beard abraded her skin in a way that she’d never felt before. The hard bulge of his cock pressed into her lower back. She was pinned between it and the railing and she was tired of waiting.

She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. No more games. She wanted him. With a tug she brought his head down and pressed her lips to his. Hot silk. That's what his tongue felt like gliding over hers. Harper groaned, lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his thigh. His fingers dug into her bare flesh, holding her like that, pushing her back against the rail.

She needed his kiss deeper but he held back, stroked the inside of her mouth boldly but with deliberation. She ached everywhere but the pulsing wetness between her legs was unbearable.

“Ethan, I need you to touch me.”

His low chuckle was full of promise.

“If you don’t, I’m going to go back to my own bungalow and masturbate all night. Without you,” she said.

“No you won’t.” He punctuated each word with a kiss.

God, she wouldn’t. Even she knew that.

The fingers on her thigh crept higher, brushed against the inner edge of her shorts. Her breath lodged in her throat. She tilted her hips, tried to move so that he was touching her where she needed it most. Damn him if he didn't purposefully avoid it.

If he didn't do something soon she was going to explode out of her skin.

“Please,” she gasped. “You’re not being very nice you know.”

He pressed hot lips to her neck, then dragged them up, over her chin and took her mouth. This time he really kissed her, stroked his tongue in her mouth boldly, and swallowed the moans coming from her throat.

“I plan on being very very nice,” he said against her swollen