Shake The Frost (Crystal Lake #6) - Juliana Stone Page 0,47

her. His eyes moved over her body, starting with her face, then her breasts and erect nipples, then down farther. He exhaled slowly, an almost pained expression on his face when he dropped his hand and cupped her breast. His bent forward, and his teeth grazed her nipple, lightly, but it was enough. She groaned, leaning into him as his other arm snaked around her waist, which was good because she felt like she was falling.

He looked her in the eyes, and she saw the desire there, felt it hard against her hip. She wondered if she looked close enough, would she see her reflection in his eyes? And that made her wonder…how does he see me?

“I didn’t like that you didn’t come back to me last night,” she whispered, trailing a finger across his chest.

“It was late,” he replied, voice full of whiskey and smoke. “You were in a mood.”

“I was in a mood because you didn’t come home.”

He nipped at the spot between her collarbone and her neck. The sensation made her toes curl. “You were in a mood before I left for the lake.”

“I’m pregnant. It happens.” His mouth was at the corner of her mouth.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his lips hovering over hers. “This will change everything.”

There were many things Emily wasn’t sure about. But of this one thing, she had no doubt.

“Everything changed back in July. We’ve been evolving ever since.” she said, voice husky and barely above a whisper. “I want you, Ethan.”

She waited a heartbeat. “It’s impolite to keep a pregnant woman waiting.”

That slow grin she knew so well, the one that had been buried forever, it seemed, slid across his handsome face.

“Well then.” He pressed his mouth next to her ear. “I’m all about being nice and polite these days.”

After that? He could have recited the Lord’s prayer for all Emily knew, because she didn’t hear anything but the spray of water on their bodies, and the sound of her heart banging against her rib cage.

Chapter Sixteen

Ethan didn’t think about anything else but the woman in front of him. He didn’t wonder at the how or the why of it—her coming to him like this. He didn’t think of the next day or week or what having her like this meant.

He knew things would change—hell, he’d warned her—but she didn’t seem to care and he was too caught up in the sight of her and the feel of all that smooth creamy skin, the long, tangled hair, and those big eyes that looked up at him in a way that set his blood on fire.

There was no pain lurking behind those baby blues. No second guesses or guilt. There was only need and desire, and God help him but Ethan couldn’t think beyond any of that.

He reached for her, his mouth claiming lips that had haunted him for months. She moaned, a sound that echoed in his ear and heated his blood even more. She tasted like sunshine if sunshine was a tangible thing, and he tugged on her bottom lip before covering her whole, his mouth taking, his tongue tasting.

Ethan kissed Emily until his head spun and his knees went weak. He dragged his mouth away and nibbled along her neck, and when his heart settled a bit, he went back for seconds, his tongue playing with hers as they strained to get closer. He was consumed with heat and desire and a need so strong, he growled like an animal and tore his mouth from hers.

She stared up at him, water sliding across creamy breasts and dusky nipples that begged to be worshiped. “Ethan,” she said, breathless, sounding almost as if she was in pain. “Don’t stop.”

He ran the rough pads of his fingers across those nipples and then followed with his tongue, smiling to himself at the sharp intake of breath and the way she arched her back.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

His teeth grazed the tips, and she hissed. “And that?”

Emily nodded and closed her eyes when he opened his mouth and kissed and licked and tugged until she moaned some more. He paid attention to both breasts, being an equal opportunity kind of man, and eventually, his mouth and tongue made their way lower. He spanned her belly with both hands, marveling at the change in her body, in the soft roundness there where his child grew.

Something so savage ripped through him at the thought that his touch turned possessive even as