you’re not just saying that so you can do dirty things to me and have an audience.”
He chuckled darkly and nuzzled his chin into my shoulder so he could kiss the side of my neck and pinch my earlobe between his teeth. “I promise I’m not just saying that. I don’t want to share the sight of you with anyone else. Tonight, you’re mine.”
His words turned me into putty. Tonight, I was his.
Yes.
Ethan ran a hand up my thigh and under my skirt. I was wearing pantyhose, thin black ones, and when he found the waistband, he gave them a sharp pull until the fabric tore as effortlessly as if he were ripping paper. I shuddered in his grasp and he growled at me to stay still as he stripped the tattered remnants of my nylons from my legs.
He had me step out of my shoes and I stood before him a full five inches shorter.
He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled. “You’re a lot less scary without those five inches.”
I grabbed him by the belt and pulled his hips toward me. “Careful what you say about inches, Collinder.” I released his belt and groped him over his pants. Lucky for him, it didn’t feel like he had anything to worry about in that department.
Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was so damn cocky all the time.
I drew his zipper down. Ethan kissed me after I got his pants undone and began flicking open the buttons of his shirt one after another until it hung open and exposed his torso in all its glory. I’d always known Ethan took care of himself but I’d never quite imagined he was this diligent about his fitness. He had swollen chest muscles and a lean stomach. His hips cut a perfect V-shape and the sight of them made my insides squirm with desire. My panties were suddenly wet and it was all I could do to stay on my feet and not turn into a puddle in his hands.
“Please,” I mumbled through lips swollen from desperate kisses.
Ethan squeezed my hip. “Please what?”
“Don’t make me wait anymore.”
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “As you wish.” He spun me around so that I was facing the windows and planted a hand between my shoulder blades. He pushed, holding me there against the glass, and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “Are you going to be a good girl and spread your legs for me?”
I did as he asked.
His chuckle rumbled again, and this time, I felt it in my back as he pressed his chest up against me. He worked my skirt up over my hips and left me exposed. My black panties covered me while my skirt sat around my waist like a hula hoop and my bra rested beneath my breasts. I was a disheveled mess.
And I was completely at his mercy.
Ethan tugged my panties to the side. He ran two fingers between my thighs and felt how wet I was. There was no more chuckling. He breathed in my ear as he felt me, and I gasped as he filled me with two fingers. My fingers curled against the window as I tried to grab hold of something and found nothing but smooth glass.
He fucked me nice and slow with his fingers while rubbing my clit with his thumb. The pleasure was exquisite. I stretched to the tips of my toes and he leaned in closer, applying pressure to my back so I couldn’t wiggle out from between him and the window—not that I’d want to.
He kissed the side of my neck and my shoulder as he edged me closer to an orgasm. When I was close, he’d back off, slow down, and rub me in slow circles. In a matter of minutes, he had me on the brink again.
I reached behind me and cupped the back of his neck. I craned my head back so I could kiss him all twisted up like a pretzel. He smiled against the kiss and fingered me harder. I came hard for him and he rewarded me with a peppering of sweet kisses on my cheeks and down my back.
He released me from where he had me pinned against the window and led me over to the sofa. I didn’t resist when he bent me over the armrest and fingered me some more. I did the opposite of resist. I gave up the very last grip I had