Bad in Bed (7 page)

Amber flew, her hands grasping thin air as she
searched for something solid with which to anchor herself. With nothing readily
available, she could only spin, soar, float.

As she came down from another dizzying orgasm,
Ethan moved up her body, his mouth slick with her juices. As he balanced above
her, his erection pushed against her hips.

Despite that it made her sound needy, she
wanted to ask him if it had been okay, if
she
had been okay. She needed the reassurance, the confirmation. But while the
words bubbled in her throat, they lodged there, frozen in space and time. From
the look in his eyes, the expression on his face, his hard length prodding her
side, it seemed her unasked question had already been answered.

Her confidence soared as he dropped his mouth
to hers, the urgency of his kiss belying the easy way he ran his hand over her
stomach, her breasts. On his lips, she tasted herself. A first for her, and
surprisingly erotic.

“I really want your clothes off now.” Her voice
sounded lazy, indolent, but already, with his erection pressing against her,
she began to feel aroused
again
. How the
hell was it possible? She felt thoroughly sated and yet ready for more. She felt
positively lusty. Who would have thought?

“You get to do more than take my clothes off,
gorgeous. I’ve got some catching up to do, seeing as you’ve had three orgasms
to my one.”

She gave a low, sultry laugh as she began to
unbutton his shirt. Three orgasms. She’d never in her life had three orgasms on
the same night. She was lucky if she’d managed one, and that was usually from
self-pleasuring in the bathroom as Trevor lay asleep in their bed after what he
laughingly called their lovemaking.

Ethan shucked off his shirt as he stood, then
held out his hand. “Bedroom,” he said firmly. “We’ll need more room for what I
have planned.”

Amber took his hand willingly, spurred on by
the heady thought of what lay in store for her. Whatever it was, she surely had
to be through with her orgasm quota for the night. She didn’t think she could
manage another one, regardless of Ethan’s erotic plans and his amazing skills.

But as she let him lead her to his bedroom, one
thing was an absolute certainty.

Tonight, there’d be zero need for self-pleasuring
in the bathroom.

Chapter Four

He could have kept her on the sofa, Ethan
thought as he eased Amber onto his bed. He could have played out the evening in
his sitting room and kept the bedroom a fuck-free zone. At least then he might
have salvaged a small part of his rule not to invite women back to his place
for sex. While he’d now broken the rule, he could at least have let it remain
sitting room sex.

Yet here he was with Amber stretched out
beneath him, her green, lust-filled eyes gazing into his as he let his hands
roam over her warm, sumptuous flesh. Shit. He was loving every second of seeing
her laid out on his dark grey duvet, her silky blonde hair in decadent disarray
from when she’d earlier thrown her head from side to side against the sofa
cushions as he’d made her come. As he’d looked down at her lying on his sofa,
with her lush body, her sex-sated eyes, he’d known the sofa wouldn’t do it. He
wanted her, needed her, in his bed.

The need was primal, filled with the desire to
possess, to brand, to mark her as his. Shit. Where had that come from?

Since Amber was busy yanking at the zip of his
trousers, he didn’t give the thought much more of his energy. Hard to
philosophize when a woman had her hand down a guy’s pants and was stroking his
cock with something bordering on reverence.

“Wait,” he groaned as her fingers eased around
him. “Not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I’m not really doing
anything,” she said as she fluttered her lashes at him in mock innocence. “I
need your trousers off to do any real damage.”

Her sexy pout had him scrambling off the bed to
finish unzipping his trousers and yank them off along with his shoes.

Naked, he stood at the side of the bed and
looked down at her. He ran his gaze slowly up her body, lingering at the soft
blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs. Beneath those curls her pussy was a
fucking feast. He’d drunk deep of her taste and wanted more. Much more. He
wanted to bury his cock deep in those hot, wet folds, feel her slick juices
sucking him in. He wanted to thrust into her so hard he made her scream his
name.

His cock jerked when she stretched like a cat
and raised her arms over her head, directing his attention to her pert breasts.
Her dusky nipples begged for his mouth, and he lowered his head. At the touch
of his tongue, her languid moan of pleasure was about all he could take.

Blood rushed through his core, his cock so hard
and heavy he knew that once inside her welcoming heat he’d last no more than a
few seconds before he exploded.

He raised his head from her breasts, noting the
wet ring around her nipple where he’d licked and sucked.

She looked up at him as she stretched again.

When she reached out toward his erection, he
caught her wrist. “Better not, gorgeous. Or I’ll lose it before I get inside
you.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Then you’d better hurry.”

He took a moment to try and slow down his
breathing, to get some control. When was the last time he’d been so bloody
lust-crazed that he hadn’t been able to last more than a couple of seconds? He
had to get back some control before he embarrassed himself.

When she held out her arms, beckoning him into
them, he raised himself onto the bed and stretched out beside her. His heart
pumped erratically and his breath caught in his throat. She was so damn
beautiful, so giving, loving. She deserved for him to take his time.

He must have said it aloud because her brow
creased. “You already took your time. You made me come three times. Remember?”

How could he forget?
 

She reached her hand to his shoulders and ran
her fingers down his arm.

He shivered as sensation pulsed through him.
Can’t wait
, he thought.
Can’t fucking wait any longer
.

Faster, more desperate than he’d intended, he
levered himself above her, kneeing her legs apart so he could settle between
them. He reached out to the bedside table where he’d put the condom and tore
the packet with his teeth. Watching her, he slid it along his length, tapping
her hand away when she tried to help. Damn, if he felt the brush of her slender
fingers on his cock, he’d shoot his load for sure.

“Maybe next time,” he said on a jerky breath,
then eased his hands underneath her ass and raised her hips so that she opened
for him.

She stared at him, her forehead creasing a
little as she tilted her chin into the air exposing her delicate throat. Then she
closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes,” he grated. “I want to watch
your eyes as I take you.”

Her eyelashes fluttered and then sultry green
eyes fixed on his. He nudged the lips of her pussy with his cock. Shit. She was
hot, wet, and so damn ready he wanted to shove himself to the hilt and to hell
if he embarrassed himself by going off too soon.

Something in her eyes held him back.
Uncertainty? Doubt? Where had that come from? He’d noticed it when he’d tapped
her hand away as she’d tried to help him with the condom. Maybe next time, he’d
said. Was it something to do with them having a next time? Was this a one night
only deal for her? Had she already decided there wouldn’t be a next time? Hell
with that.

And what the fuck was he doing engaging in
mental meanderings when he had a hot, willing woman just waiting for him to
finish what he’d damn well started. Right then he was too damn horny to think
straight anyway.

He entered her slowly, pleased when the corners
of her mouth kicked up into a wicked smile as he pushed his hard length deeper inside
her.

Her hips lifted, drawing him in further with
each push.

He thrust himself to the hilt and it felt so
bloody good he wondered vaguely if he could freeze the moment and just lay in
her warmth, in her silky wet heat, for eternity.

Shit. He was turning into a fucking
philosopher.

Thankfully, his cock had other ideas and,
spurred by the way Amber’s hips moved restlessly against him, he started to
move. Slow, he wanted slow, so he could make it last, draw it out and make if
good for both of them. But she insisted on bucking those luscious hips of hers,
her breasts rising and falling with every patchy breath she took. He could no
sooner go slow right then than fly to the damn moon.

Moving his hand between her legs, he found her
clit and worked it in time to his thrusts. The sounds she made deep in her
throat were like fire to his blood. He moved faster, pushing deep with each
thrust, the slide of his cock against her slick heat making him lose coherent
thought until he was pounding into her.

She matched him all the way, her body meeting
each thrust as if she was intrinsically matched to his rhythm.

Seconds later, she arched upwards, threw her
head back and came. He felt her pulse around him, the movement shattering the
last thread of his own control and he found his own release, spurting into the
condom and shouting his pleasure as he climaxed.

He held there, trying to control his breathing
as his heart pounded and his flesh burned. When he opened his eyes he saw that
Amber’s were closed as she lay spent against the mattress. Her breasts moved
jerkily as she, too, fought for breath. It gave him an insane sense of pleasure
to see her suffering the same struggle for control he did.

He pulled out a fraction and the movement got
her eyes open.

She looked straight at him, her gaze full of
questions.

“What?” he asked as she stared at him. “Okay?”

She closed her eyes again briefly and nodded.
“You?”

Well, he had been until she looked at him
accusingly and not altogether as if the earth had moved for her as it had for
him. Like fucking hell, he thought. He’d rocked her ass off.

He pulled out completely, rolled onto his back,
and fixed his attention on the ceiling. Had he done something wrong, something
she hadn’t liked? Nothing sprang to mind, not if you considered how many times
he’d gotten her off that night. It was definitely something he’d said.

“What I said about next time.” His tone was sharper
than he’d planned but he didn’t attempt to soften it. “If you’re a one trick
pony that’s fine by me.”

She turned her head toward him. “One trick
pony?”

He kept his attention on the ceiling. “A fuck ‘em
and leave ‘em kind of girl. We’ve all got our own agenda.”

She hoisted herself onto her elbows. “Agenda? I
don’t have an agenda. But I get the message, loud and clear. I’m not an idiot.”

He was starting to feel like one. “Perhaps you
should enlighten me, because I’m not entirely sure what the problem is.”

She turned and started to get out of bed. “No
problem at all. I’ll just get dressed and be on my way. There’s no need for you
to worry about there being a next time.”

Damn it, so he was right. He jerked up and
levered his hands around her waist before she could stand. She wasn’t blowing
him off before she’d given him a reason for no next time, not when they’d
pretty much set fire to the sheets. “Hold on just a minute.”

She froze, her whole body tense where minutes
ago it had been warm and pliable. “There’s no need to string it out. I’m fully
aware of how things are. How I am.”

Ethan had the distinct impression he’d slipped
into some parallel universe, because damned if he knew what she was talking
about. He shifted until his chest was to her back and drew her against him.
“There’s no shame in wanting a one night stand, gorgeous. I just wish you’d let
me persuade you to stay a bit longer.”

And if he had his way, he’d use that time
convincing her that what they’d shared was worth repeating. Many times. Many,
many
times.

She turned to look over her shoulder at him, a
haughty look in her eyes. “It’s still early. You could join your friends at
Papa Niko’s. You might still get lucky.”

Taking a chance, he nuzzled her ear. “I already
got lucky.”

Her brow furrowed. “There’s really no reason to
be nice. I get it, okay? You’re off the hook.”

Was the same confusion he saw in her eyes now visible
in his own? He frowned at her. “Want to explain? Because you may as well be
speaking a foreign language, green eyes.”

She tried to get up, but he kept her anchored
against him. If nothing else, she owed him clarification of just what the hell
was going on with her.

She turned her head away from him. “I’ll spell
it out in simple English for you then, since my humiliation obviously isn’t
complete and you’ll be content only with total annihilation.” Her gaze returned
to his and if looks could kill, he’d be the one annihilated. “I’m a disaster,
no good at this, complete pants. Okay?”