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The pleasure quadrupled in a sudden rush, a warning tingle rocketing up his spine. He barely had enough control to pull back from the brink before it was too late.

“Baby, stop. Stop for a second,” he managed. He grasped her head, gently pulled her away from him, unable to stifle a groan as her mouth released him.

Squeezing his eyes shut he lay there panting for a few moments, hands fisted in her hair while he fought to regain control. When the sensation ebbed enough for him to open his eyes, he looked down to find her watching him, her hand still curled around the base of his cock.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he wanted to fulfill her needs as well. He uncurled one hand from her hair, slid his fingers down to stroke over her flushed cheek. “What do
you
want?” he whispered. It was important to him.

She licked her lips and shifted a little. The way she squirmed told him sucking on him had turned her on. That made it even hotter. “I want to make you come.”

While he’d kill for the chance to come in her mouth, he sensed she was holding something back. And he didn’t want her finishing him off that way if she felt like she owed him from earlier. “What about you though? I wanna make you come again too.”

She blushed. Actually blushed even though she’d had his cock in her mouth not ten seconds before. His heart squeezed. She was so fucking sweet.

He rubbed his thumb across her mouth, his abs tightening when she took the tip between her lips and sucked lightly. His cock twitched in her hand, wanting back in her mouth. “Say it,” he told her, unwilling to let it go.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered back.

Ethan exhaled slowly as triumph roared through his veins.
Yes
. He’d be the first to sink into her tight little body, the first to feel her squeeze around him as she came. It was totally caveman of him to think it but he didn’t care.

He would make love to her, ensure her first time was special and that she had at least one orgasm to offset any discomfort she might experience. Make her
his
and his alone. After that, he’d do whatever it took to keep her.

His hand was slightly unsteady when he pulled his thumb free of her mouth, surprising him. And his heart was racing like he’d just run ten miles. “Okay.”

A slow smile curved that luscious mouth. “Okay,” she agreed.

He held out his hand to her, his entire body pulsing at the thought of burying his cock inside her. “Then come up here and I’ll give you what you asked for.”

Chapter Fifteen

This was it. No going back after this.

Rather than make her nervous, the thought filled Marisol with a heady rush of anticipation. Ethan was finally going to be hers.

Even if only for one night.

She shook the thought away. It didn’t matter if she wanted more from him, this is what he was willing to offer. Having him once was better than not having him at all, and she knew he’d not only treat her with care and consideration, but make this an experience she’d never forget. The arousal flooding her body was so intense she felt light-headed.

Her breathing was erratic as she rose and slowly began stripping. With the light on she felt a bit shy but then Ethan sat up to watch, his eyes molten with desire.

He tracked each of her movements, devoured the sight of every bit of skin she exposed to his gaze. When she was naked, she took the hand he held out, feeling a tiny bit nervous now that all the attention wasn’t on him anymore.

With one quick move he pulled her down onto the bed and rolled on top of her. She gasped at the sensation of his weight pressing her into the mattress, the heat of his skin on hers.

Common sense intruded for a moment. “I don’t have anything…” she began, then trailed off. She hadn’t wanted to ask her security team to stop at a store on the way here just so she could buy condoms. And until a minute ago, she’d already made up her mind to be happy with focusing on pleasing Ethan for now.

“I’ll take care of it,” he answered, dropping three kisses across her upper lip before sucking lightly on her lower one.

Winding her arms around his shoulders, she raised her head and covered his lips with hers. It felt like she was melting as she twined her legs around his, their mouths fused together.

He had most of his weight propped up on his forearms. Then he shifted, sliding a hand into her hair to tilt her head back and give him access to her neck. Her eyes drifted shut, tiny shivers racing across her skin at the feel of his lips and tongue on her flesh.

A soft sigh escaped when one large hand cupped her breast. Her nipple beaded tight in anticipation of his mouth, moving ever closer. She sank her fingers into his hair, squirmed a little as he lowered his head to suck.

Marisol arched her back, her hips moving restlessly. The hand on her breast skidded down over her ribs to her hip, glided across her inner thigh.

Lifting his weight from her he reached down to cup between her legs. The heat and pressure of his hand felt amazing but made the ache worse. She clung to him, tugged him up for another deep kiss as his fingers stroked and teased. One slid into her, testing, then eased out to circle her clit.

Impatient, she reached down to grab his hip, dug her fingers into that taut flesh. He ignored it, seemed in no hurry as he kissed her and stroked her until she was trembling and gasping. The pleasure was rising fast, too fast. She wanted him inside her. Her muscles tightened and she whimpered into his mouth, rolled her hips against his hand.

Ethan pulled his hand away and rolled to grab something from the floor. He came up with a condom packet in his hand and quickly tore it open. Unwilling to be a passive participant, she sat up and wrapped her fingers around the base of his erection. He covered her hand with his, raised it to help him roll the condom down the shaft.

When it was done he pressed her to her back with a hand on her shoulder and reached up to drag a pillow down from the head of the bed. After setting it beneath her hips, he moved in between her open thighs.

She set both hands on his back and pulled him close, expecting him to push into her. Instead he bent to nibble at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, his warm breath raising goose bumps across her skin. He set one hand beside her head, leaned his weight on it, and slid his other one back to tease the swollen flesh between her legs.

This time he pressed two fingers inside her and paused there, his thumb circling her clit and his eyes on her face. The pleasure rose sharp and bright. She pushed it back, held her breath when he withdrew his hand and settled deeper between her legs.

Her fingers dug into the muscles in his back. She felt warmth and pressure at her opening as he eased the tip of his erection inside her.

That golden brown stare stayed locked on hers. Breathless, heart pounding, she couldn’t look away. He had her spellbound, her body on the brink of something wonderful. And it wasn’t just physical, for either of them. There was no way he could look at her like this and not feel something inside.

His hand shifted between them, one fingertip circling her clit gently as he watched her. The ache inside her grew, maddening and pleasurable at the same time. She felt more pressure, a slight burn as the heavy stretching increased. Her eyes closed.

Ethan stilled, breathing hard. As his finger continued to stroke her, the burn faded, leaving only that gnawing ache behind along with a heavy fullness that made her nerve endings sizzle.

He was completely buried inside her.

A thrill shivered through her and she opened her eyes. Ethan’s face was taut with desire, his nostrils flared. The muscles beneath her fingertips bunched tight as he held himself there, watching her reaction, making sure she wasn’t in any pain.

There was no pain, only pleasure now, coiling tight inside her where he was lodged so deep in her body. Her heart swelled and her throat tightened. She’d always dreamed it would be like this with him. He treated her like she mattered, made her feel cherished and adored.

With a soft smile she slid her hands up into his hair and lifted her head to kiss him, giving her hips an experimental rock. She gasped into his mouth as pleasure streaked through her.

Ethan groaned and met the glide of her tongue, still stroking her clit. She rocked her hips again, moaned at the dual sensations. Having him inside her while he caressed her felt incredible. Way better than she’d ever expected.

When she rolled her hips again, seeking more of that delicious friction, he shuddered. It thrilled her to know he was just as affected. Her heart was full to bursting at being able to experience this moment with him.

Shifting his weight, he moved his hips back then surged forward. He hit a spot inside her so sweet that she tore her mouth free of his and squeezed her eyes shut, a cry of wonder tearing from her throat.

He murmured something and slid the fingers of his free hand into her hair. His lips layered kisses over the corner of her mouth, her jaw.

“Oh,” she gasped out. “Ohhh…”
Ethan. Ethan, Ethan
, she chanted in her mind.

His hand tightened in her hair, the sudden increase of pressure causing a pleasurable burn along her scalp. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, bit down gently as he pushed deep once more, his finger still caressing her clit.

A helpless whimper escaped her. She covered his mouth with hers, devouring him as the pleasure gripped tight and wouldn’t let go.

Every time he moved inside her it got better, and better, until she was rocking desperately against him. The orgasm was rushing at her now and she was greedy for it. Craved it with every cell in her body.

Tightening her thighs around his hips, she drove up to meet each thrust. Ethan growled into her mouth, the primal sound fueling the desperate need for release. The friction was incredible, driving her higher, higher, until all the pressure inside her snapped free. She drowned in it, clung to him while the waves took her, her cries ringing unchecked off the ceiling.

Her release seemed to trigger something inside him. Ethan pulled his hand from between them and planted it on the other side of her head. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, holding her in place, slid his tongue into her mouth as he plunged deep into her body.

Little ripples of pleasure rocked her. She wound her arms around his back, let her hands drift over his damp skin and focused on increasing his pleasure.

A low, rough groan rumbled through his chest. The kiss grew wild, desperate, the motion of his hips speeding up. He’d been so gentle before, out of consideration for her, and even now she sensed he was tempering the raw power in his body.

Marisol sighed and sucked at his tongue, luxuriating in the experience. She was utterly relaxed, her body warm and heavy, a lovely heavy feeling stealing through her limbs. Feeling the flex and release of his muscles as she ran her hands over his back was its own thrill.

She absorbed all of it, his spicy, masculine scent, each raw groan that told her how good she was making him feel. Her heart thudded hard as she held him, lifted into his rhythm. She felt him swell inside her, growing even harder.

Suddenly he sucked in a breath and tore his mouth free, his entire body seeming to lock. She gazed up at him, drank in the sight of his agonized expression, his eyes slammed shut, jaw clenched.

He shuddered once, twice, his head falling back a little as his low moan of pleasure filled the room. She could feel him pulsing inside her.

In the quiet she trailed her fingers over his slick shoulders, raised her head to rain soft kisses across his jaw. With a quiet growl he captured her mouth with his. His body relaxed, more of his weight settling back on her.

The kiss was languid now, sweet and intimate, a slow stroke of tongues, a melding of lips. Gradually her heart rate returned to normal. After a minute Ethan pressed a lingering kiss to her mouth and eased back to look at her, his hands framing her face.

“You all right?”

“Mmm, better than all right.”

His lips quirked, then he sobered again. “Did it hurt?” he murmured, fingers playing with the hair at her temples.

“Barely at all.” She smiled up at him, ran the sole of her foot down the back of his leg, then up again. The sex had been wonderful but she loved this part even more. “It was perfect. Thank you.”

He huffed out a laugh and kissed the end of her nose. “I should be thanking you.” He shifted but stilled when she covered a wince as something twinged inside her. “Sore?”

“Maybe a little.”

He eased out of her body carefully and she immediately missed the connection, the warmth of his body. “I’ll go get you a warm cloth.”

Before she could protest he was up and out of the bed. She switched off the lamp and drew the covers up over her breasts, enjoying the sight of his shadowed, naked ass as he walked to the attached bathroom. The man was all gorgeous, controlled power.

The water ran in the sink. A few moments later he came out with a washcloth in his hand and crossed to the bed.

Instead of handing it to her, he pulled the covers back and gently pressed it between her legs as he leaned down to kiss her. She sighed at the soothing warmth, reached up to cradle his face between her hands and rub her thumbs over his bristly cheeks. He was so tender and attentive with her, and even though she knew it wasn’t a good idea because a relationship was impossible for them, a seed of hope took root inside her.

She definitely wanted more time with him, whether or not they had sex again. Although based on what he’d just shown her about her body, she couldn’t wait to try other things with him.

When the cloth cooled a little he cleaned her gently then took the cloth back to the bathroom. Marisol braced herself for the moment when he got dressed and said something to try and make it less awkward before he left.

But it didn’t happen. He came out of the bathroom and slid beside her into the bed, tugging her into the solid wall of his naked body. She rolled into him, hummed in enjoyment as she cuddled close, her cheek resting in the crook of his shoulder. Her eyes drifted closed.