Resist Me (Change Me Book One - standalone): McCoy Raven Boys (29 page)

I closed my eyes and let the water caress my body. It felt amazing, and I realized that I didn’t have a proper shower for way too long. With my good arm raised over my head, I moved my fingers through my hair, making sure all the conditioner was rinsed off. The shower rings made an unexpected sliding sound. I opened my eyes and came face to face with Ethan. A flash of renewed heat ran through my veins, deliciously swirling deep inside my core.
 

“I should’ve asked if you needed help.” He nodded toward my injured arm. “But I see you’re managing quite well.” He gave me that gorgeous smile that made his eyes twinkle.
 

“I can’t reach my back. Do you mind?” I offered the bar of soap to him and turned around, holding my hair up.
 

Ethan inhaled sharply and lathered my back. He massaged the soap over my skin, and it took a lot for me not to turn around and tear his clothes off. He ran his hand down my spine, all the way along the crease between my buttocks. He didn’t end there, but continued his sweet assault until his soapy fingers slid between my legs and gently glided over the most sensitive spot of my body. I bit my lower lip, and my eyes rolled up in a shameless pleasure. By now two of his slim fingers were inside me, pushing deep.
 

Without stopping, he lathered my stomach in small, sensual circles. From there, his hand found its way to my breasts. He dropped the soap. It landed with a thud on the bottom of the tub. His left hand continued the exploration of my pussy, while his right hand closed over my breast, fingers pinching and pulling on the already-elongated and hardened nipple. He pressed me to him, sucking on my earlobe and tormenting me with his tongue.
 

I moaned his name, and he panted in response. Two fingers kept dipping inside me. They slid out and went back in once more. I was so aroused I didn’t care about anything but Ethan, his tantalizing hands, and his lips on my neck. I realized his hair and clothes were soaking wet, but that only excited me more.
 

I turned around and faced him, draping my good arm around his waist. He leaned down until his lips were almost on mine and said, “I wanted to do this for so long, baby. I dreamed of you, thought about you, wanted you every moment of day and night since I laid my eyes on you for the first time. What are you doing to me?” His fingers went back to my clit to deliver more of his sweet torment.
 

“What are
you
doing to
me
? I’m at your mercy,” I gasped. I kissed him. He opened his mouth just a bit, and his tongue flicked up and down my lips. That was just too much to take. My head dropped back, and I groaned in pure, primal pleasure.
 

“I want you. I will have you, and you will love it,” he whispered.
 

“Yes.” I managed to breathe out. “I’m loving it already.”

“
This
? This is just a simple foreplay. I have so much more I want us to do.”

My mind halted, and all my senses exploded at that declaration. I spiraled into the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It was delicious, long, and wild. Ethan was smiling. Water ran down his face, shining on his long, dark lashes, until he blinked it away. He was so wet and so warm. I wanted to wrap myself around him.
 

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, my knees buckled, and he caught me. I was momentarily spent, but not completely done. No, I was just beginning.
 

Ethan turned the water off and enfolded me in a large, fluffy towel. He picked me up and sat me in his lap. “We need to take care of your arm now.” Slowly, he peeled off the soaking-wet dressing, gently patted dry the skin around the wound, and applied the clean dressing, securing it with a medical tape. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“No, not too bad.” It hurt, but I could manage.
 

He looked at his watch. It was wet, but apparently waterproof. “I’ll give you the next painkiller in three hours.”

“Okay, doc.” I grinned.
 

Ethan rolled his eyes and stood up. He carried me to bed, kissing and running just the tip of his tongue between my lips. I tried to deepen the kiss, but each time he pulled away. That frustrated me and made me want him more. So much more. The desire built up inside me, and by the time he put me down on top of the covers, I was breathing hard and ready for round two.
 

He must’ve realized that because he said, “So hungry, so deliciously wet for me.” He opened the towel, and his face registered something like awe. “God, Lisbeth. You’re so perfect.”

I blushed, unsure of what to say to this. I didn’t know how not to sound overmodest or overconfident. I didn’t feel confident for sure. My body used to look so much better before I lost all that weight. My normal softness and the curves were replaced with the ugly, sharp angles. How could he really think that the skeletal me was perfect?
 

“I’m not. I’m too skinny now.” I hid my face in the pillow.
 

“Would
almost
perfect sound better?” He laughed.
 

“Do you like skinny women?” I taunted.
 

“No, I like
real
women, with curves—
big
curves.” The twinkle in his eyes was back.
 

“Then what’s so perfect about me? I’m too skinny now,” I argued.
 

“Now—maybe. But I can clearly see that your body is amazing.” Ethan hovered over me, with his arms on each side of me, dripping water on my skin and the covers. His muscles bunched under his wet t-shirt. “Don’t worry. I will fatten you up.” He grinned. “You’ll eat lots and lots of bacon and ice cream.”

I swatted him on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed me. I opened my mouth to let his tongue skillfully slip in. I already knew Ethan could kiss like no other, but now, lying in bed under him, naked, and already granted one powerful orgasm, I experienced that kiss on some completely new to me level. He licked deep inside my mouth, swallowing my moans.
 

He withdrew from the kiss, gently biting my lower lip and then moving lower—onto my breasts. His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking and licking, biting, and pulling. The array of sensations I experienced from this couldn’t possibly compare to anything I’ve ever known. My body responded to everything he did; to every touch, every breath, and every word.
 

He sucked on my nipple, tugging on it with his lips, and then letting go off it, flicking it with his tongue. My hand went to my other breast, but he quickly intercepted it. “It’s my job. Yours is to experience the pleasure and wait for my permission to touch yourself,” Ethan playfully scolded me.
 

But then, he moved to the other breast, while spreading my legs wide apart with his knee. I happily obliged, tilting my head back and closing my eyes.
 

“I like when you do that,” Ethan said.
 

“Do what?” My voice sounded strange to my own ears: strained and shaky.
 

“When you angle your head back like this and lick your lips. It arouses me.”

I moaned in response. He gently moved my hand to between my legs. The sweet pressure was too much to withstand much longer. I needed a release.

Ethan murmured in appreciation and sat back on his heels, watching. The top button of his Levi’s jeans was undone. The bulge in the front was unmistakable. He was hard as a rock. I pleasured myself, wishing these were Ethan’s fingers, not mine. I felt wanted; actually wanted. I didn’t feel like a burden anymore.
 

I became to pant, feeling the orgasm building inside fast. I bit my lip. When I started to pulse my hips up and down, Ethan sharply inhaled. “That’s enough,” he barked and seized both of my hands, pushing them to the sides. His fingers wrapped tightly around my wrists, holding me hostage. He bent over my pussy and licked from the bottom all the way past my clit. I cried out. He licked again, increasing the pressure and watching my face. And again. “I want you to come like this. I won’t go any deeper. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Could I? God, of course! I was dancing on a brink of ecstasy, desperate for release.
 

“Can you? he insisted.

“Yes. Yes!” I cried again when his tongue impatiently lashed at my cleft. My hips shot up and down and up again. “Please, Ethan. Please. I want to come so badly.”

He smiled against my needy opening and licked once more, slow and sensual. But this time he sucked on my clit and made his tongue vibrate over it. That was all I could take. I cried into the pillow, muffling the guttural sound of my release. I kept coming, and he kept torturing me with his highly adept tongue, his strong hands caging my hips in.

As soon as I screamed, arching my back, he drove his tongue deep into me, sucking and tasting, devouring me with his mouth. The sensation was devastatingly good. He made me lose it with doing so little. I knew I was for a ride of my life when he unleashed his entire sexual arsenal on me. That excited and scared me at the same time. I wasn’t experienced. He would probably find me dull and uninspiring.

But before I could worry about that any further, he hovered over me, his hooded eyes boring into mine, a tiny smile dancing on his lips. “I’m gonna get out of these wet clothes and jump in the shower. Take a nap. You’ll need it.”
 

What? I will
need
it? That promise terrified me, but also made me squirm in need.
 

Without looking at me, Ethan slid off the bed and, unhurriedly walked toward the bathroom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He pulled his shirt up and impatiently tossed it onto the floor. I was fascinated with the bulk of strong muscles moving under his taut skin. His back was wide and it tapered down to a small waist and, still-clad in tight jeans, firm butt.
 

He disappeared into the bathroom, and soon I heard the water running. I drifted off into an easy sleep, not because he told me so, but because my body knew he was right.

Chapter Thirty

ETHAN
 

I stood in the shower, letting the water calm me down. Knowing that Lisbeth was naked in bed, waiting for me did nothing to my forbearance. I felt confused. What was happening here? No matter how horny I was, I always dictated the pace; I always stayed in control. Going on or pausing was my choice. But with her, it was way too hard to control myself. It took all my willpower to tear myself off her.

I was angry with myself. Discipline was a big deal for me. There was no place for a slip-off. But she was so irresistible, so different from anyone else. I wanted her not just for her body. I wanted her mind; I yearned to make her all mine.
 

My raging erection didn’t go away; didn’t even loosen up a notch. My shaft stood straight up, urging me to go to her, to possess her, to make her submit completely. I would enjoy that task, even if it was to take a long time. I actually
wanted
it to take longer than it ever did with any other woman. I
wanted
to have all the time with her and no limits.
 

She would be mine, all mine. I would be hers… and
that
was the new feeling for me. I should’ve freaked out at that strange craving. But it actually made me breathe deeply and relax; it made me smile. Everything could wait now. I would take it slow with her. I would ease her into my world and teach her to appreciate and thirst all that made me who I was. Could I do that? Could I possibly
change
my ways and stay—actually
stay
—with one woman? Not with any
woman, but with Lisbeth… I was definitely willing to try.

I turned off the water and slid the shower curtain to the side. The sound it made reminded me of Lisbeth, standing in the tub less than an hour earlier, surrendered to me, accepting the pleasure I fed to her. Hot wave of desire urged me to hurriedly dry myself off and wrap the towel around my hips. I was hard like a rock and all I wanted right now was to bury myself inside her.

I entered the bedroom. Lying on her stomach, Lisbeth was asleep under the covers. Her arms were wrapped around the pillow, her dark hair fanned behind her head. She looked so peaceful, so different from the tense woman I met just days earlier. There was so much to learn about her; so many wonderful, curious things still to discover.
 

I stood by the bed, watching her. I longed to touch her hair, to kiss her lips, to hold her. But that would wake her up. Even though I was achingly aroused, I decided to wait. I walked to the other side of the bed and carefully got under the covers. The sleep came the moment I closed my eyes.
 

The morning sun woke me up. Lisbeth was awake. Facing me, propped on her elbow, she watched me. Gentle smile lightened her face.
 

“Good morning.” I smiled back and traced my fingers over her cheek.
 

“Good morning,” she said, leaning into my touch. “I guess, I slept the whole night. And no nightmares. Wow. I forgot how the good night sleep feels like.”

“You did sleep the entire night. And so did I. How are you doing?”

“Great. You?” Her eyes danced over my face.
 

I pulled her on top of me and pressed her down to my growing erection. “You tell me.”

She closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip. And then she started moving gently against me. That did it. I rolled on top of her and slid one arm under her back. Wrapping her hair at her nape around my fingers, I held her exactly where I wanted her. My other hand went beneath the covers and slipped under her thigh. I lifted her leg up, pulling it up and over me. That gave me an unobstructed access to her waiting in anticipation pussy.