Page 155 of Wicked Fantasies

The words played in her mind like the chorus of her favorite song as his hands left her face to cup her breasts. Why she expected him to be gentle now after the intensity of his kisses, she didn’t know, but when he roughly palmed her sensitive flesh, pinching her nipples through her dress, she had to break again for air.

“God, need…air,” she muttered as he growled, unhappy at being denied her lips. His freshly shaven face rubbed against her cheek as he descended on her neck. Damn, she loved having her neck kissed. The sensation sent a tingling feeling clear down to her toes. His hands tightened on her breasts as he covered her skin with hot, wet kisses. “Oh yeah. Right there. More,” she demanded, reaching up to run her hands through his soft, dark hair, wrapping her leg around his to pull him even closer.

Ethan pulled back at her words and she hissed.

“My fierce little kitten,” he said, attempting to take a step away from her. She followed his retreat and he gave her a husky laugh that sent her hackles up, harsh words rising to her throat. He stopped her tirade with a finger against her lips. “Hush, Doc. If we don’t stop now, I’ll take you against that door.”

She shrugged. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said, yanking him close again.

“Notmyplan,” he said, untangling her fingers from his shirt and taking her hands into his. He pulled her toward the couch before seemingly changing his mind. “Where’re the list and the book?”

“Bedroom,” she admitted, foolishly thinking if she’d kept them out of sight, she could dissuade him from his seduction plans with a calm, reasonable conversation in her living room. She’d convinced herself all day that he’d eventually come to his senses and jilt her. Barring that, she’d made a list of all the reasons why they shouldn’t embark on an affair.

As he tugged her quickly down the hallway to her bedroom, she scrambled to think of one of those damn reasons now.

Christ, she had a ton of them. What were they? Where the hell was her notebook?

Ah ha! The age difference.

“I’m way too old for you,” she blurted out as they crossed the threshold into her bedroom. Mercifully, she knew how lame her willpower was and she’d changed the sheets and hidden the pile of discarded undies.

“Says who?” he asked, turning to pull the straps of her dress over her shoulders.

“Says me,” she replied, swatting away his nimble fingers.

Undeterred by her pitiful attempts at evasion, he pulled the dress down to her waist while continuing to dodge her hands. When she realized she was practically naked from the waist up, she stood speechless for a moment as he gripped her waist and stared at her with a too-satisfied look on his face.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well what?”

“You know it’s not too late to change your mind. I could always find another guy to ‘do this thing’ with me,” she said, mimicking his words from the front porch.

He scoffed at her words, an honest-to-God scoff. “You try to find another younger guy and I’ll be forced to beat the poor bastard to a pulp. This challenge is all mine.”

She had to grin at his comment. It was so typically Ethan. Throughout his PT sessions, they’d had so many heart-to-heart discussions on such a wide variety of topics, she couldn’t begin to remember a time when she hadn’t felt as if she knew everything about him. He was open, honest and competitive as hell. Of course he would view this challenge as a game he wanted to play to win.

He reached out to tweak one of her nipples and she gasped, thrilled by the look of lust in his gaze.

“So you don’t think I’m too old for you?” she asked again, foolishly needing his reassurance.

“I think you’re hot as hell and I can’t wait to fuck your brains out.”

His words, so typically young and crude, caught her off-guard and she laughed. “Somehow I think I sort of proved a point on that one, but I’m not sure how.”

“Give me your list and take off that dress. I want to see if your panties are as sexy as that bra.” His face, his words, were too intent, too serious. She licked her lips, though not from nervousness but excitement. She’d worried about her body turning him off all day, but he genuinely seemed to like what he saw. She retrieved herKama Sutralist, handing it to him before tackling the zipper on the side of the dress.

She studied his face as she shimmied out of the tight sheath. He didn’t look up, but instead read each position she’d listed on the page. She wished she could see his eyes, see what he thought of her choices.

“Did you list these in any particular order?” he asked.

“No,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from tackling him to the floor and having her wicked way with him. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” Her need must have sounded in her voice because he glanced up.

“Damn. I knew it,” he murmured.

“Knew what?”

“Knew I’d never be able to escape the image of you standing there, just like that. You are so sexy, Rachel.”

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