Page 156 of Wicked Fantasies

“You think so?” she asked, turning slowly in a circle, grinning seductively when his gaze darkened.

“Take off the underwear and lie on your back.”

His deep voice was demanding and she suddenly understood why he was such a good police officer. Criminals must fall in line under his commanding presence. Before she could think of another item on her list of reasons to refuse him, she unhooked her bra and shed her panties.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, immediately rolling her eyes at the inane question. They were in her bedroom with a list ofKama Sutrapositions. What the hell did shethinkthey were going to do?

“I thought we’d split the bamboo first,” he replied easily. She shivered as she recalled the picture of that position. She’d chosen it because it was a fairly easy one to perform and didn’t require her to be Nadia Fucking Comaneci. Splitting the Bamboo was actually one of the least risqué of her choices. She simply needed to lie on her back while Ethan took her missionary style. The bamboo splitting was achieved when she lifted one leg straight up over Ethan’s shoulder.

She wondered why he’d chosen that one at all. Then she stopped wondering and instead felt grateful for his thoughtfulness. Some of her other choices had taken every bit of her nerve just to write on the list. By starting simply, perhaps it would make it easier to work their way up to the much more challenging positions. Splitting the Bamboo would be an easy one for them to get to know each other.

He didn’t move until she was in the proper place, then he stepped to the side of the bed. While she watched, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Each inch of bare skin revealed left her squirming and needy. He watched her movements with a pleased grin as he dropped the soft cotton to the floor.

His hands drifted down his stomach to the fastening of his jeans. As he worked at releasing the erection she could see clearly confined there, she gripped the sheets in her fists, fighting her body’s overwhelming reaction to his sexy striptease.

“Hurry up,” she whispered, not hesitating to issue a few demands of her own.

He shook his head and stopped undressing. “Are you wet?”

Heat crept to her face at his question. Her ex-husband’s idea of dirty talk was wanting to know if she’d showered before coming to bed.

“Don’t,” he said, leaning over her, his hands on either side of her head. Though he covered her completely, no part of his body brushed against hers—more’s the pity.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t think. Not tonight. Give that lovely brain of yours the night off. Tonight is about the pleasures of flesh.”

She nodded her agreement. “Pleasure sounds cool,” she said, forcing a lightness into her voice that simply wasn’t there. Every word, every move he made sunk her deeper into the well of need and desire.

He rose and repeated his question. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Show me.” Her eyes must have betrayed her confusion as he clarified, “Open your legs and touch yourself. Let me see all that hot juice you’ve made just for me.”

She spread her legs apart, slowly dragging her hands along her chest, toying briefly with her breasts and reveling in making Ethan do a bit of squirming as well. As her fingers made their way along her body, he resumed his undressing and she detected a definite increase in the speed with which he moved.

This is fun.

When her hands reached the hair covering her pussy, he pushed his pants down.

Officer Russell went commando.

He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows, reminding her of her task. She dragged her hand along her slit, her fingers quickly covered with the glistening proof of her arousal.

He took his cock in his hand and she physically fought back a gasp at the sexy sight of him touching himself so intimately.

Clearly not all men were created equal and for a moment, she wondered if Ethan hadn’t gotten her ex-husband’s share of the booty as well. She chuckled to herself at the irony of that thought then quickly dismissed Alex from her mind as she watched Ethan pull his hand along his rock-hard, thick, long, unbelievably inviting cock.

“Wow,” she muttered and Ethan grinned.

“You act as if you’ve never seen a dick before,” he said lightly.

“Only one and it wasn’t even half as big as—” She stopped talking and glanced up. Ethan’s hand had stopped moving against his flesh and she wanted him to start again.

“Only one?”

She shrugged. “Um, yes?” she asked, not sure what it was about her confession that bothered him.

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