Page 160 of Wicked Fantasies

“You’re on. Sit up.”

She forced her muscles to obey, perfectly aware she’d never felt so pleasantly relaxed in her life. Ethan perched himself on the end of the bed, donned a condom and beckoned her over. “Milk and Water Embrace.”

She moved faster at his words. She’d picked the sitting position originally because it meant Ethan would be behind her and less likely to see things she didn’t want him to see.

“Sit on my lap. Face the mirror.”

Well, hell. So much for that plan.

Damn man had put himself directly across from her dressing table, which pretty much gave him the best—or worst—seat in the house. He’d be able to see every nook and cranny. Of course, he’d already seen it all and hadn’t run from the room screaming, so maybe this would be okay too. The position certainly had other definite, too-hot-for-words merits.

She lowered herself onto his lap. She’d expected him to move in for the kill immediately, but this one short evening with the man should have proven he never did what she thought he would. He pulled his erection toward his stomach when she made a move to guide it into her body.

“Not yet,” he mumbled. “Just sit on my lap and spread your legs apart.”

She glanced ahead and saw her body—allof her body.

“Better than watching a porno,” he said, studying her face reflected in the mirror. “Way better.”

She grinned and shrugged. “I’ve never seen one of those the whole way through. The one I saw was a bit icky.”

He laughed. “They’re probably all ‘icky’ when it comes right down to it. This won’t be though,” he said. “God, I’m going to love watching you come this way.”

She sat down. She never seemed to win in their small physical skirmishes. His hands pulled her legs open as he put her knees over his to hold them in place. She kept her head lowered for a moment, not quite willing to look up and see the damage.

“Damn, you have no idea how hot that looks,” he whispered into her ear.

She decided to take his word for it, keeping her eyes averted, choosing instead to watch the action through her limited vision rather than through the hi-def reflection offered by the mirror. The live action was overwhelming enough. His hands drifted along the inside of her thighs and she inhaled sharply when they paused just before touching her clit.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“You really have to ask?”

“I like when you talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want. Say all the naughty words.”

Her mind whirled over all the things she’d really like to say to him, but she wasn’t sure she’d have the nerve. Saying things in the heat of passion was a hell of a lot easier than throwing them out as foreplay. It seemed more forgivable if she was out of her head. Right now, she was far too cognizant and aware.

“We’ve got all night,” he said softly.

Maybehedid, but her body was already well on its way to Hornier-than-Hell City.

“Touch me,” she whispered when his hands continued to rest on her upper thighs.

“I am.”

Bastard.

He clearly intended to make her work for this.

“Touch my clit,” she said, not needing to look up to see that she was blushing furiously.

He rubbed her clit lightly.

“Harder,” she added. “Pinch it.”

He obeyed as she started squirming again. Man had her dangling like a worm on a hook every damn second.

“Oh yeah, just like that. Put a finger inside me. No, two…two fingers.” She couldn’t believe she was actually saying these things.

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