Page 9 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

I was hyper aware of Ethan’s gaze on me, dark and intense.

“Chloe,” he murmured, his voice making my flesh tremble. “You’re doing an excellent job. But you don’t have to be so gentle. I can handle it.”

“Is that so?” I asked playfully, pressing the antiseptic-soaked cotton to one of his cuts. His sharp intake of breath told me that perhaps I overdid it a little.

“Alright, maybe not that rough,” he chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes. But still, he continued to watch me work, his intense gaze making it difficult for me to focus on anything other than the chemistry crackling between us.

“Thank you, Chloe,” Ethan said, reaching for my hands as I finished disinfecting the last cut. His fingers wrapped around mine, warm and strong, and his touch sent a jolt of electricity up my arm.

“Of course,” I replied, trying my best to sound nonchalant even though my heart was stuttering in my chest. “It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”

“You know, you’re making it very difficult for me to be a gentleman,” Ethan said, his voice a low rumble. I glanced up to find him watching me with a predatory look, desire burning in his eyes. “Perhaps I should return the favor, and inspect you for injuries.”

I tried to laugh it off, but my voice trembled with nerves. “I’m pretty sure I’m okay, but thanks for the offer.”

“Are you sure?” He leaned closer, his breath hot against my cheek as he softly whispered, “I wouldn’t want to miss anything.”

His words, suggestive and seductive, set my blood on fire. I faltered in my ministrations, heat flooding my cheeks. I didn’t know how to respond, but I most definitely knew one thing.

I wanted him.

Ethan’s hand came up to cup my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “Well?” he purred, and my resolve crumbled.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Ethan’s eyes gleamed. “Good girl.”

Before I knew it, Ethan captured my lips in a searing kiss, pulling me flush against his hard body. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting in his hair as I kissed him back with abandon. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing and kneading, lighting me on fire.

As we kissed passionately, my fingers dug into the hard planes of his chest, relishing the feel of the strength that lay beneath his skin. In turn, his hands caressed me with a tenderness that belied their power, squeezing and kneading, lighting me on fire.

Ethan reached over and turned on the faucet of the hot tub, filling it with warm water that soon saturated the air with steam. His hands worked their way down my body, kneading the soft flesh and eliciting a gasp from me as they cupped my breasts.

“Chloe,” he whispered between kisses, his voice ragged with desire. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

“I d—thank you,” I managed to reply, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

“Trust me,” he said, kissing my neck and shoulders before returning his gaze to mine. “I know what I’m talking about.”

Suddenly, Ethan’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me backwards into the bathtub, sending a tidal wave of water sloshing over the rim, our clothes soaked in an instant.

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “You made me all wet!”

Ethan’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned close, his lips brushing against mine. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. “No, I meant my clothes are wet now. How am I supposed to wear them?”

His deep, raspy chuckle vibrated against my back. “My apologies. I couldn’t resist.”

As I struggled to stand, his arm tightened around my waist, pinning me against his hard chest. His lips brushed the sensitive spot below my ear, making me tremble in his embrace.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he purred. “Starting with helping you out of those wet clothes.”

Ethan gently pushed me back so that I was sitting on the edge of the tub. He knelt before me as his fingers drifted to the buttons of my blouse, slowly popping each one open. His calloused fingertips grazed my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As the fabric fell away, he pressed gentle kisses to each newly exposed inch of skin.

“Chloe, you’re absolutely exquisite,” he breathed against my flesh, putting it on fire wherever his breath touched me.

By the time he reached the bottom button, my chest was heaving with each shallow breath. My blouse slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my elbows as he trailed kisses along my collarbone.

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