Page 58 of Baited

She followed every move of his fingers with her eyes, yet his gaze burned into her. He traced lazy circles over her panties, then gripped the waistband and slid them down her legs. Her muscles tightened as his hand returned to her, his finger gently gliding over her folds.

“Easy, babe. I’m going to watch you come.”

Her eyes snapped to his and she clenched her knees together. “Ethan, no—”

“Shhh. Just relax.”

She shook her head, and opened her mouth to protest, but his fingers moved back into place. Her knees parted on theirown as he slipped the tip of his finger into her. Her eyes closed on a moan as he moved ever so gently over every delicate spot. Warmth covered her entire body as he spread her wetness.

He pressed one long, solid finger into her and her hips lifted from the bed, starving for more. His soft chuckle tormented her.

“That’s it, honey.”

Her fingernails curled into his bicep as he drew his finger out, and then pressed deep. Her pulse quickened and her breath came out erratically. He moved in a slow rhythm, matching the rock of her hips as she built higher and higher. His thumb touched her next, working softly over her clitoris until she shook.

A moan tore from her throat as she rode the desperate wave of ecstasy. As she came crashing down he moved on top of her, sliding into her with ease.

She gasped as he entered her and clung to him like a lifeline as he spread her legs farther and dove deeper. She swallowed on a cry, and clarity slowly swarmed her head.

“Ethan, wait,” she breathed.

He stopped to look down at her, his eyes dark with lust. “What’s the matter?”

“I want to go on top of you.”

He groaned low and deep, hooked his arm beneath her waist and rolled so she landed on top of him. A slow grin spread from his lips to his eyes. “Good idea, babe.”

She laughed and pushed herself upright, with him nestled deep inside her. He cursed as she lifted her hips and rocked over him. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and dropped it to the floor.

His hands covered her breasts, weighing them in his palms as she moved. Heat stained his cheekbones almost as dark as the stubble on his jaw. His mouth parted and his eyes grew heavy, half-closing. His thumbs circled her nipples, drawing them tight.Desire built within her with every caress from his hands and stroke of him inside her.

She dropped her head back and let pleasure fill her body with its delightful tingle. His hands dropped to grasp her hips, grinding her deep against him. Another wave of pleasure washed over her, drowning all of her thoughts. Her breath came out in a pant, matching the rhythm of his. She gripped his forearms, bracing for the storm as it took over her. Her own thrusts rivaled his, and deep carnal hunger ebbed through her as he filled her.

She cried out as her orgasm unleashed, its gentle pulsations ten times more intense than the first. She fell to his chest, wet and limp. Her heartbeat synced with his as his release came inside her. Her chest stuck to his, a small puddle of sweat clung between them. Her hair hung wildly over his chest. She brushed it away and slowly lifted her lids to search his face.

He grinned down at her. Her cheeks burned and she turned her face against his neck.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked against the rough bristles of his throat. His hand tangled in her hair and smoothed over her head.

“Because I like looking at you.”

Her eyes opened on his words. She chewed the inside of her cheek and her heart rate kicked up. She studied the solid line of his jaw and traced her finger along it. “I like looking at you too,” she whispered.

He shifted his head and slanted his gaze down at her. “Want to know what else I like?”

Her pulse beat sporadically against her throat. Her brain refused to form words, she held her breath, and waited for him to finish. His fingers flexed on her ass, his palm hot and firm on her lower back.

“This.” His voice was low and rough.

She pushed herself off his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him. Her hair hung over her shoulders to trail across his chest. Her fingers toyed with his pec muscle. He was so handsome. This close, she could see the dark navy-blue outline around his irises, inside was a startling blue, and soft yellow mingled with it. His facial hair was brown like the hair on his head but his five-o’clock shadow was several shades darker. His thumb lifted to drag next to the wound at her head. The gash hadn’t needed stitches, but a deep purple surrounded it.

“What’s ‘this’?”

“Being here, with you.”

Her heart sank down to her stomach and her gaze drifted away from his. She inhaled his musky scent coupled with the faint hint of their sweat and sex. Disappointment churned in her belly. He liked being in bed with her… shocker.

His laugh brought her gaze up.

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