Page 76 of Not Fooling Anyone

He pulls away, his breaths harsh. “This was supposed to be for you,” he says.

“It is. Take off your shirt.”

I nearly clap my hand over my mouth, unable to believe I just said that, but he apparently likes my response, his gaze flaring with desire as he leans back to whip it off, that hard body on display for me.

I can’t help staring at him, studying each dip and curve of his torso, following his happy trail down further until it disappears beneath his jeans, a suspiciously large bulge there.

My gaze snaps up to meet his, my cheeks warming. Of course he’d catch me looking.

“Anything else you want me to take off?” he asks with a smirk.

I should make him strip naked for that comment, but knowing him, he’d happily oblige.

And I don’t think I could handle a naked Ethan right now.

I shake my head, afraid to open my mouth again.

“You ready?”

“For what?” I whisper. I still don’t know what to expect. This is brand new territory for me.

His gaze travels over my body, a loving caress I never thought I’d welcome like this. “To feel good.”

“What will you do?”

He leans over me, whispering in my ear, “Lick your pussy.”

My thighs clench as arousal rushes through me, filling me limb from limb. Coming from anyone else, I’d laugh at such a statement, at his confident tone, at the idea that I’d let a guy so close.

But this is no laughing matter. He’s actually going to do it.

“I’ve never—” I cut myself off, unsure how much to say.

“No one’s ever gone down on you before?” he asks easily, his lips whispering over the shell of my ear, goosebumps running rampant down my neck.

“No.”

He moves a hand to my hip, palm flat as it travels over my skirt to my upper thigh, resting there. “You ever don’t like what I’m doing, you tell me, okay? You’re in control.”

His calm words ease me somewhat, until that hand drifts under my skirt, my breath catching as it moves higher and higher, heartbeat echoing loudly in my ears. His thumb passes over my panties, barely there, and my hips lift, seeking contact.

I push them back down, hating how desperate I seem. My body’s on sensory overload, though, craving what it’s never had.

He does it again, featherlight, getting me used to it before he deepens the pressure, lifting my skirt to reveal his actions, the sight of it unbearably erotic as he strokes me over the fabric.

I bite my lip to contain my moan as he slips beneath my panties, his middle finger pushing in easily with how wet I am.

“Christ, you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, my face heating once again.

He kisses me once before traveling down my body, settling in at the end of the bed and removing my shoes first, and then my panties, dragging them down my thighs, leaving me bare, spread open for him.

He takes a moment to study me, lust and appreciation in his gaze, before bending down and pressing a gentle kiss to my pussy.

I buck, a bolt of pleasure chasing up my spine as he does it again, resting a palm on my lower abdomen, keeping me in place.

“You like that?”

I nod, squeezing my eyes shut, still not sure this isn’t all some crazy dream. Ethan isn’t actually kissing me down there right now. There’s no way we went from me telling him I’m not interested to this in under a month.

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