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“Holy. Hell.” She panted.
“You’re amazing.” He whispered, brushing her hair off her neck.
With a sigh, Krista snuggled deeper into his embrace. “Is this what you meant when you told me you weren’t gentle?”
Ethan rolled them so that he was over her, his hands on either side of her head. “That WAS me being gentle.”
“Oh my.” She breathed, her eyes widening, yet her body was heating up all over again at the idea of more.
“You still want to do this Krista? After I just told that, do you still want to keep going?”
In answer, Krista reached up and cupped his face. “Yes. I want to do this Ethan and I want more.”
Ethan captured her lips aggressively as her arms wrapped tightly around him.
Chapter 7
Ethan smiled staring down at the beauty in his arms. Last night had been heaven for him. After their frenzied coupling in her front entry way, he had carried her upstairs and took her again, then a third time before they both passed out. She had been as insatiable as he had. Taking everything he gave and giving back just as good.
The morning light filtered through the sheer blue lace curtains that hung from the two floor to ceiling windows on either side of the California King bed. Her bedroom was large and so utterly Krista. Little feminine touches mixed in with the tomboy she was. Blues, greens, creams and splashes of pink and purple decorated the room he lay in, with Krista tucked into his side.
When he had seen her massive bed dozens of images painted his mind. The four poster would be perfect to restrain her with as he worshipped her body. Picturing her delicate wrists anchored to the bed posts while he feasted on her pussy had him hardening rapidly. Stifling a groan, he carefully slipped from the bed, tucking the sheets around her before walking out of the room.
At the foot of the stairs he found their clothes from the night before. Tugging on his boxers and black tactical pants, he walked barefoot and shirtless into the kitchen to start coffee and breakfast. As he worked, he replayed the night before. The touches, the words, the way they came together. When they had dated as teenagers he had been gentle with her. Caring, tender.
Last night he had been damned near unhinged. Of course, it seemed as if Krista had enjoyed it as much as he did. He smirked when he remembered how she tightened around him and cried in pleasure when he spanked that luscious ass when taking her from behind. The way she got slicker and tighter when he would tug at her nipples. A sound at the doorway interrupted his lustful thoughts and had him turning while reaching for his sidearm, but it wasn't there.
"Looking for this big boy?" Krista teased, holding his shoulder holster and wearing only his t-shirt.
"Damn you look fucking sexy like that?" He growled, looking her up and down.
Smiling, she slowly slipped on his holster and sauntered right up to him. When she reached him, he pulled her to him. Her hands slithering up his bare chest. "Good morning."
"Morning baby." Ethan leaned down kissing her slowly. Krista sighed and melted into him. "Mmm, you taste good."
Giggling, she swatted his chest before slipping from his arms to fix her a cup of coffee. He felt his dick roaring to life as she walked to the bar wearing his shirt and his gun. Could he ever remember seeing anything so fucking hot? Nope. Not a damned thing as sexy as that.
"So, what happens now?" Krista jumped right in while he began cracking eggs.
"Still the first to break the ice huh?" He chuckled.
"Yep." She shrugged sipping her coffee. "I'm serious though Ethan. What's the next move. Was last night just hot, sweaty, amazing sex? As you said last week, I'm a client too..."
"Kris..."
"No, let me finish. I'm not a kid. If last night was just sex, I can deal. I don't want you uncomfortable around me Ethan. I still care about you, hell you've always mattered to me, even before we dated. I just need to know what you're thinking so we can be on the same page."
