Page 68 of Sliding Into Love
“Hmm.”
“Eyes up here, Ethan.”
He reluctantly dragged his gaze up again, his full lips forming a pout.
“What were you saying?”
“I can’t reach your hair, you fucking redwood.”
He grinned at her, then slowly lowered to his knees so he was kneeling on the bathtub floor before her. Now his face was perfectly even with her breasts; if she breathed deeply, his face would go right between them.
“How ‘bout now?” His voice reverberated through her, sending heat shooting through her belly. Lower.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s good.”
Maybe Ivy took longer than necessary to work the shampoo into a lather between her palms, but she was too distracted by the dark gleam in Ethan’s eyes. After a moment, she remembered what she was supposed to do and pushed the frothy mess into Ethan’s hair. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, placing his forehead between her breasts, groaning as her nails scraped his scalp. The sound echoed through her, feeding the flickering desire building in her bones. His hands wrapped around her ankles and slowly traveled up the backs of her legs, tracing light circles over the sensitive skin behind her knees. As she scrubbed his long hair, his hands traveled higher, pressing into her thighs and eventually kneading into the roundness of her backside. They groaned at the same time, and he leaned his head back to look at her then pressed a kiss to her breastbone. Could he hear her heartbeat, so close to it?
When Ivy turned to detach the shower head, Ethan’s hands rose higher, his thumbs stroking over the curve of her waist. Ivy pushed his head back with one hand, rinsing out the shampoo with the other, scrubbing until the foam disappeared. His eyes were closed, and the rumbling in his chest told her how much he had enjoyed her help. It was new, that feeling of being bewitched by pure sensation, so attuned to his every movement. Turning back to hang the shower head, Ivy felt Ethan’s tongue flick out to trace a stripe across the underside of her breast, and she stifled a moan. He smirked but didn’t do it again. Instead, he found his shower gel and squeezed some into his palm before rubbing his hands over her shoulders and down over her breasts and stomach. His slow strokes stoked the fire in her belly, and she had to remind herself he was injured, and theycouldn’t have sex.
Yet every nerve ending Ivy possessed sang for him beneath his touch. Did he know how strongly he affected her?
If he didn’t touch her where she needed him soon, Ivy thought she might expire on the spot.
His hands drew a light path over her stomach and down her legs, then back up her calves and the backs of her thighs to her rear. He was tall enough to wrap his arms around her and scrub the soap up to her shoulders and upper back one-handed, so he didn’t stretch his side. When he finished and Ivy was about to beghim to either stop teasing her or to fuckingtouchher already, Ethan gently pushed her back under the spray of water until all traces of the soap were gone.
Every touch burned and teased andached, and when his fingers found the crease of her thighs, she shivered despite the scorching heat of the water. Gripping her hips, Ethan pulled Ivy back until their bodies were pressed together, with him still on his knees before her. The shape of his body through the steam burned into her brain, all haloed and cloudy, soft around the edges like an old photograph. With one hand, he traced his fingers over her belly to reach up and palm one breast while he pressed open-mouthed kisses to the underside of the other. His other hand drew lower to the juncture of her thighs before dipping between them at the same time he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
She gasped his name as Ethan’s mouth seared her skin, and Ivy nearly collapsed when a finger brushed gently over her clit before dipping lower to swirl over her entrance. His other hand and his mouth moved in the same rhythm, with his thumb and tongue flicking over her nipples before he pinched and sucked at the same time. Slow-burning ecstasy built, flickering in time with his fingers. His other hand painted slow, lazy circles over the swollen bundle of nerves at her apex before he slid a finger inside her. Gasping, Ivy’s inner muscles clenched around his finger as he curled itrightwhere she needed it. Her thighs began trembling.
Then Ethan’s hand and mouth stopped laving at her nipples as he sat back on his heels to look between her face and where his finger stroked inside her. So slowly, he removed his finger, and when he pushed it back into her, he added another, crooking his fingers justenough that her whole body trembled, and if he kept it up, she was going to—
“Don’t come, Ivy,” he said against her skin.
“What?” She groaned, grinding against his hand where his fingers remained inside her because it was too fucking good, but hestopped.
“Don’t come.” His free hand gripped her waist, squeezing to keep her from grinding, from searching for any source of friction.
“Why?” she pleaded.
“Because, Ivy,” and oh god, the way he growled her name was almost enough to send her over the edge even with his fingers stilled inside her, “when I make you come for the first time, you’re going to come on my tongue.”
Oh.
Oh.
And then he dipped his dark head forward to lick a stripe over her center as his fingers began pumping again. Ivy couldn’t control the sounds coming out of her mouth as she reached down and threaded her fingers into his wet hair. His tongue circled over her before he used his left hand to gently spread her, sucking her clit into his mouth, and swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud.
Stars erupted behind her closed lids, and Ivy lost track of what Ethan was doing with that sinful mouth. All she knew was how good it felt to have his mouth on her, his fingers inside her.
Ivy swore and moaned his name again. Her hips bucked, and her upper back pressed into the cold tile, but she didn’t notice becauseholy fuckit was so good. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until she almost collapsed to the floor with him. Gently, she tugged his hair to pull his attention away from where he was still sucking and laving at her over-sensitive clit.
Ethan rose slowly, kissing his way up her body to finally land at her lips, melding their bodies together. With a sigh, Ivy opened her mouth at the glide of his tongue over her lips and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Ow!” Ethan yelled, and Ivy jerked herself back into the cold tile. “Come back, it’s okay,” he panted, eyes still dark and wild.
“Are you sure?” Ivy stayed away.
He grabbed her, pulling their bodies back together. His hard length pressed into her belly and without thinking, she slid one hand between them to wrap around him. His shudder was enough encouragement that she pumped her fist, slowly increasing pressure and speed. A growl left his lips in the form of her name. His hips jerked against her hand, and she watched in fascination, wishing he was rutting intoherinstead of her hand. But they’d have time for that when he wasn’t injured. When he pressed his face into the hollow of her neck and shoulder, Ivy pressed her face to his chest, and then he came on her belly after a few more powerful thrusts.
