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‘That’s right.’ Right now, his rock-hard dick is the only part of Ethan unafraid to state its agenda. Slowly, as if he’s a skittish horse, I slide in more closely against him so our bodies are flush, my palm trapped between us. ‘I can lie here and psychoanalyse us until the cows come home if you want, babe. You know me. But I’d rather show you. And I’d ratheryoushowmewhat you’re thinking, too. What do you say?’
‘Show you? How?’ In spite of himself, his fingers flex on my waist.
With difficulty, I roll us so I’m on my back, his weight on top of me. ‘Like this.’
CHAPTER 38
Ethan
‘Feel me,’ she tells me. ‘I want you to see what effect you have on me when we’re together. And I don’t just mean sexually. Just… touch me. Explore my body.Enjoy me.’
I’m not entirely sure what her endgame is here, but then I’m not entirely sure what my endgame was when I asked her that stupid question. That said, if she wants to stop talking about this shit and start enjoying the hell out of each other’s bodies instead, then I have no problem with that.
I lift my weight off her, getting to my knees so I’m crouching over her. She’s right. I need to see with my own eyes what effect I have on her. When my call ended, I found myself sitting on the terrace and spiralling, wondering if Sophia was going through the motions every time she let me fuck her. While my instincts—and ego—said not, some part of me that sounded pretty bloody loud begged to differ.
She’s breathtaking against the white sheets, her long, dark hair splayed around her. Her tan has built over the past few days, her naturally olive skin growing darker. Her nipples are already hard through that dratted bikini. It’s impossible not to be hard around Soph, especially like this, but like she said, the physical attraction between us is irrefutable. I owe it to her toshow her how entranced I am by her before I go to ram my dick inside her.
Instead, I reach up and gently, slowly, rake my fingertips through her mass of hair. It’s so soft, so silky. She stares up at me, eyes molten, pink mouth pursed in anticipation.
‘When I first saw you,’ I tell her as I stroke her hair, ‘my very first thought was that you looked like perfection. And my second was that you couldn’t possibly be that good up close.’
She presses her lips together in a pleased little smile and places her hand back against my heart, where it feels so good and right and true.
‘You were, obviously.’ I pause to brush some strands of hair off her shoulder, focusing on the gold starfish attached to her bikini strap. ‘But what I failed to appreciate at the time was that your looks aren’t even the best part of you.’
My eyes flick back up to hers in time to catch the flash of shock on her face.
‘And that’s what makes me feel inordinately lucky to have you here with me.’ I clear my throat. ‘In any capacity.’
Her fingers flex against my heart. ‘That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I feel the same. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, honestly.’ And when I look into her beautiful brown eyes, it is indeed only honesty that I see there.
She said this thing between us wasspecial.
She asked me toshowher just how special.
So I do.
I dip my head, and I seal my mouth over hers. My kiss is slow enough that I can savour every moment, every sensation. The soft pressure of kissing those pillowy lips. The tiny hum of approval she makes as I do. The slick glide of my tongue against hers as she opens easily for me, and the silken wet as I explore her mouth. I let a hand trail down over her breast, grazing over the triangle of fabric and taut nipple between it, but I don’t stop.Instead, I make it my business to roam my hand over her skin, so warm and soft, using my fingertips to map her.
It proves such a pleasurable experience that I break our kiss, enjoying the frustrated little whimper she makes as I do, and make my way down her body.
For me, sex is one of two extremes, even with Soph: a quick, perfunctory means to an end, that end being release and blessed oblivion, or a prostrated affair where I edge myself or my partner or both in an effort to show everyone involved who’s boss. Philip would have a lot to say about that part, but I have no interest in thinking about Philip while Soph’s glorious body rises and falls beneath me.
Right now, I want neither of those things. I merely want to see where this interlude takes us. I want to simplyexist, for a moment, in this airy room, with the gentle humming of the ceiling fan, and Sophia undulating beneath me. I want to cast off every last exhausting burden I seem to carry every fucking day, and I want to just be.
I want to get lost in her. In this.
So I do.
I crouch between her legs and kiss my way down the valley of her chest, between her breasts, marvelling at the satin that is her skin. Her stomach, as I stroke and kiss it, is even softer, the area around her navel achingly so. I rub my cheek over it, my hand brushing over her waist, and she sighs indulgently, her fingers working through my hair.
I’ve known since I hired Soph that, if I was ever going to allow myself to indulge, she would be the ultimate decadent playground. Her body is a carnal Disneyland, lush and rich and abundant. As I continue to make my way down it, hooking my arm around one thigh and gluing my nose to her fabric-covered cunt so I can inhale sharply, she lets out a shuddery moan.Arousal is pumping off her, and the scent of it is like nothing else.
But she’s more than just a cunt, no matter how honeyed, how musky, how ready, and so I continue my languorous journey, kissing one inner thigh and then the other before I slide my hand down one satiny leg before cuffing her ankle and licking her instep.
She huffs her impatience. ‘Ethan.’
‘What?’ I peer up, smiling at the naked frustration on her face. ‘You told me to enjoy you. That’s what I’m doing. Just roll with it.’
