Page 43 of Mess With Me
She was caught, his big hand on the back of her neck, so close she could feel his breath. “Eth,” she whispered.
He closed the distance, his lips brushing over hers, once, twice, filling her with aching need, until he finally took possession.
She lost herself in the intense pleasure. His hand shifted, cupping her jaw, his other hand cupping her ass, pulling her up tight against him, pelvis to pelvis. She was so turned on she felt like she’d explode at the lightest touch. She wanted desperately to get skin on skin, the insistent throbbing between her legs spurring her on. She slid her hands under the back of his shirt, had barely gotten the tamest of back feels in when he broke the kiss, lifted her by the waist and set her away from him.
“I don’t understand,” she said in a breathy voice, woozy from the sudden loss of him.
“Timing,” he said tersely. “Go.”
She didn’t go. The temptation was too much. She got closer, rising up on tiptoe to whisper, “We can be late for the party.”
His hand came up, cradling her jaw, the roughness of his palm so different from the other men she’d dated. His voice was gruff, an edge to it that excited her. “When I finally get you naked, I’m going to need all night.” His thumb swept across her bottom lip. “Understand?”
She was a puddle of lust. Not a single brain cell firing. She nodded, beyond speech.
He smirked and dropped his hand, stepping away from her to stand in front of the TV.
She was halfway between elation and frustration when she headed to the shower.
The moment she stepped into the living room, hair dry, wearing a light pink V-neck sweater and jeans, Ethan barked, “Let’s go,” and went to the front door, holding it open for her.
She snagged her purse and headed for the door, a little surprised at his turn from hot and hungry to terse. “Why’re you so cranky all of a sudden?”
“You have no idea how tempting you are.”
She flushed with warmth at the compliment. “Thank you.” She beamed, a little giddy that she had just as much an effect on him as he did her. She could forgive crankiness brought on by overwhelming lust for her.
He grunted. “Only reason I’m showering is because you said I smelled like an aquarium.”
She followed him outside, locked up, and turned to him. “Don’t I smell so much better now?”
He headed for the stairs. “No comment.”
She kept up, a cheerful lightness in her step. “You can comment. I do, right? See, this was a good idea.”
He moved incredibly fast down the stairs. “This was a terrible idea.”
Luckily she was wearing her sneakers and hurried down with him. “But I smelled like dead eels before.”
“Dead eel grass. Not dead eels.”
“And now I smell like shampoo.”
She waited for him to notice how nice the honeysuckle shampoo was, but he remained quiet the rest of the way down.
Ethan stopped at his Jeep and opened the door for her. “You smell like sexy woman no matter what.”
She blinked, her stomach doing a delicious flip. Before she could attempt to return the compliment, he did smell like sexy Ethan under the lake smell, he shut her door and went around the other side.
As soon as he got in, she said, “You too.”
He started the ignition. “Too late. Getting a shower.”
She stifled a laugh.
“This’ll take a lot less time than yours did.”
“Clearly you’re not used to waiting on a woman.”
