Page 55 of Resisting Desire

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he slams his mouth down on mine. I grip his arms, feeling the solid muscle as he grabs my hips and pushes my body to his. I open my mouth to his demanding lips, his tongue warm against mine. The commanding thrust of his tongue against mine has me yearning for more of him.

He runs his hands from my hips to my breasts and rubs his thumbs against the sensitive peaks. He massages, nudges, teases.

He reaches around and unzips the bodice of my dress. I feel him doing it, and I don’t stop him. I don’t want him to stop. Ever. The cold hits my naked breasts in a delicious burst of air as he peels my dress down. I grab the back of his head and push him down onto my aching nipples. He cups my breasts as he slowly, tantalizingly, takes one nipple into his mouth. He licks, sucks, nips, then begins slowly trailing kisses up my neck to my ear and back to my mouth.

I am frantically trying to unbutton his shirt, but my fingers aren’t working. My frustration with the buttons is causing me to be more clumsy than usual. I finally get one free, then a second, then a third. That’s enough to run my hands on his warm, hard chest. I feel his muscles contract as I rub my hands on him not-so-gently.

I’m so hot, melting in his embrace.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to do this,” Ethan murmurs into my hair, his hard body pulsing against mine.

“Me, too. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

“If we weren’t in the middle of a party, I’d already have you naked and under me.” He takes my lips again, thrusting his tongue deep inside as he cups my ass and brings me hard against him. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

Oh, how I want him, but I can’t seem to form a coherent word, so I just nod.

I’m on the verge of begging him to lift up my dress. I don’t care where we are. I want him as badly as he wants me.

My hand sneaks between us, and I rub his hard cock in a smooth up-and-down motion. The fabric of his pants is an irritating barrier, and I want it gone. I reach up to the waistband of his pants. He makes no move to stop me as my fingers take control.

The quietness of the room is only disturbed by the sounds of our out-of-control panting.

And by the untimely and urgent knock that’s suddenly at the door.

“Sir? Sir, is everything okay in there? We heard a noise.”

Ethan groans against me, his forehead to mine. He’s still holding onto me tightly, trying to calm his breathing.

“Yes,” he says unsteadily. “Everything is just fine. Ms. Blakely just needed a minute away from the crowds. We’ll be right out.”

“Bodyguards,” Ethan whispers, catching my puzzled look.

“Yes, sir. We just wanted to be sure. Can you give me the code, please?”

“Red banana,” Ethan calls out.

“Thank you, sir. We’ll be waiting right out here.”

“I forgot about the guards,” I whisper, embarrassment filling me from the inside out. “They probably know what we were doing.”

I push Ethan back from me.

“They are paidnotto know what we are doing behind closed doors. Don’t worry about it,” he says. He runs a soothing finger down my cheek.

I turn roughly away from him. The mirror hanging on the wall shows a very disheveled dress, and my hair has come partially undone. “Oh my gosh, Ethan, my hair’s a mess. How am I going to fix this?”

“We’ll fix it. Don’t worry.” He comes up behind me and kisses the back of my neck as he slowly runs the zipper back up my dress. His arms go around me and wrap around my abdomen. “You know, I was about half a minute from having you naked on that couch over there. This is to be continued later.”

“We were about half a minute from doing something that we definitely shouldn’t be doing,” I retort unsteadily.

“Hmm. I disagree.”

I’m trying to fix my hair, and it doesn’t seem to be working. Several pieces have come down from my clip, and now they won’t stay where they belong. Meanwhile, Ethan is buttoning up his shirt, and it looks like he just stepped out of a freaking magazine.

“If you don’t help me, everyone is going to know what we were up to here.”

“Doesn’t bother me.”

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