A Week in New York(19)
Fuck me. I was faced with her perfect ass wrapped in a black silk bow. I was speechless. Maybe it was my lack of reaction that caused her to spin around to see if I was watching. I watched the bow disappear as she revealed what looked like a normal pair of panties. My eyes met another black silk bow wrapping up her perfect tits.
Fuck.
Best. Gift. Ever.
“Your gift to me is your body?”
She nodded and blushed again as I stood in front of her.
“And I can do what I like with it?”
She nodded.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. All my Christmases just came at once.”
“Ethan,” she scolded.
“No fucking bullshit.” I bent down and threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom. “Let’s get you unwrapped.”
I put her down on the bed and watched her watching me. Something shifted. I wanted her, but it wasn’t just lust I felt. I reached to her chest and pulled the ends of the bow to reveal my gift, keeping my eyes on her. As I felt the material loosen, my eyes went to her chest just as her beautiful skin was revealed. Her nipples were puckered and waiting, as if they were being offered up to me. I couldn’t resist.
“Jesus, beautiful. You look amazing.” I dipped my head and grazed her nipple between my teeth. “You taste amazing.” She arched her back and I slipped what was left of her bra off her shoulders, running my hands down her back. “You feel amazing.”
Chapter Eight
Anna
I lay half-exhausted on my stomach. Ethan was in the bathroom, disposing of the second condom of the evening. Jesus. I’d never wanted a man physically in the way I wanted him. Of course I’d desired men before, but not like this. I wanted to give him everything.
“You are wearing a very sexy look, Miss Anna,” he said as he came from the bathroom. I opened my eyes.
“I’m sure I look thoroughly disheveled.”
“You do. You wear it well. I like that I caused it.”
I grinned.
“Let’s get you some dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You have to eat. Do you want to stay in and order room service?”
“You want to go out?” I turned and sat up on my elbows.
“You wanna go out?” he asked.
“I asked you first.”
He sighed.
“I don’t mind. You choose,” I said.
“I don’t want to share you with anyone tonight.”
My stomach flipped over once, then twice, and I grinned. “Well, my body is yours, so I guess we’re staying in.”
After finally negotiating with Ethan that I was allowed to wear a robe while we ate, room service knocked at the door and I quickly went to the bathroom to try and stem the tide of mascara that was trying to escape from my eyelashes down my face. He was right, I did look disheveled. I took a hairbrush from my bag and tried to improve the situation.
“Anna,” he called.
I splashed some water on my face and then wandered into the living space. Wow. He’d turned the lights down and there were just a few candles flickering on the dining table. The lights of the city illuminated our feast. There was music playing. I bet he’d wooed a few women in this suite like this. I sighed, but couldn’t help but grin at him as I took my place kitty corner to him so we were both facing the view of the park.
Ethan had ordered for us both, so it was a surprise when he unveiled risotto and poured some crisp cool white wine into our glasses. He sat back and looked at me and patted my legs, and then lifted them up so they were resting on his lap, being soothed by his hands.
“A girl could get used to this.” Shit, I hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
He grinned at me.
“Sorry. I just meant that I feel very spoiled, and it’s lovely. Thank you.”
He nodded. “You deserve it. You did bring me a great gift this evening.”
“You seemed to have fun with it,” I replied, trying to be nonchalant.
“I did. You as well, I hope.”
“Always. You …” I shook my head.
“What?” he asked.
“It’s just you seem to know exactly what my body needs and wants. No one has, ever… Not like you.” I wished I could have sewn up my mouth right then. Shut up, Anna.
He smiled at me and then focused on his plate, stroking my legs in his lap as he ate his risotto. I stirred mine.
“I’m supposed to go to the Hamptons this weekend with Andrew and Mandy.”
And there it was: his excuse to get out of Dodge. I’d said too much. Fuck, Anna. No complications, remember?
“Cool.” I continued to stare at my food.
“Will you come with me?” he asked, and my stomach twisted and spun.