Forbidden Fantasies Bundle(121)

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he slid his fingers between them and touched the heat at her center.

“Ethan.” His name came out on a sigh and her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Spread your legs a little,” he said.

She did what he asked, and sighed his name again.

This time, he drew a finger from the low waistband in the back down the crease between her cheeks until he once more reached that spot between her legs where the heat was so intense. The silk grew more wet, and he pressed against it.

Zoë began to tremble.

To steady her, he pressed the palm of his free hand against her buttocks and drew her close. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her nails dug into his shoulders. “No.”



ZOË WASN’T SURE that she had spoken the word out loud. She didn’t want him to stop. Ever. She put more effort into it. “No.”

Evidently he heard her because he increased the pressure of his finger until she could feel him enter her. Not nearly far enough. The silk of her panties was preventing him from going deep the way she wanted him to, and there was an enormous feeling of emptiness growing inside of her. It was making her tremble.

As if in response, he pressed his mouth to her waist and she felt the quick, sharp probe of his tongue in her navel. If he hadn’t had her so firmly pressed against him, she was sure she would have melted into a pool on the floor.

“All night long, I’ve been wondering what you might be wearing under those jeans.”

Zoë threaded her fingers through his hair. Her research had told her that men thought about things like that. That’s why she’d bought them. Rory had convinced her that Jed would like them. For one second, she felt a little trickle of guilt. Then Ethan pushed his finger into her a little deeper.

“Ohhh,” she moaned and swayed.

In one smooth movement, he rose, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.

“Let’s try this,” he murmured as he laid her back against the pillows. He spread her legs apart and then slid down until his face was between her thighs. For a moment, he did nothing.

Zoë dug her fingers into the sheets and waited. Desire built and anticipation turned into a painful ache before he pressed his mouth to her thigh. That wasn’t where she wanted him, but the string of wet, openmouthed kisses was coming closer, and closer….

For one blissful second, she felt his breath warm against the wetness of her panties. Arrows of sensation shot through her. But then he turned his attention to her other thigh.

If she could have found the strength, she would have hit him. She began to writhe on the sheets, but he clamped his hands on her thighs to hold her still. Intense pleasure mixed with the pain of wanting, needing more. “Please.”

With one finger he traced her cleft and once more pressed against her center. Then he pushed his finger into her again—but still not far enough.

She arched, straining against his hands. “Please,” she gasped again.

Just when she thought that she couldn’t stand the delightful agony a second longer, he put his mouth where his finger had been and began to use his teeth and tongue on her. Every sensation was so intense—the heat of his breath, the press of his tongue. She could even feel the scrape of his teeth through the thin silk. Once again, flames coursed through her body, and all she could think was more.



MORE. HE NEEDED MORE. He had to have all of her. Jed had never before felt this driving need to take, to possess. Whatever plan he’d had to make love to her slowly had burned up in the heat that they’d created together. He retrieved a condom and got rid of his clothes. Fingers fumbling, he sheathed himself. All the while he barely took his eyes off of her. She was watching him, her eyes half-closed. Her skin was porcelain-white in the moonlight, that slash of red the only thing still covering her. She quite simply bewitched him.

Oh, yes. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. Lowering himself over her, he pushed aside the thin swatch of red silk and drove himself in.

She wrapped arms and legs around him, drawing him into her deeper and deeper. Together, they raced. When they finally reached the peak of pleasure and soared over it, he wasn’t quite sure who had claimed whom.





11




JED FOUND RYDER ALONE in the kitchen of the apartment he kept above the offices of his security firm. Jensen, Ryder’s office manager and sometime butler, had been waiting to give Jed the key to the elevator when he arrived.

“You look like hell,” Ryder said as he shoved a mug of coffee across the counter.

Jed ran a hand through his hair and glanced down at the clothes he was wearing. He’d changed into some fresh Ethan Blair clothes that he’d had in the room, but he hadn’t taken the time to shower or shave. “I wanted to get out of there before Zoë woke up.”