Leveling The Field (Gamers #4)(10)
And then he waited, unsure if she’d leave him aching and hard or if she’d follow through with what they both clearly wanted to do.
Chapter Four
Lissa was about two seconds away from shoving Ethan onto his back on the dance floor and riding him like a fucking bull.
She’d dated a lot of men who weren’t up front, who acted like they wanted a girlfriend when they really just wanted a fuck.
She wasn’t opposed to just a fuck. But she didn’t like being lied to. Ethan was a little cold and a lot vulgar, but he was honest.
Her mind told her to walk away. To tell him that she didn’t want him, that she didn’t want this. Sleeping with Ethan would put a serious crimp in her plans to invite him to participate in her project. She didn’t want him thinking that she’d only slept with him to get him to agree. This wasn’t the time to spring it on him, though. And right now, her brain was clouded with lust; her body’s only objective was to get this man alone. His hard cock was pressed against her, and his words were ringing in her ear.
It’d been a long time since she’d had a man between her legs; she’d been so busy with work and with her project. Would it really hurt to use him just like he wanted to use her? It was only one time, and he’d pursued her. It couldn’t hurt, right?
She swallowed. “So it’s just sex?”
He nodded. “Just sex.”
Oh fuck, she wanted that. She wanted this big man’s dick in her hand, in her body. She was wet already just from the words he’d whispered in her ear. Her favorite type of foreplay was to get hot and bothered in public and then rush off somewhere private to get naked.
She pressed closer to Ethan, trapping his hard cock between them. His jaw clenched, and she shot him what she hoped was a sexy smile. “You want to fuck me, Ethan?” He sucked in a breath and his hand drifted lower until he was kneading one cheek of her ass. Her nipples tightened as a ripple of arousal coursed through her body. “You’re so hard. I’d bet you’d fuck me so good, wouldn’t you? Bend me over a table and pull my dress up. Rip off these tiny panties I have on and punish me for making you want this much.”
She was poking the beast. Ethan’s other hand was on her neck now, his thumb stroking over the tendon. “If you don’t stop with that mouth, I’ll fuck you right here in front of God and everyone.”
She was a raging mass of hormones with no brain. “I dare you.”
With a soft growl, Ethan gripped her hand and all but dragged her from the dance floor. She trotted after him, thankful the lights were dim and everyone else was too drunk to notice. She didn’t know where they were going, but Ethan powered out the doors of the reception hall and strode toward the front lobby. He stopped in front of the bathrooms and said, “Stay right here,” and she was too turned on to protest that he’d just given her a command like she was a disobedient puppy.
He disappeared into the men’s room and in ten seconds, he was back out again, clutching a condom packet. Her breath sped up and her heart pounded so loudly she heard it in her ears.
He glanced at the front doors before muttering “fuck it” under his breath and pushing through a door in front of them marked Coat Closet.
With only a dim light shining overhead, he pressed her along the back wall, among coats and fake furs and trenches. She gripped a suit jacket, needing something to ground her as his body pressed along hers.
His mouth descended and then he was kissing her. All tongue and teeth and want. She moaned into his mouth and clutched his shoulders as he hiked her leg over his hip. His other hand scrabbled to get under her dress and then he pulled away from her mouth with a growl and looked down their bodies. “What’s with this fucking dress? I want to touch you, dammit.”
She reached down, pulled up her dress to expose the small black thong she was wearing, and bared her teeth at him. “Then touch me.”
As if he wanted to punish her for the fabric she’d draped over her body, he lunged at her, biting her bare shoulder. She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped, which morphed into a moan as he wasted no time tugging aside her thong and plunging two fingers inside of her.
He bit harder, and her eyes fell closed as his hand stilled. The only sound was the panting of her breath, the harsh gasps where he sought to breathe around her skin. He unlocked his jaw and when he lifted his head, the dim light of the ceiling cast a shadow under his eyes. His lips curled, almost into a sneer, as he slowly drew his fingers out and then pushed them back in. The force drew her up onto the ball of her foot, as her other leg was still hiked over his hip, his hand trapped between them as his fingers began a steady rhythm.