Sending her a sly smile, he slid his hands up and down her back. “I’ll worry until you do something to take my mind off things.”
She smiled. “So you’re saying you need a distraction?” Rising onto her toes, she pressed her hips into his.
Pleasure darted through him. “Hell yes.” Ethan slid his hands down to her shapely ass and lifted her up with ease.
Laughing, Heather locked her legs around his waist. “Sounds good to me.” She cupped his face in her hands and pressed soft lips to his.
Ethan thought he would never grow tired of the taste of her. Nor did he think that the sizzle of excitement that always seared him when she kissed him would ever dissipate. He parted his lips and groaned when she boldly stroked his tongue with hers.
He started down the hallway, loving the feel of her riding the rigid length behind his fly.
“Does this mean we aren’t hunting tonight?” Zach asked from the kitchen.
Ethan tore his lips from Heather’s long enough to say, “I’m taking the night off.”
Then their mouths fused once more, hungry and aggressive.
“We aren’t hunting tonight,” Zach told Lisette, his tone deadpan. “Whatever shall we do with ourselves?”
“Not what you’re thinking,” she retorted with a laugh. “Our bedroom isn’t soundproofed.”
“So? We’ll make a game of it. I’ll see how many orgasms I can give you while you see how long you can go without making a sound.”
“Zach!”
“Come on, guys,” Tracy complained. “I’m standing right here.”
Ethan didn’t hear whatever came next. He was too caught up in the feel and taste of Heather as he carried her down to Richart’s room. As soon as he kicked the door closed, he lowered her feet to the floor.
Both moaned as her legs slid down his length.
Then their hands flew into action, untucking shirts and unbuckling belts. Ethan toed off his boots and socks. He knew he could easily divest them both of their clothing in record time, but he loved the feel of her hands on him, sliding under his shirt and dragging it up over his head.
Her fingers dipped into the waistband of his pants to work the button and draw down the zipper. He sucked in a breath as she liberated the hard length of him from his silk boxers and began to stroke him.
One of her holstered weapons hit the floor with a thud.
“Being a little daring with that, don’t you think?” she muttered.
“Speak for yourself,” he retorted, then groaned when she laughed and gave him a squeeze, circling the sensitive tip of his cock with her thumb.
The rest of her weapons fell away as he tore open buckles and untied ties. “How many of these damned things are you wearing?”
She laughed. “You should know. You put them on me.”
Her laugh ended in a gasp when he finally freed her shirt from her pants and slid one hand beneath it to nudge her lacy bra aside and caress her breast. The pink tip hardened beneath his touch. Her hand on his cock tightened when he delivered a sharp pinch to her nipple.
“I need to be naked,” she moaned. “Now.”
As much as Ethan wanted her hand to stay right where it was, he wanted her bare flesh against his even more. Breaking her hold, he yanked her shirt over her head and swiftly divested her of the bra beneath.
Her face flushed with pleasure. Her brown eyes glinted with need.
Ethan dropped to his knees and patted one of her shoes.
Heather placed her hands on his shoulders and raised a foot so he could tug off her boot. The other soon hit the floor beside it, as did her ankle socks. His hands seemed too big next to the small button on her pants, but he managed to unfasten it, his knuckles brushing the pale, smooth skin of her stomach. The cargo pants hung low on her hips, leaving her belly button bare. The zipper was so short he wondered why they hadn’t just used a second button instead.
Tucking his fingers in the waistband of the pants, he dragged them down her lovely legs. His eyes fastened on the scrap of lace left behind.
It left little to the imagination.
“Your eyes are glowing,” she whispered.
“I bet they are.” He slowly drew the flimsy material down, remained still long enough for her to step out of them and kick them away, then leaned forward and buried his face in her stomach. As she raked her fingers through his hair, he nudged her legs farther apart, kissed his way down to the dark thatch of curls that tempted him, and delivered a long, slow lick to her clit.
Head falling back, Heather moaned. She clenched her fingers in Ethan’s silky hair, gave it a little tug that elicited a masculine moan. His mouth was warm and wet and oh so wicked as he stroked and licked and sucked and toyed with her, driving the pleasure upward until a climax struck, fast and hard.
Her knees buckled.
Ethan rose and caught her before she could sink to the floor, then laid her on the bed.
Limp as a noodle, Heather stared up at him as he shucked his pants and boxers.
Muscles rippled with every movement. So many muscles. He was huge. Everywhere.
Her gaze slid to his erection, energy and need igniting within her once more.
Ethan smiled, his eyes glowing a vibrant amber. Tucking his hands beneath her knees, he slid her toward him and braced her feet on the edge of the bed. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Really?” She arched a brow and sent him a flirty smile. “Perhaps I’m not finished with you.” Sitting up, Heather nudged him back a step, then slid off the bed and sank to her knees in front of him.
If his eyes could get any brighter, they did as he stared down at her.
Heather grasped the cock straining toward her, so large her fingers wouldn’t meet when she curled them around the long, hard length. Leaning forward, she delivered a long, slow lick to the velvety tip and circled it with her tongue.
Ethan hissed in a breath, then buried his fingers in her hair. Every muscle in his body flexed and tightened as Heather drew him deeper into her mouth in teasing increments, eventually taking him as deep as she could, and hummed her own pleasure.
“Shit, that feels good,” he whispered.
Heather teased him with lips and tongue, eliciting more moans and praise with every stroke and pull and lick. His muscles bunched tighter and tighter as he urged her on. Her own breath grew short as she imagined him driving inside her with every rock of his hips.
Then, suddenly, he swore. Heather glanced up as Ethan drew back.
Reaching down, he lifted her to her feet and spun her around. Excitement rose as he bent her over the bed with rough hands, then found her entrance with his cock and plunged inside her.
Heather cried out. Pure pleasure.
Her hands fisting in the covers, she arched back against him, silently begging for more.
Ethan drove inside her, holding nothing back, the bed rocking and creaking and shifting with each thrust. Then she felt his warm, broad chest brushing her back. Felt his lips burrow through her hair and find her neck.
He slid a hand beneath her, still pounding into her, and clasped her breast.
Heather moaned as his grip tightened, becoming almost painful.
His sharp teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck.
Her breath caught.
He slid his other hand down and teased her clit.
She moaned.
“You like it?” he growled in her ear.
She nodded, unable to speak, her breath coming in gasps that housed moans as the pleasure built and built. The fingers of one hand worked her clit as the other kneaded her breast, pinching the hard tip. His long, hard length hit all the right spots as he continued to thrust into her. Again and again.
“You want more?” he taunted, his voice so deep and gravelly with need, she nearly came at the sound of it.
“Yes,” she gasped.
The fingers stroking her clit did something marvelous at preternatural speeds.
Heather cried out as an orgasm careened through her, more intense than any she had ever experienced before. On and on and on it went. Stealing her breath. Her body clamping down around Ethan’s and squeezing him tight as ripples of pleasure struck.
Stiffening above her, Ethan shouted with his own release, his grip on her tightening until she thought she would have bruises the next day. But damn, it felt good. Unbelievably good. Those ripples of pleasure still rocked her.
Collapsing on top of her, Ethan shifted his hands to the bed on either side of her and supported the bulk of his weight on his forearms. He lowered his face to the covers beside her. His warm, short breaths fanned her hair. Those brilliant amber eyes met hers. “Did I hurt you?”
Heather shook her head and curled one hand over his, still trying to catch her breath.
Ethan kissed the back of her hand, then rose.
Heather moaned when he withdrew from her body, then frowned when he chuckled. “What?” she asked, forcing herself to straighten and stand on wobbly legs.
Grinning, he motioned to the huge, heavy bed.
Looking down, she laughed. They’d moved it two or three feet across the floor. “You’re good,” she said.
“You’re the best,” he murmured and dipped his head to claim her lips in a kiss full of affection. “Want to see if we can move it a few more feet?”
Heather grinned. “Seriously?”
He nodded, his smile so boyish and appealing that she had to steal another kiss. “Being an immortal has a lot of perks,” he murmured.
As Heather became aware of the growing erection prodding her stomach, she smiled. “I think I’m going to like these perks.”