Star Struck(13)

"I just want a chance to be with you, Mandy. It's all I really want.  Just once, and you'll understand just how much I desire you … how much I  need you."

His fingers were tangled in her hair, his eyes staring directly into her  soul. She couldn't help but acknowledge his desire for her. His  self-assurance was staggering. It stunned and infuriated her at the same  time. Made her nerve endings strum so fiercely she wanted to scream at  her body to stop betraying her. She was not giving in to Ethan. She was  going to walk out here with her composure intact. He would not, could  not, sway her from her resolve.

Still, she couldn't help but draw in one deep, heady breath, drinking in  the scents and sensation of Ethan's pounding need that enveloped her.  Damn. To be wanted so much was a potent drug, almost addictive. She did  not want to leave his heated presence. The knowledge that he truly  wanted her, all of her, every last curve and imperfection, gave her such  immense confidence and power yet slayed her at the same time. But she  had to fight the oncoming rush of emotion before it consumed her within  its madly swirling depths …

"Ethan, please," she sighed heavily, heart pumping like a marathon  runner as she finally forced herself to look directly into his  emotion-filled eyes. "If you had me, you would realize that I am not  what you need. Your world … I don't fit in it, Ethan. You need someone  wild, confident, and accepting of the crazy life you live. Someone very  different from me … "

Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight against him  as he nuzzled her arched neck. "You want promises, Mandy? You want me to  tell you this will last forever or I'll be true to you? I could tell  you anything you want to hear, or whatever I want you to believe. But  that will mean nothing compared to what I can show you. You'll never  doubt how I feel about you once I'm inside you, taking you so hard  you'll feel the imprint of each thrust for days to come."         

     



 

Oh. God. Mandy bit her lip and focused on breathing so that she wouldn't  pass out. The tension in the room turned into something solid you could  slice through with an axe. The fingers that were cupping one shoulder  now pulled down the neckline of her flimsy top, revealing the delicate  line of her shoulder blade. With his warm lips, he drew a straight line  across the space between her neck and upper arm. Branding her, stunning  her with high-voltage kisses on her skin.

"Ethan." At times like this, his name was no more than a gasp of pained  pleasure on her lips. She jerked slightly and he did what she least  expected but secretly craved: he grabbed her breasts. Simply laid his  large, sexy hands over them and squeezed. That hot, downright hungry  groping did more to Mandy than any seductively soft caress would have  done.

"I know you want to say no," Ethan said quietly, his thumb flicking at  her nipples, now shamelessly hard and pointed beneath her blouse. "But I  won't let you."

"You said I could trust you," Mandy sobbed in desperation, her body  instinctively melting against his as she felt the pulsating hardness of  him burning at the center of her apex, almost cradling him there like he  already belonged. "You promised, Ethan."

Her accusing tone did nothing to deter him. In fact, it seemed to make  him even more determined. He gripped her soft, heavy breasts and tugged  at her achingly hard nipples. Mandy's head snapped back, her neck  exposed, her breath coming in pants as she felt the wet heat soaking her  panties in seconds. She gasped soundlessly in shocked bliss.

"I promised not to hurt you." Beneath his calm tone, she could hear his  breathing grow raspy. His erection throbbed thicker against her rounded  belly, and she could feel his fingers digging lustily into her giving  flesh. "And you can trust me, Mandy. Trust me to give you the deepest  pleasure you've ever known. When I put my tongue here … and here," he  said, cupping one breast and then shifting low to cup the heated mound  in between her thighs …  "And everywhere else you never dreamed a tongue  could reach. I'm going to make you mine, baby. All mine. And you're  going to love every minute of it."

Mandy shuddered at his words. His touch on her body was deliberate,  dominantly sensual, and she shivered at the intense desire on his face  as he searched her eyes for her consent. His head moved in a slant to  better position his mouth over hers; his sweet breath tickled her  nostrils.

"Close your eyes. Please. Just … feel," he growled, his lips just a hair's breadth from hers.

Mandy's eyes fluttered shut even before she knew she was obeying.  Something deep inside of her wanted to know how it felt to yield, to  totally surrender her sensuality into the hands of a lover. Even for  just a moment …

Ethan kissed her in the next instant, his lips fusing with hers,  capturing her mouth with his. His fingers found their way into her hair  once again, tangling with the soft strands. Open and ardent, she tasted  sweet like honey and soft with incredible femininity, her curves  pressing against him, her body wrapped in his embrace.

Everything changed at once. Mandy's body went boneless, barely able to  support her weight. She gasped, instinctively accepting his insistent  tongue. In the dark world beneath her closed lids, she soared and  crashed, fell apart and merged back again, claimed by him. Moaning with  pleasure, she gave in to him and she heard him groan as he deepened the  kiss with a ferocity that made her knees weak. There was a scraping of  teeth on flesh blending in the most erotic kiss of her life.

She felt it. Deep within his kiss she sensed his lust, pain, isolation,  and hunger  –  everything that made him Ethan. And just like that, her  soul opened up to him, accepting him without further hesitation. Every  nerve in her body was on fire. Her breathing hitched. She wriggled her  hips with urgency.

Ethan's hands slid down to cup her jean-clad ass. Desire shot like a  rocket straight to her pussy, and she found her own hands reaching up to  touch his hair, his face. It felt so good to touch him as if he was the  only man in the world. She moaned even louder.

Like Lego pieces snapping into place, their lips worked together to  build the momentum of desire between them. A multitude of temptations  slithered through Mandy and it would have been so easy to take the final  plunge and wrap her arms around his neck, push her body into his, and  ravish his beautiful, sexy mouth with hungry kisses of her own.

She was panting; she needed air. She was smothered by him and felt her  fists thumping groggily against his chest. Only then did he pull back  slightly. He didn't look like he was ready to stop. Nowhere near ready.  If anything, the burning navy in his eyes told her he was ready to  finish what he started barely one day ago when she'd been in the same  situation in his bedroom closet. How could she have been so foolish as  to trust him again? To trust herself around him?         

     



 

Now that the pressure of his lips was gone from hers, she could almost  get her brain to function. She pushed back into the door as if she could  somehow get it to give and dissolve into a mist she could fall into to  make good on her escape.

But even as she backed away from him, still he pulled her closer with  his hands moving around to cup her ass. He half-lifted her to rest  between his thighs and she was pressed against his erection. Oh. She'd  been so sure she'd imagined its impressiveness the last time but now  that she felt it again, pulsating against her, she knew what  magnificence lay in store. And yet she realized she'd make the biggest  mistake if she let this madness continue.

Her fists still clenched against his muscular chest. "Ethan, I can't do this."

"You won't know if you don't even try," he rasped, fingertips sensually  stroking over the nipples that were clearly outlined beneath her thin  shirt. Making Mandy almost want to cry out for him to rip her top and  bra off and get naked and ready.

"Don't you want me, Mandy? Don't you want to feel me inside of you?" He  moved his hand to the front of her jeans before dipping it beneath the  waistband, seeking her slick, hot mound. Mandy found it almost  impossible to do more than screech in shocked pleasure.

He was aggressive and relentless, sliding his fingers inside her before  she could stop him. She must have been so wet for him to push in so  smoothly. He pushed it deep inside her and she felt it. She really felt  it - down to her toes, her pussy swelling until it throbbed  relentlessly. She'd have buckled to the ground if he hadn't grabbed her  around the shoulders with his free arm to steady her. Mandy felt the  inner crook of his elbow near her lips as she turned her face into his  arm - and almost gave in to the urge to open her mouth wide and sink her  teeth into his bulging tricep. The dark tribal ink swam before her eyes  and her mouth watered for a piece of him - just one delicious taste.  And she berated herself for sinking to his animalistic level and wanting  him with such complete abandon.