And then she did; harder and longer than before. Ethan held back as she writhed and tossed beneath him, kissing on her neck to calm her through her rampaging climatic escape. She strained against him in the last throes and suddenly, she was free. She spiralled into shards of bliss as she vaguely felt Ethan thrust several more times before he too roared out roughly in release and arched balls-deep into her, giving her everything there was left to give and washing them both back to shore.
Chapter Seven
Stunned. That's what Ethan was. He'd known, almost from the start, how it could be with Mandy. That she wouldn't be anything like the others. One taste would never be enough.
It had been like an epiphany; finally realizing the essence of life in one moment. It wasn't the money or the screaming fans. Or the talent that made him so world-famous. It was finding someone and knowing that whether you were simply holding her hand or grinding your whole self inside her … she was your soul, your mate. And this was just the beginning.
He'd woken her up late the next morning for breakfast thanks to the well-stocked larder. Mandy had loved his cooking – top notch due to the gourmet classes he'd taken just for fun when he was younger. Ethan liked to be good at a lot of things; liked to use his hands to create the perfect music, paintings, even food.
Ethan had switched off his phone; he didn't need his manager, Jaime, Henson, or even his security detail intruding on his time with Mandy. Showered and dressed in one of his black T-shirts with The Strum logo, three silver halos set on a backdrop of silvery angel's wings, she'd looked like something straight of the Garden of Eden. Tempting and sinfully delicious beneath all those layers of purity.
She'd driven him almost insane the way she could hardly keep her eyes off his body. He stayed shirtless, his hair still slightly damp and wavy from his shower earlier. His low-slung gray jeans could barely stay hung on his lean hips. Every time he turned and looked at her, she was licking her lips, smiling impishly. At one point, he'd grinned, placed a mug of coffee in front of her, and drawled, "Keep looking at me like that, angel eyes, and we'll be christening this counter. And after the last few hours, I'm not sure you're up to it."
She'd forked a piece of fried bacon into her mouth and chewed delicately before declaring, "I'm actually tougher than I look, I'll have you know." She'd thrown his veiled challenge back at him, and with just one hooded glance from her gorgeous green eyes, she had him all ready to go again. Hard as a plank and aching in his suddenly tight jeans.
He had to admit she was right; she was far tougher than he'd expected. Ethan liked his sex raw, thorough, and as drawn-out as possible. Especially when it was with Mandy. She'd brought out the beast in him and it had been all he could do to keep himself in control the whole time. Giving her his all and yet still holding back enough not to push her limits. He'd loved the shyness beneath her passion, her hot blushes even as she cried out lustily when he rammed into her while he was on his feet, and her legs wrapped high around his waist. Damn, he'd been in so deep that time. He cupped her ass and bounced her on his rigid shaft, pushing in hard, his rhythm steady and unstoppable. She'd clutched his shoulders and dug her nails into his flesh, but he hadn't felt anything but the snug ring of muscle contracting around his shaft, so soft and warm and giving. She'd come twice loudly, breasts swaying as she convulsed atop his thrusting hips. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he held her tightly against his chest, her hips pressed down firmly against his as his cock erupted with shuddering intensity deep inside her.
Ethan couldn't possibly have enough of Mandy. He'd reached for her again and again and found her ready for more. Now he figured she had to have had enough and yet, meeting her eyes over the kitchen island, he knew she wouldn't object if he drew her into his arms and claimed her with the same sweet roughness he'd taught her to enjoy.
"Mandy, I'm trying hard here," he said lightly. He switched off the cooker and wiped his clean hands on a napkin before facing her again. "I'm working to demonstrate there's more to us than the hot, wild sex. But if you really, really want … "
Her twinkling eyes held his over her coffee mug. Ethan's gaze swept lower to the thrusting lushness of her tits lovingly molded by the stretchy black tee. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the rock-hard nipples strained against the material, begging for his teeth, lips, and tongue. Ethan's eyes saw red.
"Mandy … "
She shrugged, carefully placing down the mug. "It's up to you, Ethan. But you have nothing to prove with me. I thought I told you that. I'm not asking you to be something you're not. I like it that you want me the way that you do, however animalistic." She grinned at him, her eyes dancing over his hard body. "I like having you inside of me. If you think I see anything at all wrong in that, then let me tell you, you are way off base."
Ethan chuckled while his heart thudded with increased arousal at her words. Damn, he felt like his jeans wanted to strangle his powerful erection.
"Are you saying this is just about the great sex? Because that's not my agenda, baby. I'm aiming for long-distance here...you know, all in."
He watched as she slid off the bar stool and sashayed around to meet him on his side of the island. She lifted one fingernail to rake down his chest and down his gym-hard abs.
"You said no promises, Ethan. More of show, not tell. So show me, rock star," she whispered, head tipped back to look up at him while her small hand closed over his big cock.
"You're insatiable," he growled, fingers lodged in her thick brown locks. "I like that … "
"Hungry for you … and only you," she purred, and he bit down a groan when she massaged him more firmly through his jeans.
"I've created a monster," Ethan replied with a feral grin, and she giggled right before he swooped low to kiss her hard on the mouth. Then he tore his lips from hers and in one quick motion, he raked his fingers through her hair, gripping her scalp gently but firmly before pushing her face down on the cool marble of the kitchen island.
"Oh!" she cried, fingers gripping the lip of the counter as Ethan came up behind her, pushing up the hem of her shirt. She was naked and exposed underneath, and the sight of her smooth, round ass almost had him exploding in his jeans. Fuck.
He had to squeeze her ass … had to hold the curvy mounds in his hands. So he did, his fingers leaving red marks as he kneaded her smooth skin before his palm came down hard, paddling her ass with a breezy slap.
Her moans echoed in the kitchen as she jerked, her initial reaction to pull away in shock, but then something else happened. She relaxed, her head turned to the side, her eyes closed tightly. Ethan paused and felt her shudder as she breathlessly begged for more. "Again."
Ethan's grin widened, keeping one hand entangled in her hair while his other hand smoothed over her luscious bottom. He spanked her again, aiming lower for the bouncy under-swell. Her ass cheek rippled in response, the pale tone deepening to pink where his hand connected. He was so turned on by the sight of her, every beautiful inch of her curvy body. If his cock got any harder, he felt that he would die.
He distributed even, hot slaps on both cheeks, making her moan and jerk her back each time he made impact. It was such an erotic thrill and Ethan liked how it felt, with her pinned down by his fist in her hair, trapped with her top half stretched over the counter while her legs dangled with her toes to the ground and her pink apple-shaped bottom displayed to his satisfaction.
She was trembling with pleasure and whimpering by the time he was caressing the slightly reddened spots on her ass. He slipped his fingers through the wedge of her buttocks and found the slit of her pussy, rubbing the bud he found in between the thick, slick folds. Wet. Warm. Soft … tight. All the things that made him go mad for her more than ever.
Mandy gave out a sultry moan and undulated her hips against his hand, seeking his touch, his expertise driving her wild. It delighted and amazed him how she had come out of her shell and into her sexuality so willingly. Her natural sense of abandon went haywire with him. She let herself go. She moved like a tigress and when she looked at him through her hooded, spiky green eyes … it was all he could do to keep from eating her alive.
He didn't want to rush. They'd made love against the bedroom wall, in his king-size bed, and in the shower. He'd never have imagined she could take any more or be so open and free with him. Discovering that her sex drive matched his surprised and pleased him, but there was so much more to his feelings for her than just sex. She tortured him, teased him, and left him breathless and weak for her with just a look or a single touch. It terrified him, and Ethan wasn't used to being fearful of anything