Her mouth was pursed firmly against his – for a moment. He gave the seam of her lips a lick and she gasped. Ethan felt Mandy go limp and he grabbed her shoulders, pinning her harder against the wall.
Being a rock star meant that countless women simply fell into his bed. But only one thing kept them there: Ethan knew female anatomy like the back of his hand.
He'd learned all about a woman's needs and weaknesses a long time ago; had been given the source code from the best teacher an enthusiastic young man could ask for. Ethan had never been truly proud of having such prowess and it wasn't always a surefire hit. But when he probed deep into Mandy's gasping mouth, when his cock surged against her pelvis – when he cupped her face gently, yet purposefully, he could feel her latent submission even as she whimpered in protest.
Damn, she tasted good. She smelled like heaven – that familiar perfume from long ago making his head swim even as he drowned in the essence that was all Mandy.
Her hands planted flat on his chest to push him away. But then her fingers brushed against his chest and he groaned. He sucked hard on her tongue, making the kiss as aggressive and animalistic as he dared. Ethan could tell no man had ever kissed her like that. She trembled with the shock of having Ethan claim her lips and mouth so roughly.
Ethan was highly sexual in nature; even in his music and in the way he played, he was all for indulgence and carnality. He was a sinner – no doubt about it. Damaged and wrong. So wrong. And right now all he wanted was the taste of something pure, seemingly untouched and unworldly like Mandy.
She should be pushing him away and slapping his face in horror, she thought. But all thoughts escaped her, evaporating into thin air as Ethan claimed her lips again, growling his desire into her mouth. Ethan knew she was helpless underneath his onslaught, in the way his manly heat surrounded and caged her. He rocked his hips against her roughly and she trembled all the more. She was no match for his inbuilt magnetism. No woman could resist his kiss, his touch. He knew if he reached a hand up under her skirt, Mandy wouldn't stop him. She'd let him push his fingers past the thin material of her panties and discover how ready she really was for him. He could unbutton her blouse, or better still, rip it off her. She wouldn't ask him to stop. She'd beg him not to as she arched her back and let her full round breasts spill easily into his waiting palms as so many women had before her.
Ethan was sorely tempted.
She was putty in his arms. She wanted this. He could go with his instincts and he was sure that in minutes, he'd have her hoisted in the air, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard against the wall. This sexy little dove was in heat and she wouldn't know what had hit her till he was done, his cock spent inside her and her body shuddering from multiple climaxes that he knew he could give her.
Mandy was his for the taking. Now all he had to do was close in for the kill.
Just one kiss and Mandy's mind was blown.
Just one taste of Ethan and her life became a blank page.
It was like being drugged – though it wasn't as if Mandy would even know what that felt like. But then how could Ethan turn her lower body into jelly with just one sweep of his hot, demanding tongue? Why did it have to feel like tripping into a whirlpool of boiling honey when his mouth sealed over hers?
His lips were firm yet tender and still roughly demanding at the same time. Mandy's boyfriend never kissed her like this. His kiss never felt like pure possession the way Ethan's did. Moments turned into minutes. Groans of intense pleasure filled the air, all erupting from Mandy.
Ethan's erection grew stiffer and larger against her stomach. Deep within her core, an answering twinge told her how hungry she was to be taken by him.
Mandy could count the number of times she'd had sex with Marcus on one hand. It simply had never been a priority for them. Mandy had found it enjoyable at most, but it wasn't exactly earth moving. Ethan's kiss, on the other hand, turned her world upside down and Mandy could only imagine what it would feel like to let him take her, to possess her completely.
Let him? Ethan didn't seem like the type who believed in waiting to be ‘let' or given permission. His kiss brought out a submissive side in Mandy that she'd never known she had. He'd grabbed her, pushed her up against the wall, and pressed his strong, muscular body against her more giving, vulnerable one. The feminine side of her melted to pieces even as her mind warred with what she had become so quickly.
A wave of unstoppable desire rushed through her, burning passion igniting her skin in molten heat, her pulse quickening. His head slanted to the side for a more piercing, erotic foray into her mouth as she intuitively kissed him back. His breath sounded harsh for a second and he burned against her.
She wanted to feel him inside her, embedded deep within her core – a realization that jolted Mandy and filled her with a mixture of shame and passion. Never had she thought herself capable of such savage desires. Her breasts felt heavier and sensitized while her pussy tingled as though someone had fired a Taser up her legs.
Her hands inadvertently brushed over his chest, her fingertips grazing the thin dusting of hair. Ethan shivered at the same time she did and she saw uncontrollable desire prowling across his face.
I must be under a spell, thought Mandy. Yes, that was it. She must have been bewitched by some demon and that was why her palms were skimming over Ethan's broad, golden shoulders while she wriggled her hips with urgency, needing to feel him push hard and fierce against her.
She knew that countless females would give just about anything to be in her position right then. Desired by Ethan Tyler, an object of his pursuit – to feel his arousal like a living entity between them. It made Mandy feel lightheaded, the base of her spine tingling, her face heated and flushed, her body trembling. She was beyond saving, her desire for him out of control, and she couldn't say what she would do if Ethan tried to make love to her. One minute she was sure she couldn't stand the man, wanted nothing to do with him, and then the next second, she needed to feel him inside her pronto.
This very second.
This man was lethal.
He tore his lips from hers and for the first time Mandy could breathe. Her lightheaded sensation faded as she drew in gusts of air while Ethan kissed his way down her neck. He grazed her sensitive skin with his teeth and she shuddered.
"Just to warn you … you make me crazy … unbelievably hot, and I don't know that I'll be able to stop once I'm inside you," Ethan rasped, his hands circling her wrists and dragging her hands down his bare torso. He groaned deeply at her touch while she felt the violent sensations of passion raging through her body, every nerve on fire. Every inch of him rippled beneath her palms and it felt absolutely amazing.
"Ethan … stop. Please. Let me go," she heard herself moan. He nuzzled his lips against her neck, urging her hands to move lower, to grip his heavy cock in her hand.
Oh. My. God. What the hell was that? Ethan cupped her fingers around his burgeoning manhood and even beneath his jeans she could feel every rigid pulsation. Damn, he was huge. Bigger than she'd have imagined possible. Mandy felt her breath catch in her throat as a wave of fear mixed with sweet desire washed over her face, neck, and breasts. She wanted to explore his body, to discover the pleasure that his incredible cock had to offer.
"Maybe I will," Ethan murmured. "When you actually sound like you mean it."
"I do mean it," Mandy breathed, eyes rolling to the ceiling as Ethan lightly nipped the pink flesh of her upper breast that was now exposed by the open top buttons of her blouse.
"I'm not going to be treated like a groupie. I … I know exactly what you're about, Ethan. You want what you want with no regard for … anyone. You don't really care about who I am, what I need in return. You just want a submissive woman who will give you pleasure, and once you've taken all that you can from her she'll be nothing more than a distant memory." Her words were heated and far more desperate than she had meant for them to be.
Her words were like a stab to the chest.
"It's not going to be that way with you," Ethan growled, his beautiful eyes flashing. This time he linked their fingers and placed her hands high on both sides of the wall. Trapped, Mandy felt the air forced out of her lungs as Ethan welded his chest to hers.
His words made Mandy's heart lurch. "How do you know? How can you know that when we've only just met?" she accused.
"I just know," Ethan replied. He lifted his head and speared her with eyes now dark blue with intensity. "I'm not even sure what it is about you that drives me wild, but you do … and I want you more than any woman before you."