Star Struck(BBW Rocker Romance)(25)

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.

“Oh yes,” Ethan groaned, joining his index finger to the first and pushing both digits inside her. Mandy writhed, helpless to do more than moan long and loud when he began to slide his fingers in and out of her red-hot sheath.

“So very wet. And how. You don’t know what that does to me. Knowing you want me just as much as I want you, Mandy.”

She’d been such a fool; she knew that now. She never should have believed him. A man like him could never back down from a challenge till he’d won the prize. And tonight, the prize was her.

She felt the tears prick her eyes at the thought. She looked at him in accusation as she took in his desire-flushed face.

“You planned this,” she breathed, teeth clenched to keep from chattering. Even then, she wanted nothing more than to push him down on the ground and mount him, to impale her aching pussy on his rigid cock that was now outlined plainly by the straining material of his jeans. Focusing on his narrowed blue eyes, she carried on reproachfully.

“You planned all of this. You just knew this would happen, didn’t you? When you called me tonight. You knew you’d bring me here and then you’d try to force yourself on me.”

“Force?” Ethan sucked the word between his teeth, his lips curling into a sharp smile. His blue eyes were all ice and fire again, scorching and chilling at the same time. “Maybe if you keep lying to yourself, you might actually start to believe that you don’t want this. But your body tells me a different story, Mandy.”

Still staring straight at her, she could see that beyond the look of disbelief that she’d accuse him of forcing himself on her lay genuine hurt and concern.

“And I would never force myself on anyone, much less you. I get it, Mandy. You feel guilty. You feel like you’re betraying your boyfriend, but guess what? You’re betraying yourself when you pretend that you don’t want me…that you don’t feel for me the way I know you do. You want me, Mandy. Stop fucking lying to yourself and admit… ”

His words cut off when she slapped him across the face. Mandy hadn’t even realized when her hand moved. Her brain hadn’t even registered anything except how much his words rang hatefully true, stinging her pride. He growled, and Mandy gasped in shock at her own violence. She’d never hit anyone in her life. What was she turning into? A hot-headed, hot-blooded siren who kept telling a man ‘no’ and yet did everything to give him the encouragement he sought. She’d come out with him, followed him willingly to his secluded house alone, knowing what he felt for her…what he really wanted. Her face suddenly crumpled, a sob escaping her as she finally managed to push away from him and yank open the door, dashing out of the studio.