She wasn’t sure how she got on her back on the floor. He’d pulled her down so gently she didn’t realize she was horizontal till she opened her eyes, looked up, and found herself staring into his handsome face with his arms braced on the floor on either side of her.
Ethan didn’t say a word. Probably didn’t want to break the spell or whatever it was keeping Mandy from protesting, from stopping this. She’d fought hard enough since they’d met to keep him at arm’s length. She’d told him countless times he wasn’t her type. She had a man; she wasn’t going to be Ethan’s latest conquest. He was her client and she wouldn’t be acting professional if she took him to bed…
All those reasons seemed irrelevant to the electric shocks racking her frame in tiny spurts as Ethan kissed his way down from her lips to her chin then past the hollow of her throat to nuzzle at her neckline. He went lower still and she felt his teeth nip at her protruding nipple over the layer of clothes. Mandy gasped, arching her back. One hand grasped her sleeve and pulled it down her arm, taking her bra strap with it. The coolness of the room turned her now-exposed nipple to pinpoints of granite, suddenly covered in warmth by Ethan’s tongue lashing over the aching bud before he popped it into his mouth.
“Ethan,” Mandy moaned. And it was more a purr than a protest at just how enticing his tongue felt around her nipple. The pace of his lovemaking had her reeling; so did the fact that she found herself on her back with Ethan’s hot body snaking over hers, settling between her parted thighs and pushing them further apart as one hand reached beneath her knee.
Her fingers combed through his wavy hair, luxuriating in the silken fall as Ethan licked around her nipple before dragging her whole areola into his mouth.
She cried out in pleasure. He grunted in response, hand resting on her belly. Then his fingers reached to the waistband of her jeans and Mandy soon heard the sharp rasp of the zipper rolling down.
Mandy could have stopped him at any point as the moments went by. But she didn’t. With his tongue sliding around her breast, she was far too distracted to do much more than lift up her hips when Ethan tugged her jeans down her curvy thighs. A few strategic yanks soon had her limbs free of the light fabric, which he flung over his shoulder. When she felt his hand shift to settle just inside her right inner thigh, Mandy’s fingers tugged harder at his scalp.
Mandy wanted to whimper in objection when he lifted his mouth from her breast. She forced her heavy eyelids open and found him staring down at her face, her body. His gaze was scorching with lust and pure, unadulterated desire. Mandy’s voice felt strangled in her throat and she couldn’t find the words to speak at all. She felt so incredibly desired and wanted, more confident about her body than she’d ever been before, and it empowered her, moved her to places that she had never dared to go. When he looked up at her again, his look of unfulfilled desire nearly took her breath away.
“I want to see you naked. I want to taste you…everywhere. All of you, Mandy. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But I want…need to feel your skin against mine.”
His simple plea was harshly delivered, making Mandy shudder. A teasing little smile shakily covered her lips. “If I get naked, so do you.”
His blue eyes blazed almost black in a way that stole her breath. “Then undress me,” he commanded softly.
Mandy hesitated, but it didn’t last longer than a second. Her hands worked on autopilot, lifting his shirt up by the hem and rolling it up his muscular torso like she was unwrapping a present. And damn, his body looked like a delicious gift. His sinews rippled as he raised his arms over his head so she could tug the shirt off. Mandy sat back on her heels for a second as she stared at a shirtless Ethan, half propped beside her kneeling body. All that ink, all that deliriously golden sexiness. All hers for the taking.
It suddenly hit her. She was about to have sex with Ethan. On the floor. She’d only ever had sex on a bed. In the dark, in one or two varied positions. But she doubted Ethan was the kind who had a narrow imagination. A man like him would be armed with plenty of options. Plenty of hot, adventurous options.
Before she could even think of losing her nerve, Mandy dropped her hands to the front of his jeans. He sucked in a breath but didn’t tear his eyes from her face. Instead, she moved her fingers over the imposing bulge of his erection straining beneath his jeans. She massaged him, feeling his shaft and the bulbous tip so clearly defined beneath the fabric. She glanced up at his face and saw that he was barely breathing, teeth clenched in a soundless hiss.