The titanic swell rose up and drew her in its whirl, round and round. Inside her there was a burn, a crackling that turned everything within her to cinders. Mandy’s lips broke from his and she gasped with wide-eyed conviction, “I’m coming.”
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.