But he was wrong. Mandy knew exactly what he meant because she felt the same way. She would never tire of watching him perform and yet she could hardly wait till the moment when he was done and he could finally seek her out and take her in his arms for a bracing kiss before the world had to snatch him away again for the usual post-show meet-and-greet, interviews, or signings.
“Oh?” Mandy asked curiously in response to his earlier statement. “You’re glad I’m not the tour stylist? Should I feel insulted? I thought you liked my work.” Her eyes were teasing.
“Oh, I think you’re very talented,” he said, tweaking her nose with his thumb and index finger, making her squeal. “But the reason I’m glad is because we can be as unprofessional as we like, whenever and wherever we like.”
“Hmm,” Mandy said slowly, noting the slight change in the atmosphere. Her body tingled as she met his darkening gaze. A flirty Ethan was the key to any sane-minded female’s downfall. She couldn’t resist him when he looked at her like he could peel her clothes off with his teeth.
He looked handsome as sin that night in his black V-necked t-shirt with the neckline almost halfway down his chest, revealing much of those sexy tattoos. His lean hips were encased in tight, distressed jeans and a pair of boots she’d love him to keep on while he fucked her hard.
But Mandy didn’t think there’d be any of that. There hadn’t been for weeks. Yes, they’d kissed, even gone as far as necking like crazy, and of course there was the sleeping in the same bed whether they were on the tour bus or in a hotel suite. Just no sex. It had kept Mandy’s libido on edge and she’d wondered how Ethan exercised so much self-control. And yet she loved the fact that they could just lie down together and enjoy being with one another without sex. Each night, he went to bed snuggled against her and woke up the same way. But nothing happened. It was driving her crazy needing him, wanting to feel him inside her, and she hoped with all her heart that he’d think they were ready soon.
Maybe tonight would be the night, Mandy thought hopefully as she looked up at Ethan with a sultry smile. “So…are you thinking of being unprofessional right now?”
Her hands were resting on his chest, his arms around her waist. She saw him look around the dressing room then back to the door.
“The promoters have this little party thing planned to happen in half an hour,” Ethan murmured, running his hand down her waist to skim her outer thigh, his fingertips lightly tracing the pattern on the top of her stocking. Mandy did that little shiver she did whenever he touched her with intimacy. Damn, she was glad she wore a short dress tonight.
“And?” she asked, voice breathy as she began to feel the unmistakable jut of his erection against her quivering belly.
“Well…it would be mighty unprofessional to be late. I’m just thinking how much mischief we can squeeze into the next thirty minutes. Because you and I have a lot of catching up to do, babe.”
Oh shit. Mandy’s folds twitched inside the confines of her already damp panties. When Ethan called her ‘babe’ in that husky tone of voice, she knew she was in trouble. He buried his face in her neck, his lips now trailing slow, hot kisses over her throat. She moaned, clutching at the front of his shirt.
She couldn’t find the voice to respond, could only whimper when Ethan reached her mouth and caught her lower lip between his, nipping and then sucking on it. Unstoppable moisture pooled in the crotch of her underwear as he soothed the scant bites of his teeth with his tongue right before he seized her entire mouth in his.
Ethan moved against her very slowly, as if to relieve the ache in him from the burning need to have contact with her. He only managed to make her own ache feel even more intense. He moved his hand from her outer thigh to slip beneath the hem of her dress and cup her mound over her panties. Her heat and wetness felt magnified by his touch, especially when he brushed his hand back and forth, creating a maddening friction. Mandy whined and began to move against his hand in lust-induced desperation.
And yet just as they were building a tempo together, Ethan backed away.
His breathing was fast and raw as he lifted a hand to run through his loose hair. His eyes were fixed hungrily on her while she stood there with breasts heaving.
“It’s not going to be like this – a hard dirty fucking in my dressing room like you were some expendable groupie,” Ethan said gruffly, snatching her to him again. “I want to make slow, sweet love to you, Mandy. Soon. I just…damn. It’s hard to stay in control around you.”
“Have you ever wondered that maybe I don’t want you in control all the time?” she asked, linking her hands behind his head. “I miss the way we express ourselves through our passion…the fire we make. I know you’ve been holding back to show how much you really care but…I think we’re ready. I want you, Ethan.”