To Save His Mate(23)

Skimming his hand down her side, over her hip, to her thigh, Ethan took in the feel of her satiny skin. Her entire body felt as though it were made of silk. He knew the models had been waxed, and his mouth watered as the thought of her being bare—everywhere—went through his mind.

His fingers trailed back up to her hip, tracing the edge of her bikini bottoms before he cupped her mound, moaning at the heat he found. Good grief, the woman would kill him. He’d have a serious problem getting his dick down before their photos, but he was a man on a mission, and that mission involved Lacy shattering in his arms.

She made no move to stop him, so Ethan took that as consent and slipped his middle finger under the fabric.

Damn, she felt so soft and smooth, and his hips bucked forward with a mind of their own. When he slowly traced the seam of her labia, Lacy’s head dropped back, her breaths coming shallow and quick.

Beautiful.

Parting her folds, Ethan slid his finger down to her opening before drawing her slick juices back up to her clit. The little bud was swollen and erect, and he enjoyed the tremor that passed through her as he gently rubbed the tiny nub.

“Pull your top to the side, Lacy. Let me see your beautiful breasts.” Shit, he was practically snarling at her, but there was nothing he could do. His beast was dangerously close to the surface, though he seemed content to just watch for now, leaving Ethan with at least a little control.

Lacy looked up at him with her expression slightly dazed and her lids heavy. He’d put that sultry look in her eyes, and Ethan smiled. She seemed to study him for a moment then her gaze moved down to his lips, and she leaned in for another scorching kiss.

At first, he thought she hadn’t heard what he’d said then he felt her hands slide between them and pull the small triangles of fabric to the side, leaving her erect nipples rubbing against his chest.

What he wouldn’t give to be anywhere else but here in the woods right now. Somewhere private, where he could strip them both completely bare and finally have her beneath him. Sadly, today was not that day.

Their time was short, but he knew how to make the most of it. A woman’s G-spot was a wonderful thing, and he knew just how to hit hers from this position.

Continuing to kiss her, Ethan eased one finger inside her snug little channel. She was hot and tight, causing his dick to throb beneath the zipper of his jeans.

This was sure to create a horrific case of blue-balls, but it would be worth it.

Lacy couldn’t breathe.

Ethan had her as his willing prisoner, his hands torturing her with their exquisite touch. When one thick finger delved inside, she couldn’t stop her hips from jerking forward, wantonly seeking a deeper penetration.

What was happening to her? He was making her wild with a need like she’d never experienced. Lacy wanted to get closer, wanted to climb is hard body, strip them both down to their skin and explore every delectable inch of him.

As his fingers worked their magic below, his lips worked theirs on hers before moving on to her neck. He blazed a hot trail down to her collarbone, nibbling gently, never breaking the rhythm he’d set with his finger, a pace that made her hotter by the minute. It was hard to concentrate on anything but the sensations running through her body.

When his warm mouth covered one hard nipple, Lacy would have melted to the ground if not for his strong hold around her waist. He continued pumping his finger into her, adding another before speeding up his pace.

She felt her release approaching, building low in her belly and…

“Oh, God! Ethan!”

He curled his fingers toward her pelvic bone and kept up his assault, rubbing over her throbbing clit with his thumb now as her orgasm exploded. His lips covered hers, taking in her cries as he held her close, never letting up and wringing every bit of pleasure he could from her trembling body.

When he slowly pulled his hand from her bikini bottoms, making sure they were back in place, Lacy felt her face heat with embarrassment. Had she really allowed Ethan to finger-fuck her in the middle of the woods? What the hell had she been thinking? Anyone could have walked up on them!

She hadn’t been thinking, and that was the problem. Whenever this man got within arm’s reach, her mind seemed to shut down, reason and common sense taking a backseat to lust and some animal attraction she had no idea how to deal with.

Quickly righting her top, Lacy took a step back on shaky legs, struggling to even out her breathing. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You’re amazing, Lacy,” Ethan replied, his voice little more than a husky growl. “The way you respond to my touch is beautiful.”

“Oh, God!” Lacy buried her face in her hands and shook her head in embarrassment.