To Save His Mate(34)

“Lacy, baby, you have to stop.”

“Why?” she purred, rubbing her cheek over his chest, her hands sliding down his back to cup his jean-clad ass in her small hands.

“Because, if you don’t, I’ll lose control. I want to be gentle with you. You deserve that.”

“You have no idea what I deserve, and right now, I’m not looking for gentle. I’m looking for passion. I’m looking for that wild man I glimpsed in our first photo shoot. The savage man who was stalking me in the woods.”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Yes, I do. Give it to me, Ethan. Don’t make me beg.”

And she would, he could see it in the depths of her violet eyes.

That would not happen. He would never make this woman do more than ask for anything she wanted. Hell, he would do his best to anticipate her needs and see that each and every one was met for the rest of her life.

She was his.

“Never. You’ll never have to beg me for anything. There’s nothing I would deny you,” Ethan whispered in her ear, and her heart melted. Perhaps, she had found her Prince Charming at last.

His hands were back at her shorts now, and Lacy did her best to help him remove them, though she shouldn’t have bothered. No, Ethan simply jerked the things down her legs before zeroing in on the tiny black thong she wore beneath.

He was magnificent. His muscular chest rising and falling with every quick breath, the grace of his lean body, and the strength that he kept tightly in check… All of it served to make her so hot, Lacy swore the sheets would ignite.

She watched in fascination as his head dipped and he inhaled, a low sound coming from deep within his chest. “You’re so ready for me. I can smell your arousal, Lacy. I want to taste it.” His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties as he slid them over her hips and down her legs in one smooth motion.

Lacy couldn’t speak as she watched him move between her legs, his eyes locked with hers, a hypnotic glow emanating from their depths as he lowered himself. Lifting her thighs over his broad shoulders, he treated her to a truly wicked grin before lowering his head to her bare mound and delivering a long, leisurely lick.

Lacy cried out, grateful for his hands at her hips; otherwise she would have flown off the bed. His hot mouth was on her, his tongue parting her folds, plunging inside then sliding up to flicker over her clit. Holy hell! Her past lovers had never zeroed in on that spot so soon. They’d usually fumbled about until she’d steered them there herself.

Already, her orgasm was building, that wonderful tightness gathering in her womb. Just when she thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better, she felt one thick finger ease inside her, and her eyes sprang open.

She was panting now. There was no way to form words with her body on the brink, and when he worked a second digit into her, she felt her inner muscles contract around the invasion.

“You’re so close, Lacy. I want to see you come for me again. You’re so beautiful when you shatter.”

Dear God, his words only served to make her even hotter. Her breaths were so shallow now she feared she may pass out. The pressure building was so intense, it was bordering on pain. Her release right was there but still not close enough.

“Please.”

“I’ve got you. I’ll always have you. Just let go, Lacy. Don’t fight it.”

The pace of his thrusting fingers picked up, his mouth returning to her core with a suckling kiss that had her seeing stars.

He was right; she was fighting it, but the sensations were so intense they frightened her. Never before had anything felt so good…

His fingers crooked inside her, rubbing some secret spot within her channel, at the same time his tongue pressed the distended bundle of nerves it was laving, and her body went rigid.

The most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced tore through her body with devastating force, leaving her limp and shaking in its wake.

Ethan stood and removed his pants, his thick erection springing forth, before slowly making his way up her body. He cupped her face in his hands, the look in his eyes causing her breathing to stall in her chest. There was so much love shining there. Love that was directed at her, and Lacy felt her heart lurch.

His lips met hers in a sweet kiss that brought tears to her eyes. She was sure she could feel his love spilling through and made sure he would feel her own. Yes, she had every intention of keeping him, as well.

Sure, she was a romantic. It was something she inherited from her mother, and from the first time she’d seen Ethan, Lacy had known he was special.

His body was aligned with hers, though he seemed perfectly content to continue kissing her. Lacy wanted all of him though, wanted to feel them joined as one, as they found ecstasy in each other’s arms.