Kiss Me at Midnight(18)
Author: Diane Alberts

“Good.” He gripped the bottom of her dress and twisted it in his hands. “But right now, you need to lose the clothes.”

She lifted her butt and pulled her dress out from under her. “Yes, please.”

When she started to remove her dress, he grabbed her hands, stopping her. Without a reason or explanation why, he caught her mouth again, this time softer and sweeter. The intense burning was still there, but alongside it was tenderness. She opened her mouth, inviting him in.

He lifted her dress higher, breaking away only to pull it over her head. When she pulled his shirt over his head, she sucked in a deep breath and took him in—his broad shoulders, his tight abs, his tribal tattoo on his pec. She didn’t have a whole lot of time to study it before he cupped her cheek and kissed her, his tongue flicking across her lips and into her mouth.

She held on to his hard bicep with one hand and rested her other one over his heart. His fingers flexed on her jaw, and his free hand slid up her leg. When he touched her inner thigh, just barely brushing against her clit, she tightened her grip on him.

He made her feel so much. More than mere desire. But she didn’t want to feel more.

Didn’t want to want more when more wasn’t possible.

He lowered his lips to her neck, then to her shoulder. When he slid her closer to the edge of the counter and took her bra off, she shut her thoughts off and traced the contours of his chest. He was so hard and hot and male.

She put her hands on his waistband, undoing the button with a turn of her wrist, but he backed out of reach. “Nope. Not yet.”

She opened her eyes. “Yes, now.”

“First…” His hand came back into view. “Taste this.”

He had whipped cream on his finger. The whipped cream she’d made to go with the apple pie and apparently left out on the counter. Her pulse hiked up a decimal point or two. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the tip of his finger. “Mm. That’s good.”

His eyes darkened as he watched her tongue move over him, licking him clean, and his jaw ticked. Reaching back into the bowl, he got another scoop on his finger. “Let me have a taste.”

She grinned, anxious to see where he would put it. When he traced his fingertip over her nipple, she gasped and arched her back, shifting her weight on the edge of the countertop. “Oh my God.”

He lowered his head and licked her, running his tongue over the sensitive bud with one long stroke. Then, he sucked her deep into his mouth and scraped his teeth against her. When he pulled back and got another finger full of the cream, she gripped the edge of the counter tight.

He was going to kill her.

“I need another turn.” He ran his free hand over her bare stomach, creeping close to her panties, but not quite delivering. “I don’t know what tasted better, you or the whipped cream.”

With his free hand, he put more whipped cream on her other breast, and she closed her eyes, giving herself over to him completely.

…

Ethan closed his mouth around her nipple, rolling his tongue over the hard bud and sucking up every drop of whipped cream. Her body undulated against him, her pelvis thrusted against his cock. Fuck, a man could get used to this.

She whimpered when he scraped his teeth over her nipple, so he did it again, only a little rougher this time. She dropped her head back, her neck arching gracefully. For a second, he pulled back and just looked at her.

She was f**king perfect. Gorgeous.

If ever a woman called for him to change his loner ways, it was her.

He flexed his fingers on her, sliding closer to her sweet pu**y. She rolled her hips and pressed even closer, obviously wanting more than he was giving. Good. He was more than willing to give it to her.

He traced his finger down her slit, then slid underneath her satin panties. His fingers came away soaked. Fuck, he was ready for her, too. Had been before he even walked through the door. He thrust a finger inside of her, grunting when her inner muscles clamped down.

Capturing her mouth again, he swallowed her cries of pleasure. He loved the noises she made when she got excited. Loved the way she clung to him, as if she was going to float away if she didn’t. Hell, if he let himself, he could easily fall in love with her.

Aw, f**k no. He hadn’t thought that.

He backed out of her arms, his eyes flying open. Hers did the same, and she looked at him in surprise. “Ethan?”

He shook his head and ran his hands down his face, trembling from what he’d just thought. Of what he was feeling, damn it. “I…I…”

Holy shit f**k. This was bad. Really bad.

“What’s wrong?” She hopped off of the counter and came closer to him. “What happened?”

He needed to get his shit together. He didn’t actually love her. He’d simply thought it would be easy to fall for her, is all. And even if he did fall for her—hypothetically—it wouldn’t change this fling they had going. Wouldn’t change them. “I just needed a second.”

She blinked at him, a confused expression on her face. Seeing her standing there, topless with only a pair of black panties on, made his stomach clench down. He took the step that distanced them and hauled her into his arms. Without another word, he kissed her with all the frustration and confusion he felt.

She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. When she pressed her almost-naked length against him, he blessedly stopped thinking. He backed her up against the countertop again, this time spinning her around. He palmed her ass, his eyes taking in the view, then he slapped her lightly.

“Ethan,” she uttered, bending forward against the counter, her breath coming out in tiny little pants. He slapped her again, his gut clenching when she cried out and pressed even closer, begging for more.

He grit his teeth. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

She looked over her shoulder and licked her lips, pressing back into his hand. “Do it again.”

“Oh, I will.” He slapped her again, then knelt behind her. Reaching out, he slowly brought her panties down her thighs, inch by agonizing inch. “And I think I know just what to do next.”

Her thighs trembled when he spread her wider, then slid his hand in between them, watching his finger trace her entrance. “You have no idea how hot you look right now.”

“Ethan,” she whimpered, her voice cracking.

Moving even closer, he thrust a finger inside of her, watching as it disappeared inside her body. She cried out and gripped the edge of the counter top, her entire body going tight. He bit her ass cheek, sliding another finger inside of her with the first.