Bad in Bed (6 page)

Briefly, he closed his eyes and lowered his
head. When he looked back at her, his eyes were sharp, glowing. “I don’t want
you thinking I’m taking advantage of what you’ve been through.”

Her smile grew as she continued to circle his
palm. “I don’t.” She snuggled against him, rubbing her mouth against his. “I
want this. Want you.”

It seemed all the encouragement he needed,
because he banded his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. “Not sure
what it is about you,” he grated as he took her mouth. “You drive me
senseless.”

Amber was sure she’d never driven a man
senseless before and had a moment to wonder if it was merely his current libido
talking, but then Ethan’s hand covered her breast again, driving rational
thought from her head.

His determined hand worked her flesh, his thumb
doing exquisite damage to her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. The
mouth that claimed hers felt soft, but Ethan’s kiss was hot and determined, his
tongue mimicking the tormenting flick of his thumb as it worked across her
nipple.

She almost grumbled a denial when he stopped
the torturous movement of his thumb and moved his hand from her breast, but
then he shifted her so he could take off her bolero. Amber gave her scars a
fleeting thought, but then his fingers curled around the strap of her dress and
slowly, far too bloody slowly, he slipped the strap from her shoulder.

His hands didn’t stop as he reached around and with
equal stealth drew down the short zipper of her dress. Slipping the other
strap, he eased down the bodice.

Air brushed over her naked skin and she drew in
a breath as her nipples were freed from their thin cotton covering.

Molten heat radiated from Ethan’s eyes as his
gaze tracked down to her breasts. His breathing hitched, giving Amber
spectacular pleasure in the knowledge her body had that effect on him. He toyed
with her nipples, sending delicious heat burning down her body and zooming
between her legs.

Amber’s head fell back as he continued the
slow, delicious torture. When his thumbs left her nipples she murmured a
complaint but then felt the hot, wet heat of his mouth cover her breast.

If she hadn’t been sitting, her legs might have
collapsed because they felt liquid, numb. She squirmed with pleasure as his
tongue began a slow, steady slide over her nipple. Circling, flicking. All the
while the heat of his mouth covered her sensitive breast, sending delicious
shivers through her body.

His free hand slid down to her knee and she
opened her legs slightly as his fingers slipped over her thigh and moved
upward. He drew his mouth from her breast and touched his lips to hers.
“Wider,” he ordered, his tone dark and sexy as his mouth moved against hers.

Swallowing, Amber obliged. She wanted him to
touch her, to slide his hand up, to use his fingers to satisfy the ache
building between her legs. Desire swam deep in her core. It was a new, agonizingly
pleasurable experience. Vaguely, she wondered if Ethan was deliberately making
her wait, because his hand didn’t move from her thigh. Damn him. She wiggled
her body closer, but still he didn’t take the hint. Was she doing something
wrong?
 

Nerves pushed through the pleasure, making her wonder
whether she really was so bloody bad at all this that Trevor had been right.
She tensed at the thought, drawing her knees together and straightening up. She
met Ethan’s gaze, puzzled to see dark desire still burning in his eyes. What
was going on?

“I didn’t tell you to close your legs.” His
tone was so low it was almost menacing, but Amber wasn’t afraid. In fact, her
confidence soared. The eroticism of his voice, the predatory way his fingers
walked up her thigh, the hooded eyes that gleamed their desire all indicated
she was obviously doing something right.

Air brushed over her legs as the path of
Ethan’s determined fingers pushed her skirt higher. “Open your legs, gorgeous.
And don’t stop until I say it’s enough.”

Eagerly, she did as he said and opened her legs
as wide as the tightness of her skirt would allow.

When she reached the limit, he smiled a feral
smile. “That’ll do. For now.”

Amber swallowed again, her mouth dry but her
pussy weeping with erotic anticipation.

His fingers reached toward her heat, then
retreated as his hooded gaze drove into hers.

She wanted to scream at him to touch her, but
he was already hoisting himself above her, pushing her slowly back until she
was lying diagonally across the leather sofa. Her breasts were exposed, and
Ethan took a long, leisurely perusal. He hooked his fingers into the top of her
dress, which lay at her waist, and started pulling it down.

Naked, except for her sandals, she shivered.

Ethan remained fully dressed in his white linen
shirt and trousers.

It was so hopelessly erotic, Amber licked her
lips. “It’s not exactly fair,” she complained breathily as she ran her hands up
his forearms. “We should even things up a bit.”

“What did you have in mind, green eyes?”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth,
managing to undo two buttons of his shirt before he caught her wrists. “Not
yet.”

Amber looked up at him beneath lowered lashes.
“Why not?”

He placed his knee between her legs and leaned
over her until he could brace himself on his forearms. “Because I’ve got plans
and they don’t involve me naked being just yet.”

Plans, Amber thought dazedly. What exactly did
he have in store for her?

She didn’t have to wait long for the answer,
because Ethan dropped his mouth to hers and began a slow, erotic kiss that made
her head spin. His tongue teased, flicked, and probed, taunting her with the
promise of what was to come when he finally got inside her. The spinning
feeling intensified. Damn good thing she was lying down, because she felt
completely boneless.

Ethan’s hot mouth moved to her neck, his lips
toying with her earlobe before tracing down the side of her neck and to her
throat. Lightly, he flicked his tongue over the little notch at her collarbone.

She bucked, her breath hitching. Hell. Who knew
that was a particularly erogenous zone? She closed her eyes as his mouth moved
lower, his tongue sliding over her breasts desperately close to her aching
nipples. First to the left, then to the right. So close but so far away. She
squirmed, trying to get her nipple to his mouth, but he was already sliding his
tongue down the centre of her body.

He shifted her hips, angling her to him as he
knelt on the floor. He circled her navel, touched the tip of his tongue to the
centre so that Amber squirmed again. Ethan glanced up, his wicked mouth turned
up at the corner. “Like that?”

“Like you don’t know,” she complained huskily.

He grinned. “Let’s find out what else you
like.” With his hands on her thighs he eased them open, gave one last
ridiculously sex grin, and then lowered his head.

As his hot breath brushed over her core, Amber
closed her eyes. She let her head fall back against the sofa cushion, losing
herself in the slow sweep of his tongue as it trailed down to the apex of her
thighs.

He ran a hand up the inside of her thigh,
letting his fingers dance near the spot where heat raged.

Amber bucked, trying to get closer to his
fingers, his mouth, but he kept both agonizingly still. “Will you please…”

“Patience is a virtue,” he muttered in that
low, gravelly voice. “You’re going to have to learn some.”

She shifted again, but felt his hand press down
on the top of her leg, anchoring her. “This works both ways,” she moaned as she
tried to catch her breath. “I can make you suffer.”

“I look forward to it.”

She heard him draw in a breath and let it out
on a sigh.

“You smell sweet,” he said so quietly she had
to strain to hear. “Will you taste the same?”

Dear God, if he’d just get on with it, he’d
find out. She shifted her hips once more, tried to angle herself onto her
elbows, but with his free hand he pushed her back down.

Watching her with those cool, blue eyes, he
slid his fingers through her curls and dipped his forefinger at the entrance to
her hot, slick pussy.

Amber held her breath, her body tense as she
waited.

At last he pushed his finger into her pulsing
folds, but only the tip.

She arched up, releasing her breath on a groan.
Damn and blast the man, what was wrong with him?

Still he watched her, but now the cool gaze had
turned blazing hot, and his hooded eyes were full of erotic promise. “More?”

She swallowed, nodded. “God. Yes.”

He rubbed the tip of his finger up and down her
folds, alternating between light strokes and pressing deeper.

Amber threw her arms back over her head,
arching her body up toward his chest as he bent over her. His linen shirt
brushed against her tight nipples and she gave a low moan.

Still he kept up the excruciating pace. Light.
Deep. Fast. Slow.

Her pleasure built, hot and overwhelming, until
she felt the stirrings of orgasm. Hell. He was barely touching her and she was
about to come. “Ethan…”

Her plea was answered when he found her clit,
working the sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb until Amber’s face flooded
with heat. Her chest heaved as she dragged in air and the room spun.

“Come.” His breathy demand floated down to her
as he pushed two fingers inside her. “I want to feel you come against my hand.”

Desperate for more, Amber bucked her hips.
“Deeper,” she ordered. “I want more. You. Inside me.”

He didn’t answer, but just kept working her
with those skilful fingers.

Vaguely, Amber registered his own breathing was
as unsteady as hers. The knowledge that he was gaining such pleasure from what
he was doing and how she was responding added to her own pleasure. In some deep
part of her she wondered if perhaps she was good at being with a man, at having
sex, at giving him satisfaction.

Then her brain shut off as her muscles clenched
and she jerked against his fingers and climaxed. She spun over and over, not
wanting to come down from the dazzling heights of her orgasm. As she began the
slow descent, she became aware that Ethan’s fingers were still deep inside her.
Opening her eyes, she found him watching her.

“Okay?”

Amber sank back against the sofa, feeling the
brush of cool leather against her heated skin. “Amazing.” She released the word
on a long and leisurely breath, unable to stop the smile curving her lips.

He returned it, his mouth kicking up at one
side. Boy oh boy, he had such a wicked, sexy smile. “Keep them open,” he said
as she started to close her legs. “I’ve felt you, scented you, now I need to
taste.”

He withdrew his fingers so slowly she felt
every delicious centimeter slide against her hot flesh. Keeping their gazes
locked, he raised his fingers to his mouth. With the tip of his tongue, he
tasted her cream, closing his eyes for an instant as if to savor her flavor.
When he opened his eyes, his hot blue gaze held hers.

It was so dangerously erotic lying there naked
while Ethan remained fully clothed, but enough was enough. “I want your clothes
off. Now.”

His laugh was more a low growl and he shook his
head. “Not yet. Like I said, I need to taste you.”

Amber’s sex clenched as he continued to suck
the fingers that had been deep inside her, and the heady pull of arousal built again
so swiftly she felt a tightening through her core.

Lowering his hand, he drew his tongue along his
bottom lip. “A nice taster, but now I want the real thing.” He moved between
her legs. “First hand.”

Bloody hell.

Her legs seemed frozen to the sofa. All she
could do was stare at him as he pressed his fingers against her inner thighs and
opened her pussy to his hot gaze.

Her experience with oral sex was pretty limited
as Trevor had never cared for pleasuring her like that. Although the bastard
had never baulked at the idea of a blow job. Yet, here was Ethan actually
taking his time and looking for all the world as if he were relishing the
experience.

He slid his hands to her knees and pushed them
up until she lay with her knees bent and erotically spread open for his
pleasure.

And hers. God. And hers.

Kneeling on the floor between her legs, his
gaze fixed on her pussy, Ethan teased one finger inside her. “Hot, wet, and
slick,” he said huskily. “You’re a fucking feast, gorgeous. Time to sample the
first course.”

He lowered his head and at the first flick of
his tongue Amber bucked violently and cried out. He worked her slowly, as if he
relishing every taste, every touch. The exquisite brush of his tongue, combined
with the more adamant assault of his finger as it slipped inside her, turned
her vision blurry again and the room began a slow delicious spin into orbit.

“Oh, God. Ethan…”

His tongue worked deeper, finding her clit.