Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Just not yet.
Not yet.
My arm slides around her waist, and I force her to straddle me, cupping her head and bringing her mouth to mine, and I can taste her need on my tongue, taste how much she needs the release she thinks she needs now. But she’s not ready. She twists her fingers around the cotton of my T-shirt and tears her mouth from mine. “Ethan.” There is a plea in her voice, as if she is asking for something but doesn’t know what.
But I do.
I dive my fingers into her hair and tilt her gaze to mine. “It’s time. I’m going to spank you now. I want you to lay across my lap.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Sofia
Ihave a moment of uncertainty, of fear, but then Ethan says, “Trust me,” and strokes my hair from my face as he whispers, “I will never hurt you.”
And the truth is, I believe him. It’s unbelievable to realize how much. Deep down I know his words are honest. I know he’s honest. He’s real. “I know,” I whisper. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never—”
He kisses me, and somehow, it’s as tender as it is demanding. “I like being your first,” he says. “I like the idea of being the only one even more.”
I don’t even allow myself to read into that confession. We’re in the moment. He’s not talking about forever. It’s a sex kink. Just that. He shifts me to my back and leans over me before pressing my knees together and kissing them. “This is just you and me, baby. What happens between us is our little secret to share.” He pushes to his feet.
I scramble to a sitting position and pull my knees to my chest while he starts unbuttoning his shirt. Yes please, I think. Finally, he’s undressing. He toes off his shoes, and when he tosses his shirt aside, his body is muscle and hotness, and I’m lost in the trail of hair from his belly button to his pants, which don’t seem to be coming off. He’s already stepping back in front of me. No, I think. No, that’s not what’s supposed to happen.
He sits down next to me and shifts to face me, his hands settling on my calves. “What are you thinking about?”
“Just you. Us. Just this.””
“That’s what this is all about. Nothing but us. Pleasure. Escape. The inability to think of anything else for a tiny sliver of time. It’s not about kink. It’s about trust and escape from everything that isn’t in the moment with us. And it’s about the rush and passion that follows, and I promise you that’s like nothing you have ever known. And I want to spank you because I want to feel those things with you, Sofia. Do you want to feel them with me?”
“You’ve spanked someone before?”
“I’ve had my share of kink, baby, but I told you, that’s not what this is, not with us. I want to do everything with you and to you that you want, that you need, too. I know I keep saying this, but maybe if I say it enough, you’ll believe me. You’re different, Sofia. So fucking different, you make my head spin. You make me crazy, and I seem to like your kind of crazy.” His mouth crashes over mine, and my body softens, knees lowering as he drags me close and folds me under his arm, his hand on my breast, and somehow I end up on my knees facing his lap.
And when our lips part, we’re breathing together, and my hand is on his chest. “Ethan,” I whisper, and I’m not even sure why or what I’m asking. I think…I’m saying yes. I want this. I want how he makes me feel. How he pushes me out of my comfort zone and into something wholly different. I want to live in a place where grief and fear don’t rule my life, and that’s here, with him. He strokes my hair from my face, his touch somehow as sexy as it is tender, and he studies me, searching my face for something I cannot name. Something that tells him what to do next, and that’s what really gets to me with him, really speaks to me. He’s not looking inside himself for what comes next. He’s looking to me.
Finally, he captures my chin, our gazes colliding. “I’ll tell you before I spank you. Then I’ll do it five times. Each time a little harder. You count with me. Okay?”
My nipples pucker where they press to his chest, so tight they ache. “Yes,” is all I manage, my voice croaking out.
“And then you’re going to straddle me, and we’re going to fuck.”
I nod, but he doesn’t like that. “Say yes, Sofia. I need to know you know what is happening. I need to know you want it.”