by Mari Carr
“Assume the position,” he said, his voice husky, deep, sexy as hell. “Or should I say positions? We’re going to do so many things tonight, Rachel, you’ll need to keep a list to remember them all. Now are you going to play nice or do I need to whip out the handcuffs already?”
“You brought your handcuffs?” she asked breathlessly, the idea of being restrained one of her favorite fantasies.
He laughed softly. “Oh yeah, what kind of cop would I be if I traveled without them?”
His close proximity, the smell of his cologne, slowly eased her fears and she felt her inner minx emerging, ready to play. “What about your gun?” she asked. “Did you bring that too?” As she spoke she reached behind her, teasing his erection with her fingers to make her meaning clear.
He took her hand in his and pushed her palm firmly against the front placket of his jeans, letting her feel his undeniable arousal. “Oh yeah, baby. I brought the big gun tonight and believe me, it’s loaded and ready to roll.”
She wanted to giggle at his jest, but she couldn’t spare the breath as her body fought to draw in any air that wasn’t filled with his amazingly seductive scent.
He moved far enough away to turn her to face him. Once he had her in the position he wanted, he crowded her against the door and leaned down to kiss her.
She’d expected awkward conversation, a slow buildup, anything except the power of this moment. Ethan was kissing her, touching her with such need, such desire, she wanted to cry with the realization that she’d spent a lifetime without this feeling.
She pulled away for a second to suck in a breath. “God,” she panted. “Too much.”
“Not enough,” he muttered, gripping her head in his hands, claiming her lips once more.
She pulled him closer, her fingers digging into the material of his shirt. He deepened the kiss and she struggled to process everything that was happening to her. Her blood felt as if it were literally boiling.
This can’t be happening. Stuff like this doesn’t happen to me.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured against her lips. “Just let it happen.”
Let it happen. Let it happen.
The words played in her mind like the chorus of her favorite song as his hands left her face to cup her breasts. Why she expected him to be gentle now after the intensity of his kisses, she didn’t know, but when he roughly palmed her sensitive flesh, pinching her nipples through her dress, she had to break again for air.
“God, need…air,” she muttered as he growled, unhappy at being denied her lips. His freshly shaven face rubbed against her cheek as he descended on her neck. Damn, she loved having her neck kissed. The sensation sent a tingling feeling clear down to her toes. His hands tightened on her breasts as he covered her skin with hot, wet kisses. “Oh yeah. Right there. More,” she demanded, reaching up to run her hands through his soft, dark hair, wrapping her leg around his to pull him even closer.
Ethan pulled back at her words and she hissed.
“My fierce little kitten,” he said, attempting to take a step away from her. She followed his retreat and he gave her a husky laugh that sent her hackles up, harsh words rising to her throat. He stopped her tirade with a finger against her lips. “Hush, Doc. If we don’t stop now, I’ll take you against that door.”
She shrugged. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she said, yanking him close again.
“Not my plan,” he said, untangling her fingers from his shirt and taking her hands into his. He pulled her toward the couch before seemingly changing his mind. “Where’re the list and the book?”
“Bedroom,” she admitted, foolishly thinking if she’d kept them out of sight, she could dissuade him from his seduction plans with a calm, reasonable conversation in her living room. She’d convinced herself all day that he’d eventually come to his senses and jilt her. Barring that, she’d made a list of all the reasons why they shouldn’t embark on an affair.
As he tugged her quickly down the hallway to her bedroom, she scrambled to think of one of those damn reasons now.
Christ, she had a ton of them. What were they? Where the hell was her notebook?
Ah ha! The age difference.
“I’m way too old for you,” she blurted out as they crossed the threshold into her bedroom. Mercifully, she knew how lame her willpower was and she’d changed the sheets and hidden the pile of discarded undies.
“Says who?” he asked, turning to pull the straps of her dress over her shoulders.
“Says me,” she replied, swatting away his nimble fingers.
Undeterred by her pitiful attempts at evasion, he pulled the dress down to her waist while continuing to dodge her hands. When she realized she was practically naked from the waist up, she stood speechless for a moment as he gripped her waist and stared at her with a too-satisfied look on his face.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well what?”
“You know it’s not too late to change your mind. I could always find another guy to ‘do this thing’ with me,” she said, mimicking his words from the front porch.
He scoffed at her words, an honest-to-God scoff. “You try to find another younger guy and I’ll be forced to beat the poor bastard to a pulp. This challenge is all mine.”
She had to grin at his comment. It was so typically Ethan. Throughout his PT sessions, they’d had so many heart-to-heart discussions on such a wide variety of topics, she couldn’t begin to remember a time when she hadn’t felt as if she knew everything about him. He was open, honest and competitive as hell. Of course he would view this challenge as a game he wanted to play to win.
He reached out to tweak one of her nipples and she gasped, thrilled by the look of lust in his gaze.
“So you don’t think I’m too old for you?” she asked again, foolishly needing his reassurance.
“I think you’re hot as hell and I can’t wait to fuck your brains out.”
His words, so typically young and crude, caught her off-guard and she laughed. “Somehow I think I sort of proved a point on that one, but I’m not sure how.”
“Give me your list and take off that dress. I want to see if your panties are as sexy as that bra.” His face, his words, were too intent, too serious. She licked her lips, though not from nervousness but excitement. She’d worried about her body turning him off all day, but he genuinely seemed to like what he saw. She retrieved her Kama Sutra list, handing it to him before tackling the zipper on the side of the dress.
She studied his face as she shimmied out of the tight sheath. He didn’t look up, but instead read each position she’d listed on the page. She wished she could see his eyes, see what he thought of her choices.
“Did you list these in any particular order?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered, trying to stop herself from tackling him to the floor and having her wicked way with him. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” Her need must have sounded in her voice because he glanced up.
“Damn. I knew it,” he murmured.
“Knew what?”
“Knew I’d never be able to escape the image of you standing there, just like that. You are so sexy, Rachel.”
“You think so?” she asked, turning slowly in a circle, grinning seductively when his gaze darkened.
“Take off the underwear and lie on your back.”
His deep voice was demanding and she suddenly understood why he was such a good police officer. Criminals must fall in line under his commanding presence. Before she could think of another item on her list of reasons to refuse him, she unhooked her bra and shed her panties.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, immediately rolling her eyes at the inane question. They were in her bedroom with a list of Kama Sutra positions. What the hell did she think they were going to do?
“I thought we’d split the bamboo first,” he replied easily. She shivered as she recalled the picture of that position. She’d chosen it because it was a fairly easy one to perform and didn’t require her t
o be Nadia Fucking Comaneci. Splitting the Bamboo was actually one of the least risqué of her choices. She simply needed to lie on her back while Ethan took her missionary style. The bamboo splitting was achieved when she lifted one leg straight up over Ethan’s shoulder.
She wondered why he’d chosen that one at all. Then she stopped wondering and instead felt grateful for his thoughtfulness. Some of her other choices had taken every bit of her nerve just to write on the list. By starting simply, perhaps it would make it easier to work their way up to the much more challenging positions. Splitting the Bamboo would be an easy one for them to get to know each other.
He didn’t move until she was in the proper place, then he stepped to the side of the bed. While she watched, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Each inch of bare skin revealed left her squirming and needy. He watched her movements with a pleased grin as he dropped the soft cotton to the floor.
His hands drifted down his stomach to the fastening of his jeans. As he worked at releasing the erection she could see clearly confined there, she gripped the sheets in her fists, fighting her body’s overwhelming reaction to his sexy striptease.
“Hurry up,” she whispered, not hesitating to issue a few demands of her own.
He shook his head and stopped undressing. “Are you wet?”
Heat crept to her face at his question. Her ex-husband’s idea of dirty talk was wanting to know if she’d showered before coming to bed.
“Don’t,” he said, leaning over her, his hands on either side of her head. Though he covered her completely, no part of his body brushed against hers—more’s the pity.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t think. Not tonight. Give that lovely brain of yours the night off. Tonight is about the pleasures of flesh.”
She nodded her agreement. “Pleasure sounds cool,” she said, forcing a lightness into her voice that simply wasn’t there. Every word, every move he made sunk her deeper into the well of need and desire.
He rose and repeated his question. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Show me.” Her eyes must have betrayed her confusion as he clarified, “Open your legs and touch yourself. Let me see all that hot juice you’ve made just for me.”
She spread her legs apart, slowly dragging her hands along her chest, toying briefly with her breasts and reveling in making Ethan do a bit of squirming as well. As her fingers made their way along her body, he resumed his undressing and she detected a definite increase in the speed with which he moved.
This is fun.
When her hands reached the hair covering her pussy, he pushed his pants down.
Officer Russell went commando.
He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows, reminding her of her task. She dragged her hand along her slit, her fingers quickly covered with the glistening proof of her arousal.
He took his cock in his hand and she physically fought back a gasp at the sexy sight of him touching himself so intimately.
Clearly not all men were created equal and for a moment, she wondered if Ethan hadn’t gotten her ex-husband’s share of the booty as well. She chuckled to herself at the irony of that thought then quickly dismissed Alex from her mind as she watched Ethan pull his hand along his rock-hard, thick, long, unbelievably inviting cock.
“Wow,” she muttered and Ethan grinned.
“You act as if you’ve never seen a dick before,” he said lightly.
“Only one and it wasn’t even half as big as—” She stopped talking and glanced up. Ethan’s hand had stopped moving against his flesh and she wanted him to start again.
“Only one?”
She shrugged. “Um, yes?” she asked, not sure what it was about her confession that bothered him.
“You’ve only been with one man. Your ex-husband, right?”
“Of course my ex-husband,” she replied.
“How long have you been divorced?”
For a man who’d previously been ready to skip the small talk and get right to business, he sure was killing the mood now.
“Six years.”
His grin reappeared and his hand moved against his cock more roughly.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked, spellbound by the sexiness of his movements.
“No. I should warn you right now, I like my sex hard and sweaty.”
As easily as that, he’d taken the temperature in the room back to something the equivalent of living on the sun.
He gestured to her hand with a nod. “Show me,” he said, repeating his earlier demand. She ran her hand along the opening of her pussy, gasping at the feeling produced by just her fingers and his hot gaze. She lifted her hand to him. He took it in his own, pulling it toward his mouth.
She cried out when his tongue cleaned each digit, sucking them one by one into his warm mouth.
“God, Ethan. That is so hot.”
He grinned. “You know what I like about you?”
She shook her head.
“Every thought you have, you say out loud.”
“And you like this?” she asked with disbelief. Most people of her acquaintance found that little habit completely annoying.
“I never have to guess where I stand with you.”
“That’s not always a good thing, you know,” she replied, and he laughed and shrugged as if unconcerned.
“Times like now, it’s a very good thing. I want you to tell me exactly how you feel tonight. Maybe it would make it more fun if you added an ‘oh yes’ or a ‘fuck me harder’ or an ‘Ethan, you’re a God’ to the end of every sentence.”
She laughed. “I’ll try to bear that in mind.”
“We could always practice now,” he added as he dropped to his knees on the floor and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. His hot breath caressed her aching flesh as he bent and she gasped when he placed a wet, open-mouth French kiss on her vagina.
“Holy shit,” she muttered as he chuckled.
“That’s not a bad variation either.” He repeated the kiss, lingering this time, his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy. She fought to remain still but her traitorous hips couldn’t resist the temptation of following his mouth, his lips. His teeth teased her clit mercilessly until she cried out, “Fuck me, Ethan!”
He stood slowly and pulled a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants. He put it on while she fought the sensations pummeling her body, fighting for more.
“Oh God, please fuck me.”
Standing beside the bed, he placed the head of his cock at her wet opening and she threw her head back against the mattress. “Get inside me. Get inside me,” she demanded, unconcerned by her wayward tongue. It was clear she’d never be able to hide the truth of his effect on her body.
His push into her was too torturously slow, but every time she tried to lift her hips to take in more of him, he halted her with firm hands.
“Harder,” she begged.
He shook his head, refusing her. He was big and filling her so perfectly, she knew she couldn’t rest ’til she had every bit of him crammed inside.
“You said hard and sweaty,” she taunted.
“Too tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “Only halfway.”
Her eyes widened at his words. This was only half?
“See why I’m going slow?” he asked, sweat running down his cheek. “Six years is a damn long time, Rachel.”
He moved another inch forward and she gasped at the electrical shock that coursed through her body. “What the hell was that?”
He grinned. “Think I found your G-spot.” He moved out a bit and hit the same spot. She cried out.
“Oh yeah,” he said, rubbing along the same area until she was shaking, writhing, arching with the pleasurable sensations he was provoking inside her. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
She screamed as his strokes pushed her into the most powerful orgasm of her life.
“What the hell was that?” she repeated after several mo
ments. Her body was completely sated, utterly replete, and she felt as if she were floating on air.
“Awesome,” he whispered.
As she became more aware, she realized he was completely inside her and still hard as a rock. “You didn’t come.”
“I’m not finished. I believe you wanted to try a little something called Splitting the Bamboo.”
He reached down to grip her right ankle, pulling her leg straight up until it rested on his shoulder. As he moved her into the position, she felt his cock push even farther inside, until he was so deep she wanted to cry with relief. This was how she wanted him. How she needed him.
“Ready?” he asked and she nodded with a grin. “Gotta warn you,” he added. “After watching you come like that, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold back this time. My balls are about to burst.”
She laughed and reached down with her left hand to cup his testicles. He sucked in a sharp breath at her tantalizing touch. “Oh Ethan, you’re a God,” she teased as she squeezed his balls.
He laughed only briefly before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back inside her in one hard thrust. As quickly as that, her body responded and she felt another orgasm beginning to build. He paused for just a moment before repeating the motion. Each rough shove into her body was followed by a short respite. After five times, she realized he was still trying to hold back, still trying to make it last—for her.
“Fuck me,” she said during yet another pause. He looked at her closely. “No more stopping. I want you to take me hard…now.”
Her request released the dragon from his lair as Ethan gave her exactly what she asked for. On each thrust he stroked her G-spot, driving her so high she felt as if she were on top of the world. She was flying. She was soaring. For the first time in her life, she understood what all the fuss was about. Sex rocked!
“Come with me,” he demanded and she dove from the cliff, not needing to be asked twice.
Chapter Three
Rachel wasn’t certain how long she’d dozed, but when she awoke, she found herself facing her new best friend.
“Well hello there,” she said to Ethan’s very-awake, very-ready-to-play cock.
