Page 81 of Passionate Defense

“I can’t take anymore. Shut it off!”

Wildly wriggling beneath him, she searched between her legs for the control. Ethan found it first and gave the cord a firm tug. It came out with a pop and she fell back with bliss-filled relief onto the pillows.

“It’s official. You’ve killed me this time.”

Still winded, he flopped down beside her. “You’re not dead, but if you were, what a way to go.”

As he pulled her against him, her leg dragged through a wet spot. Lanie grimaced and wriggled away. “The bed is soaked. What happened?”

He grasped her under the arms then settled back with her on top of him. “You happened, and it was amazing. You’ve never done that before. It was probably the egg, or maybe the combination of the egg and me. Or it could have been the prolonged stimulation. Whatever the reason, we’ll need to recreate it because that was incredible.”

“What are you talking about? Did I pee?”

“That wasn’t pee.”

“Then what happened?”

His brow arched, and he shot her a wicked grin. “I made you sq—”

Before he got it out, realization dawned, and she clapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it!”

His fingers encircled her wrist and pulled it away. “But it was amazing. It had to have been the egg against your G-spot. You came so hard you squir—”

She stopped him again with the other hand, but he pulled that one away, too. Having claimed both her wrists, Lanie had no way to stop him, except by using her best courtroom haughty stare. “If you so much as utter the s-word, Ethan Fischer, I’ll never forgive you.”

“Lanie. Really, it’s okay. I read recently that only 17 percent of women can actually ejac—”

Her mouth slammed down on his as she tried to silence him with her lips. He rolled them away from the wet spot, not stopping until he was on top. His grin hadn’t faded in the least.

“I’m teasing. If those words bother you, we can call it something else. But I swear, it will be my life’s mission to make it happen again and again.”

Closing her eyes, she moaned out her disgrace as she buried her face in his neck. “I’m mortified. Why do we have to call it anything? I always thought it and the G-spot were a myth.”

“Lanie...look at me.”

She couldn’t, shaking her head as she rooted deeper.

“Baby...” he urged, tugging gently at the back of her hair.

Persistent was her husband’s middle name. She wouldn’t get a moment’s rest until she answered him. Cracking open one eye, she peeked at him. That damn dimple chose now to make an appearance. It was irresistible, which wasn’t helping one bit.

“What?” she grumbled.

“Don’t be embarrassed. That you could come so hard, and with me inside you after submitting so beautifully, humbles me. You were incredible, and I loved it.”

“I’m glad one of us did. I just washed and changed the sheets.”

Laughing, he rolled them again. Their bed was big, although not abnormally so, but somehow, he kept avoiding the wet spot. He pulled her onto his chest and aligned their bodies, his hands curving over her behind to keep her there.

“You enjoyed it, too,” he charged with a broad grin. “Or you wouldn’t have sq—”

“Ethan!” she squealed.

“Gushed,” he finished with a wink.

She grunted. “That’s better, I guess. But I’m still not loving it.”

His big hands framed her face, thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks as his eyes burned into hers. “Nothing you do, say, or feel should ever cause you shame, Lanie. Not with me. Understood?”

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