Page 46 of Dangerous Encore
"I love you too, honey." He tugs my panties down mythighs.
His lips brush my innerthigh.
Mypelvis.
Myclit.
Fuck.
I sink into the bed as Ethan licks me upanddown.
I pull layer and layer of tulle to my waist, but there's still more. I can't get my hands in that dark, wavy hairofhis.
I press my thighs against his cheeksinstead.
I buck againsthislips.
He's licking me justright.
Exactly where Ineedhim.
My husband is eatingmeout.
It's so fuckingromantic.
"Ethan, fuck." I tug at the sheets instead ofhishair.
I rockagainsthim.
The tension in my coreknots.
Almost.
Fuck.
With the next flick of his tongue, I go overtheedge.
I tug at thesheets.
I press my thighs against hischeeks.
I scream his name again andagain.
He licks me through my orgasm. Then through the next. It's intense, painful in that good way. Then I'm there, screaming his name as my sexpulses.
"Ethan. Fuckme.Now."
He drags his lips down my thigh and pops out from under my skirt. His eyes meet mine. "Fuck yes." He takes my hands and pulls me tomyfeet.
I turn around so he can undo my dress's corsetlacing.
He's quick with it. It's true—guitarists really are good with theirhands.
Ethan pushes my dress off my hips. I step out of it one foot at a time, and I turn tofacehim.
I'm naked in front of myhusband.
And he's wearing that perfect black suit, that perfectpurpletie.
