Bad in Bed by Faye Avalon

bathroom.
     
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    He could have kept her on the sofa, Ethan
thought as he eased Amber onto his bed. He could have played out the evening in
his sitting room and kept the bedroom a fuck-free zone. At least then he might
have salvaged a small part of his rule not to invite women back to his place
for sex. While he’d now broken the rule, he could at least have let it remain
sitting room sex.
    Yet here he was with Amber stretched out
beneath him, her green, lust-filled eyes gazing into his as he let his hands
roam over her warm, sumptuous flesh. Shit. He was loving every second of seeing
her laid out on his dark grey duvet, her silky blonde hair in decadent disarray
from when she’d earlier thrown her head from side to side against the sofa
cushions as he’d made her come. As he’d looked down at her lying on his sofa,
with her lush body, her sex-sated eyes, he’d known the sofa wouldn’t do it. He
wanted her, needed her, in his bed.
    The need was primal, filled with the desire to
possess, to brand, to mark her as his. Shit. Where had that come from?
    Since Amber was busy yanking at the zip of his
trousers, he didn’t give the thought much more of his energy. Hard to
philosophize when a woman had her hand down a guy’s pants and was stroking his
cock with something bordering on reverence.
    “Wait,” he groaned as her fingers eased around
him. “Not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
    She raised her eyebrows. “I’m not really doing
anything,” she said as she fluttered her lashes at him in mock innocence. “I
need your trousers off to do any real damage.”
    Her sexy pout had him scrambling off the bed to
finish unzipping his trousers and yank them off along with his shoes.
    Naked, he stood at the side of the bed and
looked down at her. He ran his gaze slowly up her body, lingering at the soft
blonde curls at the juncture of her thighs. Beneath those curls her pussy was a
fucking feast. He’d drunk deep of her taste and wanted more. Much more. He
wanted to bury his cock deep in those hot, wet folds, feel her slick juices
sucking him in. He wanted to thrust into her so hard he made her scream his
name.
    His cock jerked when she stretched like a cat
and raised her arms over her head, directing his attention to her pert breasts.
Her dusky nipples begged for his mouth, and he lowered his head. At the touch
of his tongue, her languid moan of pleasure was about all he could take.
    Blood rushed through his core, his cock so hard
and heavy he knew that once inside her welcoming heat he’d last no more than a
few seconds before he exploded.
    He raised his head from her breasts, noting the
wet ring around her nipple where he’d licked and sucked.
    She looked up at him as she stretched again.
    When she reached out toward his erection, he
caught her wrist. “Better not, gorgeous. Or I’ll lose it before I get inside
you.”
    Her eyes gleamed. “Then you’d better hurry.”
    He took a moment to try and slow down his
breathing, to get some control. When was the last time he’d been so bloody
lust-crazed that he hadn’t been able to last more than a couple of seconds? He
had to get back some control before he embarrassed himself.
    When she held out her arms, beckoning him into
them, he raised himself onto the bed and stretched out beside her. His heart
pumped erratically and his breath caught in his throat. She was so damn
beautiful, so giving, loving. She deserved for him to take his time.
    He must have said it aloud because her brow
creased. “You already took your time. You made me come three times. Remember?”
    How could he forget?  
    She reached her hand to his shoulders and ran
her fingers down his arm.
    He shivered as sensation pulsed through him. Can’t wait , he thought. Can’t fucking wait any longer .
    Faster, more desperate than he’d intended, he
levered himself above her, kneeing her legs apart so he could settle between
them. He reached out to the bedside table where