If she had to hand over control, she at least wanted it to be on her terms.
Ethan’s people and her own shared opposite agendas in many things. Even with the absence of malice, those differences could feed dangers. But from day one, instinctively, Kayla had trusted Ethan. To date, his actions had proven her right. So she had to gamble on that trust now.
She grabbed his arms, holding on with a tight grip, fixing him in as steady a gaze as she could manage. “I’m not myself, Ethan. I’m trusting you to get me the hell out of here.” She swallowed hard. “And don’t let anyone else touch me. Please. Just you.”
His eyes darkened. “Rest assured, no one else will dare touch you. You are safe with me. You have my word.”
A sigh of relief seemed to explode from her lungs. She believed him. She hadn’t missed the hint of possessiveness in his voice, and, Lord help her, for the first time in her life, Kayla wanted to be possessed.
And for the first time in her life, she was handing herself over to someone else. She was giving Ethan control.
3
E than felt the roar of passion and possessiveness build inside like a fire, raging wild and hot. It hadn’t taken long for Ethan to surmise how rarely Kayla handed over trust and control. Yet, she’d given both to him.
Ethan lifted her leg to his waist, opening her to his touch. She stared up at him, desire ripe in her beautiful eyes. In that moment, he wanted all of her like he never had before. He reached forward and ripped her panties from her body. A gasp slid from her parted lips: full, sensual lips meant to taste and tempt. But he didn’t kiss her. Not yet. When he made love to her, he’d do it with slow perfection. Right now, she needed the edge taken off. She needed relief.
Guilt bit at him as he recognized he might well be causing her pain. As impossible as it should be, his mating instincts were on fire. And that fire must be mixing with the lust of this place, overwhelming Kayla.
Regardless of the cause, they both knew what had to happen, what had been destined to happen from the moment they’d first met. Their physical need for one another had to be fed. He might not be able to claim her, but he could enjoy her.
Ethan slid his fingers into the silky wetness of her body, stroking her sensitive flesh. Kayla rewarded him with a soft moan, her head falling back against the wall, her hands sliding over her body, cupping her breasts through her clothes.
“Easy, little one,” he murmured, thumbing her swollen clit. He caressed her, his fingers exploring her slick heat before he slid one inside her.
Kayla moaned again, her teeth finding her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling. “God, Ethan,” she whispered, tilted her chin down to give him a heavy-lidded look. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” Then her hands went to his face, her mouth finding his, her tongue sliding against his, hungry and hot.
She tasted like sugar and spice, as perfect as he had expected, and his body roared with desire, screamed to be inside her. But there was no time to act, no time to press the hard length of his cock inside her.
Kayla tore her mouth from his, her breathing ragged. “I . . . I think I might . . . I . . . already . . .” She leaned forward, resting on his shoulder, clinging to his arms with a vice grip.
“Let it happen,” he murmured, pressing a second finger inside her and stroking her inner wall, feeling her hips pump against him.
She clung to him, wildly moving with him, rubbing her clit against his palm, until, abruptly, she stiffened. A second later, the spasms of her orgasm began, long and hard. He held her close, steadying her as he felt her knees start to buckle.
Then slowly, her body eased. Several seconds passed before she lifted her head, her eyes locking with his, passion still burning red hot in her gaze. “It’s already starting again. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” She didn’t give him time to answer. “I’m
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