Touch me

"Don't be, Brynne. I try to avoid my hand to get off, especially if there are other, more lovely, options."

His fingers tugged on my chin. I felt my body heat up as I let him lift my face. Whoa... breathe, Brynne, breathe.

"Like you." He whispered the rest. "I want the real thing. I want you underneath me. I want to get off with you?" His blue eyes never left mine. He did not let go of my chin either. He held me firm and made me acknowledge his words. "Why, Ethan?"

His thumb flicked out and brushed my jaw. "Why does anyone want any- thing? It's just how I react to you." His eyes rolled over me and got that smoky look in them. "Come home with me. Be with me tonight, Brynne. Let me show you."

"Okay." My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. And just like that I agreed to something I knew would be life changing. For me, it would be. The instant the word left my lips I witnessed Ethan close his eyes for just the briefest flicker. And then it was all a flurry of activity and purpose setting the pace from there; everything in sharp contrast to the sensual conversation we'd just been having. Within minutes he closed the bill from our dinner and led me out to his car. Ethan's firm touch pressed against my back, pushing me forward, taking me away to a place where he could have me. Alone.

Ethan drove us to a gorgeous glass building sitting high above the London sky- line of previous centuries, modern but reminiscent of prewar Britain in an elegant way.

"Good evening, Mr. Blackstone." The uniformed doorman greeted Ethan and nodded politely toward me.

"Evening, Claude," he returned smoothly. The pressure of his hand, ever present on my back, propelled me forward into the open elevator. As soon as the doors closed us in he spun me and crushed his lips down on mine. It was just like the Shires Building all over again, and I felt the punch of arousal hit me hard between my thighs. And I was starting to get a clearer picture of my companion as well. Reserved in public. Ethan was all proper gentleman and restraint, but behind closed doors? Look. Out.

His hands were all over me this time. I didn't resist as he backed me into a corner. His touch warmed and made me soar both at once. He dragged his prickly whiskers down my neck and pushed his hand up my blouse to cup a breast. I gasped at the feel of his hot hands roaming as they made purposeful strides toward knowing my body. I arched into him, my chest thrusting out, pushing my breast further into his hand. He found my nipple through the lace and tugged.

"You're so fucking sexy, Brynne. I'm dying for you," he spoke against my neck, his breath tickling my flesh.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened to an elderly couple waiting to get on. They took one look at us and took a pass. I tried to push back from him, to put some space between our bodies. For the second time today, I found myself panting for Ethan like a harlot, out in the open for all and sundry to see me,

"Not here, please, Ethan."

His hand left my breast and reappeared from where it had been under my shirt. He brought it to rest on my neck. I felt his thumb start moving in a slow circle right under my chin. And then he smiled at me.

Ethan looked happy as he took my hand with his free one and brought it to his lips for a kiss. Damn, I loved when he did that. "You're right, and I apologize. Do you forgive me, Miss Bennett? I am afraid you make me forget where I am."

My belly flipped down low with an ache. I nodded at him because I couldn't do anything else, and whispered, "It's okay." The elevator, bless its mechanical heart, kept moving us closer to his floor. I wondered what he would do as soon as he got me inside his flat. Ethan had me totally under his spell, and I was pretty sure he knew it too.

Finally the elevator stopped at the top floor, and the soft settling made my belly roll again as Ethan put his hand on me. The man was tactile always touching if he could get away with it.

He used his key to unlock the carved oak doors and pushed one open, ushering me into his private space. It was a beautiful room, lighter than I would expect for a man. The main room sported a gray and cream palette, lots of wood and moldings and decorative elements for such a modern space. "This is beautiful, Ethan. Your home is lovely."

Ethan shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it over a couch. Taking my hand in his, he led me over to a wall of windows and a balcony that looked out onto the breathtaking city lights of London.

But then he turned me away from the view out the glass doors to face him, and took a few steps backward. He just stared at me for a moment. "But nothing is as beautiful as you standing here, right now, in my house, in front of me." He shook his head, looking almost desperate. "Nothing compares."

I felt the overwhelming urge to cry for some reason. Ethan was so intense, and my poor brain was struggling to take everything in as he started moving toward me, slowly, like a predator. I'd seen the move before. He could go fast, slow, hard, gentle any way, and make it look effortless.

My heart rate sped up as he came closer. When he was just inches from me, he stopped and waited. I had to lift my head to meet his eyes. So much taller than me, I could see his chest lifting with his own rapid breathing. It felt good to know he was as affected by this attraction as I was.

"I'm not beautiful like that... it's just the camera lens," I said.

He reached for my green sweater, undid the button, and slid it down my back until it landed with a soft swish on his shiny oak floor.

"You're wrong, Brynne. You're beautiful all the time." He went for the hem of my silky black shirt and drew it up over my head. I lifted my arms to help him.

In my black lace push-up bra I stood before him as he devoured me with passionate blue eyes. He brushed over my shoulders and traced over the swell of my breast with the back of his fingertips. The reverent touching made me ache for more, and I couldn't keep still any longer.

"Ethan..." I leaned forward into the stroking of his fingers. "What, baby? What do you want?" He tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck. He kissed me there. The combination of his facial hair and those soft lips was electrifying. The pleasurable feelings grew to the point where I was totally lost to need. The point of no return had passed for me. I wanted him. Badly.

"I want--I want to touch you."

I brought my hands up to his white dress shirt and loosened his deep purple tie. He held me loosely and stared as I unknotted the silk, tight as a bowstring ready to snap. My fingers worked at the knot and in a minute I had his tie slipping loose to join my green sweater on the floor. I started unbuttoning his shirt.

He hissed when my fingers touched his exposed skin. "Fuck yes! Touch me.”