Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
9
Emily
Okay, I’m totally perving.
And also, I’m totally fine with it.
I sink into the pillows on my bed, watching intently as a very naked, very still wet from the shower we just took Ethan stoops to light a fire in the fireplace I’ve never used. His muscled back ripples, tattoo ink flexing as he leans down low to blow at the flames.
…Yeah, a girl could definitely get used to this view.
Naked, gorgeous, inappropriate, tempting, and wrong. And yet, impossible to resist. I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together as my core tightens and my eyes drag over him. Ethan stuffs another few smaller twigs into the flames, blowing again until they start to catch the bigger logs, before he stands and stretches. He turns, and when he catches me red-handed totally checking him out, he grins.
My gaze drags over his sculpted, chiseled body, up to his eyes, and I hold it there.
“I want to draw you.”
“Oh?”
I nod, blushing. “Yeah, I do.”
“Tasteful, artistic nude?”
He strikes a sudden and dramatic pose, half turning to flash me his bare ass, and I giggle.
“Or maybe something more erotic and smutty?”
He turns back, and I swallow thickly as he strikes a different pose, this time holding his half hard cock in a tight fist, his abs flexing. He starts to stroke slowly, his big cock swelling and lengthening as my pulse quickens and my face blooms with heat.
“Jeez, eyes up here, Emily.”
I giggle again, rolling my eyes and sticking my tongue out at him.
“Come on, sit,” I nod at the plush lounge chair against one wall of my bedroom. “I promise it’ll be painless.”
“Yes, m’am.”
“And good God, if we could never go with ‘ma’am’ ever again, that’d be great.”
He chuckles as he slumps down into the soft, low chair, his hands behind his head and his muscles rolling as he spreads his legs. His heavy cock sits thick and bulging against one thigh, and I feel my pulse quicken again as I slide off the bed. I grab my sketchpad and some pencils from my dresser, slipping a robe on before I duck into the hallway and grab the little chair I use as a stool for my bathroom closet. I drag it back into the bedroom and over to him, pulling the robe around myself as I sit and open the pad.
“Okay, just sit still, okay?”
Ethan winks, grinning.
“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.”
I roll my eyes. “Were you even alive when Titanic came out?”
He arches a brow and grins, and I cringe as I shake my head.
“Oh my God, you weren’t. Forget I asked.”
He laughs as I groan and flip to a fresh page. My eyes slide up and over him, taking in the lines and contours as I bring the pencil to the page. And slowly, I do what’s always been my favorite thing to do in the world: draw. Well, my favorite thing to do in the world, that is, before I discovered sex with Ethan Scott.
I go slow, and I capture all of it. Every line, every detail. He’s gorgeous, and scarred, and broken, and perfect. A rebel without a cause. And mine. I know how possessive it sounds, and I don’t care.
He’s mine.
I repeat it in my head as I draw, my eyes flicking between him and the page, and then back again. I sketch, I smudge, I shade and I re-draw, taking every single bit of him from real life to sketch pad. At some point, my robe falls open, but I don’t care. I just keep drawing. Except, slowly, I realize Ethan’s eyes are dragging over me, and his cock is swelling harder. It bulges, throbbing as it lifts from his thigh to pulse against his abs, and I blush.
“You’re making it hard to draw, you know.”
“That’ because you’re making it hard,” he growls, making me shiver in heat.
“Want me to close the robe?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
I look up, and when my eyes meet his, I know one thing for sure: drawing time is over.
I toss the pad and pencils on the bed and stand, my eyes never leaving his hungry, fierce gaze as I move towards him. The robe drops to the floor as I step closer, until I gasp as his big hands reach out to grab my ass. He growls, yanking me towards him, and when his mouth presses to my eager pussy, I whimper as his wicked tongue slides out to taste me.
I pant, my fingers sliding into his hair and my head dropping back. His tongue slides between my lips, teasing me and making me moan as my legs shake. He groans into me, his fingers tight on my ass and his tongue sliding up to swirl around my clit. He sucks the eager bud into his lips, teasing me mercilessly as I buck against his mouth. I tremble, panting, my fingers tightening in his hair before finally, I manage to drag myself apart from him. My eyes drop to his swollen, rock-hard cock, and I whimper as I wet my lips.