Everything Forbidden by Jess Michaels Read Free Book Online

have. He liked that he could cover the entire mound with one palm. As he did so, Miranda’s eyes fluttered shut.
    “Oh,” she gasped, fingers clenching at the settee cushion beneath her.
    “You cannot just lay there and ‘endure’ my touch, then expect I shall count that as payment,” he continued, watching high color darken her cheeks when he massaged her flesh. So very responsive. He wondered what she would do if he flicked a thumb over her nipple just…like…so.
    Her eyes flew open and she looked at him wildly as a gasp escaped her lips.
    “Do you understand what I’m saying?” he pressed, strokinghis thumb over her rapidly hardening nipple over and over again. Her back arched. “I don’t want some frigid martyr.”
    Not that she was turning out to be frigid in the least.
    Miranda’s breaths came in pants. “I-I’m no martyr, my lord. I may be doing this for my family, but…but there are other reasons.”
    He stopped plucking at her nipple and looked into her flushed face. “What other reasons?”
    “I want…” She squirmed a little and her blush darkened. “I want this . I want you to touch me. I want to feel alive. I want to know pleasure. Please, please don’t deny me that.”
    Ethan stared at Miranda, her face so open, so honest. This truly wasn’t a game to her, as it was for so many of the women he had bedded over the years. She didn’t make this request out of boredom or only because of her desperation. To her, his touch was…an awakening.
    Her fingers came up to curl around the nape of his neck. A gentle touch as she stroked the skin revealed between his collar and hairline.
    “Please,” she whispered.
    Ethan’s mouth came down and silenced her further pleas. He pushed harder now, driving his tongue into her mouth and mating with her like he would soon mate with her body. He wanted to drink her in. Fill himself with her. Drown in that lilac scent and unique flavor.
    Miranda rose up and tugged Ethan’s hard body down upon hers even tighter. It was like heaven to feel his weight on her, just as she had imagined it would be so many times. It made her feel alive and that was worth any price.
    His hand found her bare breast again and he resumed the gentle, rhythmic strumming of her taut nipple. Miranda had touched herself many times, especially after watching Ethan with his lovers, but she’d never spent much time on her breasts. She’d never realized how sensitive they were, or how the pleasure she felt when he stroked her nipple went down through her body. She could feel it between her legs, throbbing in time to his touch.
    Ethan pushed at the rest of her gown, easing it over her shoulders and leaving it in a pool at her waist between them. Miranda arched her back to offer him free access. She wasn’t ashamed. In fact, she was proud of the way he looked at her. Proud of the desire that lit up in his dark eyes. She aroused him, and considering his lengthy experience, that was a triumph.
    A triumph soon forgotten when he gave her a wicked grin and dropped his hot lips to one of her straining nipples. He drew her between his lips and swirled his rough tongue over the exquisitely sensitive tips.
    Miranda cried out at the pleasure this new exploration caused. Wet heat, hot tingles, focused pleasure…they overtook her, rushing through her. Her pussy clenched at emptiness and wetness flooded her thighs as he sucked hard, almost hard enough to hurt.
    “No one has ever done these things to you?” he murmured against her skin before he gave her swollen nipple a little bite and moved to the other side.
    “No, never,” she moaned, thrashing her head on the pillows as he licked her like a cat.
    He looked up and she couldn’t tell if he was pleased or bothered by that confession. But he didn’t stop pleasuring her, drawing out sensations that she’d never felt before. Doing things she’d only witnessed from afar and imagined in her darkest dreams.
    His hands slid down as his mouth continued