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exhausted.
    He reached over and rolled my nipple, pouring his burning questions into my ear. I'd flushed bright red, despite getting used to baring myself to him, too afraid to tell him what I wanted most.
    “I've already got it,” I told him. “A big strapping rancher and a nice tight belt.”
    Ethan shot me a severe look. He wasn't buying it, and I knew it before he said as much.
    “Bullshit. I know there's something more, little Cat. I see the hunger in your eyes every time you're about to come. And I'm gonna find out what really lights you up. Just give me a little time, and we'll see.”
    Now, stripped and spread out on the bed, there was nothing I could do to shrug away my rugged inquisitor. He strode forward to the edge of the bed, reaching to both sides and locking his hands around my ankles.
    “Do you want to come or not? I'll give it to you just the way you like, but only if you tell me what I need to know.”
    His fingers flicked across the soles of my feet. I reflexively curled my toes, kicking at the taut restraints binding me to the tall wooden posts.
    “I – I can't. Come on, Ethan. This is silly.” I stuck my tongue out for a split second, but instantly regretted it.
    “Silly?” He asked, a little too enthusiastically. “No. I think this is dead serious. I want to know everything about you. Even your darkest secrets.”
    He rounded to one side of me, like a panther in a cage beginning its paces. I jerked when he reached out and cupped my breasts, quickly increasing his pressure until it burned.
    “Maybe you like these ripe beauties to be worshiped even more? Or maybe you want to see them lined with rope, carefully layered across that smoking little body until you can't move a muscle?”
    I shuddered, pushing up into his hands. The idea held a certain sultry appeal, but it wasn't even close to what I was after.
    And Ethan sensed it. He lifted his hands at once.
    They returned to my body as he leaned over me, one on each side, caressing my curves from my armpits all the way to my soft thighs.
    When he reached my hips, he tightened his strokes. Ethan stared into my eyes and raised his eyebrows.
    “Is it this, little Cat? This plump, sweet ass of yours? Do you want my cock filling it, bulging and shooting into your deepest places, marking the last virgin part of you?”
    My eyelids fluttered. I felt heat rise up as he studied me.
    Damn it. He's getting awfully close now, but not close enough...
    “Any part of me is yours,” I said, exhaling and fighting to steady my tone. Maybe if he walked away convinced that all I wanted was anal play, I wouldn't have to reveal my crazy thoughts, the kind of high risk needs that could threaten our budding relationship.
    “No, that isn't it either. I see you like the idea – but not with the kind of sweet rush I like to see when I've captured a woman's fantasies. You aren't squirming like that. Help me out here, Cat. What do you need most?”
    I smiled shyly and shook my head. The playful laughter that spilled out of my mouth seemed to irritate him.
    Ethan reaches across my thigh with one hand, wedging it between my slick labia. His hard fingers reached for my clit, found it, and pinched.
    I squirmed, dangerously amused by his rough grip. For the hundredth time, he'd put me in a delicate balance once again, catapulting me to some strange zone in between pain and ecstasy.
    Here, there was nothing but pleasurable fire – a weakened, tame kind that could only burst into a searing conflagration if its master willed it to.
    “Tell me, Cat. Tell me everything, or I might have to spank this tasty little button.”
    “I want you deep inside me,” I moaned, bending my knees as far as the ropes would let me. “No fucking condom, baby. I want it deep and natural.”
    I coughed, silently cursing myself as I watched a tight lipped smile spread across his face.
    “Finally, we're getting somewhere. And I bet you want me to come inside you too, don't you, Cat?
    You want my