Desire: #4 Brightest Kind of Darkness by P.T. Michelle Read Free Book Online Page A

My smile trembles with emotion. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all serious on you—”
    Ethan kisses me again, but this time he keeps the pressure in check, his kiss tender and searching. “Never stop loving me,” he murmurs against my lips.
    “No chance of that,” I say adamantly while he frees the rest of my buttons, then unsnaps my bra.
    As his hands move over my sensitive skin, suddenly clothes are too much constriction and we’re fast to rid ourselves of any barrier that keeps us apart, other than protection.
    After I settle into his lap, Ethan gently grasps my waist and pulls me fully against him. The feel of his warm, hard chest against my sensitized breasts and his strong arms encircling my back is so thrilling, my cheeks flush with the pure bliss of unrestrained togetherness. He kisses me deeply and intimately, his thumbs tracing sensually along the sides of my breasts. I moan against his mouth and he tugs me closer, upping the tide of passion and desire between us.
    Tracing his hands to my lower back, he grasps my hips and lifts me, then tilts my body forward slightly. I mewl softly against his mouth as he lowers me down over him.
    “So perfect,” he rasps, then whispers loving words against my throat.
    This position feels somehow more intimate, and his enticing encouragement gives me both the confidence and freedom to find a rhythm that allows our love to flow naturally. I gasp through the thrilling new sensations zipping through me and grow bolder. Gripping his broad shoulders tight, I let myself go, totally unrestrained.
    As we move together, Ethan groans against my mouth. His fingers flex on my hips, then caress my butt before he pulls me tighter to him, his hold desperate and intense. My heart races and my love swells. Tingling heat lingers everywhere his fingers have tracked my skin.
    It’s like he’s leaving a roadmap of every place he’s touched. Does he feel it like I do? Am I imagining it? Are these amazing sensations just wishful thinking of a shared connection on my part? All I know is, when we come together like this, it feels stronger, deeper, making each time with Ethan an even more amazing and unique experience.
    The inexplicable completeness I feel when we physically connect defies description; the passion that flows between us goes way beyond the physical. If it were possible for two souls to merge, it feels like ours do at the most minute level.
    My breath rushes out as Ethan sears my neck with aggressive nips, followed by sweet, tender kisses. He takes me high, then makes me melt until my heart reaches a hummingbird’s pace.
    Once our breathing begins to slow, his warm hands fold around my back, his hold almost possessive as he kisses the swell of my breasts. When he suddenly slides his tongue between them, lapping up a trickle of sweat, the act is so primal and raw, a shiver of sheer delight ripples through me; all I can do is grip his shoulders with shaky hands and revel in the many emotions he makes me feel.
    “My Sunshine,” he says, reaching the hollow in my throat. She wrecks the hell out of me. Every damn time.
    Gasping, I tense. Ethan’s eyes snap to mine, worry creasing his brow. “What’s wrong? Did you hate that? I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. You just taste so good.”
    I blink back tears and smile past my surprise. Did I really just hear his thoughts? When I don’t hear anything else, I shake my head. Must be my overactive imagination. “No, I didn’t hate it at all. You just surprised me.”
    A sinful smile tilts his lips. “Did you like that surprise?”
    I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. “If it’s with you, like this…I’ll never get tired of surprises.” Pressing a kiss to his neck, I inhale and enjoy his outdoorsy smell mixed with his masculine deodorant.
    Ethan chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. “Good, ‘cause I’m always going to want to make you my own personal lollypop.”
    His comment makes my