Wyne and Song by Donna Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

little wild, her eyes drifting shut, but then, as if she remembered his request, she refocused on him. “Yes…yes…Ethan. Now,” she pleaded.
    Happy to oblige, he gave her what she wanted, and loved the way her eyes dilated, pure joy washing across her face as she came with his name on her lips in a long, drawn out musical moan.

Chapter Four
     
    W hen Phoebe finally drifted back to earth, and found the strength to open her eyes, she was treated to the sexiest, hottest striptease she’d ever seen. Okay, she’d never seen one, but this was hot. Ethan was hot. And hard. All of him. And his gaze. Damn . Deliciously dark and smoldering. She nearly climaxed, again, just watching him shuck the rest of his clothes at the foot of her bed.
    Da’yum. She sat up for a better view.
    In her line of work, she’d seen plenty of muscle-ripped men. From their ankles to their ears. Even dated one or two, but most spent more time in front of a mirror than her, the nice ones were taken, and the really nice ones swung the other way.
    It was refreshing to be with someone out of the business. And he was no slouch. The man playing havoc with her pulse had broad shoulders and a defined chest with ridges down his obliques and abs that bespoke of hard labor and time outdoors. Seriously gorgeous. But, what really revved her engines was something she hadn’t seen on a guy in a long time. A light sprinkling of hair across his chest and a little more forming a line from his naval to… holy smokes .
    “You are truly mouthwatering, Ethan. Please tell me you have a condom.”
    He choked out a laugh. “You’re the one who’s mouthwatering. And, yes, I do.” He bent down, then came back up with two packets in his hand. “Curtesy of Ben and Mason.”
    With a flick of his wrist, he tossed one high up on the bed, then stole her breath as he ripped the other open and rolled it on.
    She would’ve licked her lips, but her throat had gone dry. Bone dry. “I should text them a thank you.”
    “Perhaps later.”
    He bent down and kissed the inside of her ankle, and she thought he was going to remove her shoes, but he left them on and kissed her knee, thigh…then the spot that ached for him most. She slumped back onto the mattress, heart pounding, stomach fluttering.
    Damn, she needed him inside her. Her whole body shook with that need.
    How could she be so ready when he’d just given her the most amazing orgasm? But she was ready for him again.
    “I need to be inside you.” His voice was low and gravely as he continued to kiss his way up her body. “Right now.”
    She reached out to stroke his chest and smiled up into his face. “Great minds.”
    “Yeah,” he agreed, dipping down to kiss her, but only briefly as he ran a hand down the outside of her thigh to grab under her knee and lift her leg to wrap it around his hip. “Definitely on the same page.” Then he drew back, and holding her gaze, he slowly shoved inside her.
    Breath clogged her throat and her body stilled; he stilled at the exquisite connection.
    “Damn, Phoebe.” He closed his eyes for a moment, the look of raw pleasure tightened his features, and when his eyes reopened, they were dilated and almost black. “You feel incredible.” Then his forearms hit the bed, and she gasped at the pleasure the new angle provided.
    Incredible was so spot on. She could barely breathe.
    He shoved his hands in her hair, fingers curling around her neck and head as he lowered his lips to hers. “I wanted to do this all damn night,” he said against her mouth, slowly thrusting, driving her out of her mind. “To be in you, buried deep.” His voice was thick, breath hot, and damn , the rhythm. He knew her rhythm.
    How?
    Didn’t matter. It was great.
    She moved with him, meeting his thrusts, running her hand down his heated torso. He let out a deep, sexy groan she felt all the way to her tingling toes. And when his kisses moved to her neck and he nuzzled the spot behind her ear, she clutched