Free Bad in Bed by Faye Avalon

grated out the words between
breaths and Amber shook her head, incapable of speech. “Good. Then we’re
clear?”
    Crystal
.
    He kissed her again, as if to seal the deal.   Then he pulled away and spun her around until
she was facing the door.
    Her palms landed hard against the wood and she
turned her head to the side as he leaned into her.
    “I want to have you,” he murmured against her
ear. “Like this.”
    Since there wasn’t a question, Amber didn’t
respond. At least, not verbally. She closed her eyes and fell under the spell
of his mouth as it moved down the side of her neck, then to her shoulder.
    He moved across to her upper spine, his tongue
trailing down to the zipper of her dress. The slow slide of the zip as he drew
it down to her waist was the only sound echoing through the kitchen.
    Amber lowered her arms as he drew the straps
away from her shoulders, taking his time to kiss along her exposed flesh.
    When the top of her dress had bunched around
her waist, he lifted her arms and placed her palms against the door again.
“Keep them there,” he commanded. “Don’t move.”
    She didn’t think she could if she wanted to.
And she didn’t. Her whole body felt fluid, anchorless.
    He touched his hands to the sides of her waist,
drew his fingers slowly around until he brushed the undersides of her breasts.
    Amber gasped as he traced along the sensitive
flesh, so bloody slowly she wanted to scream. Her nipples ached for his touch and
she wriggled.
    “I said, don’t move.”
    She dropped her head back against him, exposing
her neck. “Then for pity’s sake, touch me.”
    His laugh bounced off the kitchen walls, a low
rumble of masculine enjoyment that went straight to Amber’s core. “You still
haven’t learned much patience have you, green eyes. Well, practice makes
perfect.”
    He made good on the threat when he still didn’t
touch her, but kept on with that slow, erotic slide of his fingers on the plump
undersides of her breasts. He took advantage of her exposed throat and kissed
her gently at first, then grazed his teeth along her tender flesh, taking small
bites.
    Amber moaned. Between her legs heat roared, and
she wondered how much more she could take.
    When his fingers slipped from her breasts, she
wanted to complain, until she felt him drawing up the hem of her dress. When
the whole dress had bunched around her waist, Ethan slowly slid one hand down
to her pussy, cupping her. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, pushing two
fingers against her folds. “Can you feel what you do to me?” With that, he
pushed his hard length against her ass, leaving her in no doubt how she made
him feel.
    She nodded, feeling lightheaded.
    “Tell me,” he whispered against her ear. “Say
the words.”
    “I can feel you,” she managed, hot breath
scoring her throat. “I feel what I do to you.” She felt him smile against her neck.
    “Good.” Still cupping her pussy, he dipped a
finger into her hot flesh, finding her clit.
    Panting, Amber threw her head back as he
started to work the hard nub, all the while anchoring her with his free hand
around her waist and pulling her in tight against his erection.
    She tried to move her hips, to gyrate against
him as the pressure built, but he wouldn’t allow her to do so. Instead, he
pushed himself against her, mimicking the movement of his finger inside her
pussy.
    He slid in another finger, pushed deeper until
Amber felt her muscles clamp as she spiraled toward climax. She cried out,
pressing her palms against the door to try to get purchase on something,
anything. All she could do was ride it out, the screaming sensation that was
both torture and ecstasy in equal measure.
    Her legs really did give out as she came back
down, and she felt Ethan’s grip tighten around her as he withdrew his fingers.
    Deftly, he removed the bunched up dress with
one hand, leaving her completely naked. “Spread your legs.”
    Amber was having a hard time processing what
he’d