Grasping her waist, he lifted her and placed her on the table. Emma couldn't tear her gaze away from him as he planted his hands on either side of her and leaned closer. She was already wet and aching for him to fill her, but he seemed determined to go slow, and no matter how badly she wanted the torment to end, she was enjoying every one of his caresses.
"Do you know what I want to do to you tonight?" he inquired as he nibbled on her bottom lip.
"What?" she managed to get out.
"Everything."
His finger dipped down; it trailed leisurely over her stomach to the edge of her underwear. She didn't know what everything entailed, but just the thought of it made her want to jump on him then and there. His gaze came back to hers; a smug smile curved his lips as he pressed closer to her and took possession of her mouth. The tempting pressure of his cock rubbing against her through the layers of their clothing almost made her scream and tear the pants clean off his beautiful body.
As she eased her hands down to his zipper, he seized them. "No," he said in a hoarse whisper against her lips. "I'll be the only one doing any touching right now."
Frustration swelled through her, but she forgot about it as his mouth moved over her neck and down to her collarbone. Her head tipped back; a small moan escaped her as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra and freed her breasts. Warm air flowed over her exposed flesh seconds before his mouth enclosed her right nipple and he began to suckle her breast. A jolt ran through her; her fingers dug into her thighs as she fought the overwhelming urge to grab him.
"Ethan!" she gasped when his mouth took her other nipple.
He seized her hands when they jerked in her lap, and she instinctively went to touch him. Releasing her breast, his emerald eyes came up, and his face hovered inches away from hers.
"Don't make me tie you up," he murmured.
Her heart gave an excited lurch the likes of which she'd never felt before. A thrill went through her, and though she'd never really thought about anything like that, she couldn't help but become more aroused by his words. A small smile curved his mouth while he continued to study her. Emma knew exactly how it felt to be hunted as his hands slid down her arms and his fingers wrapped around her wrists.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?" he asked.
Emma no longer had a voice to respond. He gently clasped her hands behind her back with his right hand. He lifted her bra with his left hand and held it in front of her before moving it behind her back. The lacy material was soft against her skin as he held it to her wrists.
"Wouldn't you, Emma?"
There was a challenging gleam in the eyes as they held hers. It took everything she had to keep breathing as anticipation held her motionless.
"Yes," she finally managed to get out.
A victorious smile curved his mouth as his fingers deftly worked the material into a tight knot around her wrists. His hands clasped her cheeks; he lifted her face and kissed her lips. "I am going to enjoy tormenting you."
She had no doubt as his hands returned to the edge of her panties. His eyes remained on hers as he lifted her ass up to work her underwear down her thighs and drop them on the patio. The night air caressing her exposed flesh did nothing to cool the heat of her skin and the fire sizzling through her veins. He trailed his fingers across her thigh and toward the junction between her legs. Just when she thought he was about to ease some of her misery, he pulled his hand away.
A groan of protest escaped her, but his finger against her lips silenced it. "You're not going to get off that easy."
Emma didn't think she would ever breathe again as his finger slid away from her mouth. Reaching behind her, he dipped his fingers into the glass of water still sitting on the table. His finger slipped away from her lips as he pulled out a piece of ice and moved his hand back toward her body.
Her eyes dilated when he placed the ice against the side of her neck. He loved watching the delight playing across her features as he slid the ice across her collarbone and lower toward her breasts. He held her eyes before bending to lick away the trail of water the ice cube left on her flesh.
A groan escaped her, but it faded when his mouth claimed her hardened nipple. Excitement coiled through her at the exhilarating sensation of the ice sliding over her body and the heat of his mouth as he followed the steady descent of the ice. Her skin was alive with the feel of him, the tension mounting in her body was making it almost impossible for her to stay still; she'd never experienced anything like what he was doing to her.
A moan of protest died on her lips when his mouth left her skin, but then he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. His eyes were back on hers; his hands grasped her inner thighs and pushed them apart. She found she couldn't breathe as she waited to see what he would do next. The anticipation growing within her only increased as a mischievous smile curved his mouth before he knelt before her.
The cold of the ice, and the fire of his mouth against her inner thigh, were tortuously exquisite as he moved over her skin. Emma found herself
