Singer

I’m twirled right off the elevator and into the hall of photography. That’s what I call it, at least. Ethan’s hands wrap around me from behind while the elevator door closes. My hair is swept to the side and kisses trail down my neck.

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on me.

He spins me back around and whispers, “Open your eyes.”

When I do, I’m met with eyes I know well—almond-shaped eyelids, gold centers that fade into green. They’re eyes I’ve seen cry, happy, sad, pained, remorseful, regretful, full of joy, and blissful, but today I see them on a thoughtful face with delight caught in the middle. They’re eyes and a face I recognize as my own. A simple black frame, large white matte, me in the park surrounded by green grass. The photo hangs bright under the lone light along the black wall. “That’s me.”

“I took it the day I ran into you at the park. The photo is a gift for you.”

Smiling, I turn to him. “This is for me? It’s so beautiful.”

“I wanted you to see how I see you.”

I’m stunned to see how I look, not only to his eyes but possibly to others. I’m beautiful. I slide my arms around his neck and lift up, pressing my lips to his. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Gentle kisses turn passionate quickly. Our tongues touch and my back hits the wall. The evening has been foreplay until now.

He licks his way to my neck, the feel of him tasting me so carnal. “God, Singer. I could fuck you right here.” Cool air breezes over the trail, leading right back to the skin he nips on my neck.

“Do it. I want you to, Ethan.”

With his lips to my ear, he demands, “Turn around.”

I turn and my breath is whooshed from my chest when I’m pressed against the wall. The purple dress is lifted in the back. The pressure is light but sends goose bumps over my skin as fingers tap up the sides of my thighs until he’s kneeling behind me. The backs of my thighs are kissed, lovingly, while his hands slide my panties down to my ankles. He lifts one, balancing me when I lift one foot and then the other. Stealing a glimpse of him, he tucks my underwear into the pocket of his tux, the purple vibrant against the stark black.

When he stands back up, he takes the straps from my shoulders and lets the dress float to the floor before lifting my arms above my head. “I want you to stay like that. Stay in that position just for me. Will you do that for me, Singer?” His voice is rough with desire and stern in his need.

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

I press my cheek to the smooth wall and watch as he drapes my dress over the back of the couch. First his jacket then his bow tie are removed.

My Adonis returns. His eyes are dark, lust wrapped in the black night centers. His large hands cover my shoulder blades and run up before dipping low again and unclasping my bra. Ethan takes my wrists and carefully brings them down and around to my back. The bra strap tightens on one wrist before being wrapped around the other, securing them together.

Lifting just a little, my back arches in response, my nipples kissing the wall and hardening. “Are we—?”

“Shh, Singer. Don’t ask. Just feel.” His hands come around to squeeze my breasts, pinch my nipples lightly, and move higher. The right palm holds firm over my heart, and he says, “Your heart is racing. Do I do that or is that your body responding in fear?”

“I’m not afraid of you, or this, but my heart always races around you.” I swallow, closing my eyes and find relief in the coolness of the wall against my hot cheek.

“This? Say what this is, Singer?”

“You’ve got me tied up. I’m at your mercy.”

“Because you trust me.”

“Yes, because I trust you, Ethan.”

“Do you know how much that turns me on?” I feel his cock against my fingertips. Opening my palms, I take hold of him, eliciting a deep groan that echoes around us.

Like before, his fingers tap over my hips, then his palms warm my behind. He’s assertive and commanding when two fingers run between my cheeks. “Have you ever been taken from behind, Ms. Davis?”

My ankles wobble. “No.”

He steadies me. “Will you wear those shoes while I’m fucking you?”

This time my knees are solid, and my back arches again to prove a point. “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

No reason or explanation. Just yes. I don’t know why it feels like the heat was turned up, but damn, I’m a wet, hot mess. “Then I will. I take it you wanted them to be seen and not just hidden under a gown.”

“I want them draped over my shoulders as I thrust every ounce of my desire into that sweet, tight pussy.”

Good Lord, this man. Gone is the polite, wounded guy I want to make smile. Tonight I get a predator intent on ravaging my entire body before he’s done with me. His dirty-talking ways cause my thighs to rub together. He breaks character and asks, “You’ve never had sex with your back to your partner or you’ve never done anal?”

I gulp. I should be embarrassed by my lack of experience, but I’m too turned on to hide behind lies. “Neither.”

“You’ve been with selfish boys, Singer. They treated you like a girl. I’m no boy. I’m the man that’s going to treat you like the sexual woman you are.” His lips find mine, and he kisses me, his tongue as masterful as his words.

Fingers slide between my legs, and he speaks into the back of my neck, “You’re so ready for me. Do you like to play rough?”

“I like to play with you.”

“I like that, too.”

My backside is bare, exposed when he steps back. I hear the foil rip and the condom sliding down. When his hands return to my lower waist, my skin tingles in anticipation. Pulling me back by the hips, he says, “Keep your arms still. Your head back from the wall. I won’t hurt you.” For the first time, I’m nervous. Excited nervous, but nervous. I do as I’m told while he positions himself between my parted legs.

“I’ll go slow.” He eases inside, my eyes closing as I realize how empty I was before now. “Just this one time.”

My eyes fly open as he pulls back, leaving the tip inside me, and slamming back up. The grip on my hips is tight as he repeats each thrust with a harsh breath hitting my back while forcing mine out each time. Closing my eyes again, I do what he asked and feel. Every thrust. Every breath. Every moan. Every part of him invades me, enters my soul and burrows deep in my heart.

This.

This.

This.

I never want this to end.

I never want him to stop.

I never want to feel empty again.

I want this.

Every day.

Every night.

I want him.

Strong fingers work their way around to the apex of my thighs, and he finds my clit. His fingers are unleashed fury as he demands my body to bow to his wants.

My body bends to his every whim. “Ethan,” falls from my lips on the crescendo of an orgasm.

Grabbing hold of my hipbones he slams into me. Balancing between the real world and the stars he’s sending me sailing to, I start to recover beside the large photograph. Moans that become grunts tell me he’s close, so close.

My name is an uttered confession, “Sin. Sin. Sin,” until he repents with his release. “Singer. Singer. Fuck. Singer.”

Tired, but feeling incredible, I try to even my rampant breathing. His tongue dips to taste the sheen between us, and then he turns me around. “You’re fucking beautiful.” Leaning down, he takes a nipple between his teeth and gently teases.

His touch. The pressure. It’s hard to restrain myself from moaning. He is so good. So good. “Ah.”

This time he puts his forehead to mine and whispers, “I’ve never felt like this. It’s never been this good before.”

My eyes are growing heavy, my arms beginning to ache from being held behind my back. “How?” I ask, needing his words to cover me.

“I don’t know how.” He cups my face and brings it up to look at him. “I only know why.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you.”

Like the yes he gave me earlier, things can be so simple sometimes. Not complicated, just easy honesty. He kisses me while his hand releases my wrists behind my back. “You standing naked in my apartment in those heels—I’ve never laid eyes on a sexier sight.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, he scoops me up into his arms. “I might want to keep them for special occasions like this.”

“We can always buy more.” He cuts through the living room and down the hallway that leads to his bedroom.

“I’m afraid to find out how much they cost.”

“Don’t be afraid. I would spend ten times that just to see you smile.”

“Because you’re a fool with money?”

“No. Because I’m a fool for you, and I happen to have money.”

I’m totally a fool for him, too, but hearing him admit his feelings for me . . . yeah, falling for him is easy. “Best of both worlds.”

Bringing me closer, he kisses me. “Stay with me.”

My feet land on the ground, but my heart is still floating in the clouds.

“I’m here.” There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

And just when I think tonight can’t get any better, Ethan speaks words that caress my heart.

“I want you here long after tonight.”