Page 74 of Ethan: The Untouchable CEO

She lifts her hands, letting her fingers glide over my skin before she begins to massage, first gently, then with more pressure, testing exactly how far she can push.

I only chuckle as I angle my chin, challenging her with my gaze.

“Didn’t you warn me to stay away from you?”

Her lips curve into a teasing smile, her eyes locking onto mine, full of defiance.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asks, the edge of mockery unmistakable.

I smirk, my pulse picking up. “Do you think you can resist?”

She leans in, her breath warm against my chest, and starts kissing me—leisurely and controlled, her tongue tracing soft paths along my skin.

Every touch ignites something inside me, and I have to dig deep for control. I’m certain she can feel my hard cock beneath her, because she shifts, subtly repositioning herself right over it, every movement intentional, charged.

“This is how you touch a man who’s in a relationship, Thalia?” I ask, tone serious, but threaded with both warning and provocation.

Part of me wants her to stop.

The other part wants her exactly where she is.

But naked. Riding my cock.

“I just want to make sure you’re not seriously hurt,” she replies, lowering herself toward the waistband of my pants, her lips brushing my skin—teasing, tasting.

I keep my hands flat on either side of me, expression controlled, chest rising and falling as I force myself to stay still while every nerve in my body screams.

“I’m not sure this is how someone checks for injuries,” I reply, my voice tighter than I intend.

She lifts her gaze to mine, still close, her lips and tongue moving with unmistakable intent. My pulse spikes, the air between us turning thick, electric.

“What do you want from me, Thalia?” I ask, right on the edge of losing control, knowing she’s not leaving tonight. “You’ve been provoking me for five days, and when I touched you earlier, you told me not to…”

Her eyes narrow, but they are no less provocative. “Are you in a relationship, Ethan?”

Laughing under my breath, I hold her gaze without answering.

She bites my abdomen in retaliation, drawing a groan from me. My muscles tense instinctively, even though the movement sends a sharp sting through my ribs.

“Why do you want to know, Thalia?” I ask, dry sarcasm merely masking the heat running through me.

Her tongue drags slowly up my chest, pausing to circle one nipple, then the other.

My fists clench at my sides, holding myself back as my entire body burns under her touch.

She doesn’t stop. Her lips and tongue continue their slow ascent, tempting, pressing, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake until she reaches my ear, her breath warm, sending a flaming rush down my spine.

Then she whispers, sultry, “Because I want to know if I just licked another woman’s man or not.”

Her lips brush my earlobe; she bites lightly, then sucks, leaving behind a searing ache.

“And I want to know if I can have sex with him, or I’ll have to accept the offer I got earlier from a local…”

I don’t let her finish.

My right hand comes up instantly, gripping her neck—firm, controlled—forcing her gaze back to mine. Every inch of me hums with tension, desire, and warning.

“I’d advise you to think twice before finishing that sentence while you’re in my room, in my bed, on top of me,” I growl, my voice dark, commanding.