Page 180 of Beneath the Blue Moon

I grab the base of his dick, hungrily taking him into mymouth.

“Casey!”

Alpha voice.I release him instantly, falling back on myheels.I stare at the floor, not daring to look up at him.Out of the corner ofmy eye, I watch him sit on the bed, remove his shoes, and kick off the garmentsI’d left around his ankles.He walks to the table opposite the bed, and I hearwhat I think are his cufflinks being tossed onto it.Moving back to the bed, heremoves his socks before addressing me.

“Come to me.”

I rise slowly, moving to stand before him.I stare at hischest, feeling repentant for an unknown reason.He tips my face up toward hisand I chance a look into his eyes.He’s not mad.Thank God.

“So beautiful…” he whispers.

Yes, you are.He reaches for my earrings, and histouch turns my body into a quivering mess.After removing them, he reaches formy necklace.

“Let’s get these out of the way, shall we?”

He drops them on the nightstand and then moves behind me.Heleans in, his breath hot on my neck.I ball my hands into fists, trying tocontrol my body’s reaction to him.If I don’t, I’ll fall to the floor in a tremblingheap.

“Let’s see about this dress.”

His fingers brush against my back as they travel to thezipper.My nails dig into my palm, and I moan softly.

“I’ve wanted to rip it off you all.Night.”

“Oh, God, Ethan.Please!”

“Casey, you’re shaking.”

“Because I want you.”

“It’s okay.Just relax,” he says as he rubs my shoulders.“Takedeep breaths.”

I breathe in deeply.As I exhale, the bodice of my dressslips down.He pushes it past my waist and over my hips, and it falls in a poolaround my ankles.My breath catches when he places his palms at my sides.Withhis lips at my ear, he quietly sings the chorus of John Legend’s “All of Me.”My heart feels like it’s about to rip its way out of my chest.He presses hislips to my neck as his hands roam my body gently.I lean against him, basking inthe love I still can’t believe he feels for me.

“Keep breathing.”

He hooks his thumbs into my pantyhose, kneeling at my feetas he begins to peel them off. I raise one leg, then the other, allowing himto remove my stockings.Picking up the dress, he drapes it across one of thearmchairs by the window.

“Casey.”

I turn to face him as he sits in the other armchair.There heis, like the master of the universe, sitting on his throne with the lights ofthe city shining behind him.He’s certainly the master ofmyuniverse.Ibite my bottom lip as he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Let your hair down.”

One by one, I remove the pins from my hair and place them onthe nightstand.My hair falls around my face, tumbling down my back.He’swatching me, looking at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Take off that bra.I want to see my 38Cs.”

I smile as I reach around and undo the hooks of my straplessbra.The moment it hits the floor, he tells me to remove my panties.I push themdown my legs and kick them toward him.He catches them, inspecting them beforelooking at me again.

“Again, I love how wet you get for me.”

I stand before him naked and unashamed.I would do anythingfor him to keep looking at me the way he is now.

“Don’t move,” he instructs.“I want to look at what’s mine.”

And he does, from my feet to my face and back, hisexpression a mix of desire and reverence.After what seems like a lifetime, hemakes his way back to me, removing his dress shirt and undershirt.

“Come here.”