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underwear—a lot.”
    “Mmm, me too. But the gifts of lingerie were for my indulgence. Not yours. Sorry.”
    My lip curled at his matter-of-fact tone.
    “Get rid of the bra,” he instructed.
    My brow furrowed in question as to why he didn’t do it himself. “Why won’t you touch me?”
    “Because if I do, I won’t be able to stop. Now get rid of the bra and lift up your ass so I can dispense with this scrap of material.”
    I did as I was told, sliding the bra down my shoulders and discarding it to the side then tilting my pelvis to feel him tug away the thong.
    “Now lie down. Your hands above your head.”
    Reacting instantly, I lay with my arms stretched above, my legs open wide in a blatant display of utter, solicitous want. I felt brazen, and sexy, and not in the least bit inhibited. Ethan’s breath came in short, sharp gasps in communion with mine, and the scent of desire hung heavy in the air.
    All of a sudden, I heard the sound of a button popping, the slow gliding of a zipper, and the swish of material as he worked his jeans past his hips and thighs. The image of his pulsing cock springing free from the confines of the denim had me thrusting my pelvis skyward. For a second, I wanted to reach down and touch myself, the burning rush of liquid desire becoming almost too difficult to control.
    “Focus, Angel.”
    I inhaled deeply, my senses on red alert for the next sound or movement. Somehow, I seemed to sense the shifting of light, as if a flickering candle had been passed in front of my eyes, the scent of a burning wick and melted candle wax wafting under my nose. And then without warning, a sharp stinging burn seemed to scorch my skin. The pain was localized to the trail leading from my navel down to my sex, and I cried out, jolting away from the sudden contact. It was gone in a second, the shock leaving me gasping in confusion.
    “Ethan…?”
    “Shh, baby. Relax.” His soothing voice interrupted me. “Take a breath. Remember, employ the logic—look deeper. Here it comes again.”
    “No, Ethan. It’s too hot… it’s burning.” Images of dripping candle wax blistering the most sensitive areas of my body came rushing into my mind.
    “Are you sure?”
    Am I sure? Course I’m fucking sure. It hurts like hell!
    The sensation came again, a heated, searing, almost piercing pain, this time continuing its torturous journey up the trail to circle my navel.
    I flinched, but my instinct to reach out and rub at the burn was suddenly halted in its tracks.
    Ethan’s words echoed in my head. Are you sure? Employ the logic—look deeper.
    “Ice.” The word hissed from my lungs, along with the breath I hadn’t known I was holding, and suddenly the sensation was altogether different. It wasn’t burning hot—it was freezing cold.
    “Good girl,” he crooned, the smile in his voice as evident as his arousal.
    The ice began to pool in my navel, overflowing to drip down over my abdomen, a slow trickling sensation, which for some reason also felt wildly erotic. Ethan continued the ice trail up through the dip of my breasts to the hollow at the base of my throat, up and over the bump of my chin to my mouth. I gasped as he traced it slowly around my lips, my tongue snaking out to catch the drips from the now rapidly melting ice cube.
    “Suck,” he instructed, a sigh of utter gratification growling from low within his chest as I closed my lips to draw on the ice. Within seconds it was gone, thawing into clean, liquid water and disappearing down my throat.
    “Did you like that, Cinders?”
    “Yes,” I groaned. “I want more.”
    “More?” A hint of satisfied amusement laced his tone. “I think you’re finally beginning to see. Things aren’t always what they first appear to be. Sometimes it’s easier to acknowledge what you think your brain wants you to see. And if it seems plausible, you respond accordingly—usually with evasion if it’s something you think could cause you pain or discomfort. But if