Page 92 of Vows We Never Made

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The sugar rush blanks out my brain.

It’s enough for me to drag his mouth back to mine.

His fingers go lower, roaming down my rib cage, his hands calloused from his time in the Army.

Something about that roughness and the force in his skin makes me liquid.

There are a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t do this, but I can’t think of a single one.

He wastes no time as he picks me up, carrying me to the bed.

I wrap my legs around his waist, surprised he doesn’t struggle with me when I’m not the lightest girl.

From this angle, I can feel his erection, massive and insistent.

He’s harder than granite already.

For me.

Oh my God, hewantsme.

And yes, on the beach I felt his erection, too, but that was different.

That was a spontaneous whoopsie and we still had the good sense to stop before it went too far.

Tonight, there’s no chance that happens.

The way he grunts when he feels me shifting against his cock says the moon colliding with the Earth couldn’t halt this.

Nothing will.

Certainly not any worries about being too careful as he drops me down on the bed and hooks his fingers inside my panties.

With his nostrils flared, he rips them down, skimming over my legs before he tosses them aside.

Now, I’m truly naked.

Naked in front of Ethan Blackthorn.

Not something I ever thought I’d be until recently. Until he filled my head with electric fantasies after the kiss to end all kisses.

And he devours me with a glance.

God, there’s so much night in his eyes I worry I’ll keep falling—falling, drowning, losing myself.

Will I ever stop?

There’s no blue left except for this midnight shadow, so dark it’s almost menacing.

The cool air kisses between my legs, and I close them so he can’t see everything, suddenly self-conscious.

But when he sees me hiding, he takes my knees, pulling them open.

“Everything, Pages,” he commands with a gruffness that zips up my spine. “Show me everything.”

Oh, I’m painfully aware of my imperfections.

From this angle, my ample boobs slump and there’s a crease in my belly from the way my thighs are propped up.