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Ethan throws a wave in their direction, then he leads me onto the unmarked black tour bus.
Ethan nods to a laptop on the kitchen table. He closes the door then leans against a bunk bed. "You really come here to work, Vi?"
"What else would I be doing?"
"Getting me alone."
"I don't…"
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you aren't thinking about unzipping my jeans." His eyes bore into mine. "Tell me you aren't thinking about coming on my fingers."
I am now. I swallow hard. "Aren't we trying to be friends?"
"Can't be friends with you if you're gonna look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm the only thing you've ever wanted."
There's no way I can stop looking at Ethan with lust in my eyes. "Same goes for you."
"I can't." Ethan moves closer. "You look amazing with that haircut." His fingers skim my bare shoulder. "It's like you're offering your neck to me."
I swallow hard.
"You still like being bitten?"
"Yes."
Every inch of my body is on fire. Ethan's breath is warm. His fingers are calloused but his touch is soft. I want those lips everywhere. I want those fingers everywhere.
Kissing Ethan is a bad idea. But my mind isn't working here.
My hand is already moving to his chest. Then my fingers are on his skin. I trace the lines of his chest-piece tattoo.
He leans down and presses his forehead to mine. His eyes go wide with intention.
I know that look.
He's going to kiss me.
Fuck, I want him to kiss me.
My body takes over. I nod a yes.
His hands go to my hips. In one swift movement, he presses me against the bus's wall-slash-window. The glass is cold against the exposed skin on my lower back.
Then my eyes are closed and his lips are on mine.
And he tastes good. He tastes like home. Right now, this instant, is the first time I've felt home in a long time.
My hands go to his ass. I pull him closer.
He's hard. And he's grinding his crotch against mine.
Every inch of me wants every inch of him.
This is the best thing I've felt in a long, long time.
