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"Really?" I press my lips together as I stare into his blue eyes.
He nods. He presses his palm against my lower back and pulls my body closer. "I want you around, Vi, and I want to be around."
"I want you around."
"I want to erase all the pain in your life. I want to fill you with pleasure and I want to convince you that you deserve it." He presses his lips to mine.
I kiss him back. In this moment, I'm exactly where I need to be.
I'm whole.
When the kiss breaks, he stares into my eyes. "Tell me you want that too."
"I do." I run my fingers through his messy, dark hair. "Can we start now, in your hotel room?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
Chapter Twenty-Six
Violet
This is the nicest room in the nicest hotel in town. In a sleepy Montana town that equates to a motel setup with beige carpet, white walls decked with paintings of horses, and one king bed.
Ethan strips the bed to only the white cotton sheets. He double-checks the door—it's locked—then scoops me into his arms and pins me to the wall.
His breath is warm on my shoulders, my neck, my ear. "Tell me you need me."
"I do. I need you so badly, Ethan."
He plants a long kiss on my neck. Then his teeth are scraping against my skin. "I need you, but I need to watch you come first."
His voice is low and demanding. It makes me hot all over. I need to be out of this skirt and blouse. I need to be out of all my clothes.
Ethan drags his fingers up my inner thigh. My skin tingles from his touch. All that heat pools below my belly. I'm already achy and desperate.
He's far too good at this, but I'm not complaining.
He sinks his teeth into my skin. It's a tiny hint of pa
in, only enough to wake up my senses.
His fingers slide under my skirt. He presses his palm against me, over my panties. I can feel all the heat of his hand. I can feel the callouses on his fingers. I need these panties gone. I need those fingers on me.
He rubs me over my panties. I gasp, my knees knocking together out of pure reflex.
"Take off your clothes." His blue eyes get intense and demanding as he takes a step backwards.
I slide his leather jacket off my shoulders and drop it on the floor. Slowly, I unzip my blouse and pull it over my head.
His eyes get wider. His expression gets hungrier. Still, he stays put.
My skin burns from the intensity of his gaze. It's like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.
Slowly, I unzip my miniskirt and slide it off my hips. I let my breasts spill as I bend over to remove my boots. Then it's just me in my bra and panties.
Ethan's tongue slides over his lips. He presses his palms against his outer thighs. He wants to touch me—I can tell—but he's waiting.
I want him touching me.
