“You said that I made you... feel different.” He shifted back over me, crushing his body to mine. There was no air left to breathe, nowhere else to look. He cupped a hand to my cheek. “Do you feel alive when we’re doing this?”
His nuclear kiss restarted my heart. Holy hell, I did, but only a fraction of that made it into my confession. “Yeah. I do.”
“Good. Me, too.” He pushed a lock of my hair out of his way. “So, let’s keep doing it.”
His warm skin was on mine, his mouth urgent and persistent, and the anger evaporated.
“Yes,” I cried when he began to move again, his steady rhythm building. Desire poured through me, flowing everywhere and sweeping me away. My ankles crossed behind his back. Fingernails coursed down his skin, digging in to his thick muscles, trying to get him closer. I’d give him whatever he wanted, anything, as long as he didn’t stop. Maybe even my broken, useless heart.
Ethan had one hand under me, holding me in place as he drove into me, powerful and deep, each movement better than the last. His wet tongue stroked mine, sending a jolt of pleasure to my center.
Fuck, the things he could do with that tongue.
“I make you feel alive,” he said. His arrogant smile was sexy.
“Don’t be so fucking smug about it.”
I used his amusement to initiate a roll, getting him to turnonto his back. His jaw tightened like he was in pain.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up on him.
“I’m going to last all of fifteen seconds like this,” he muttered, his hands fumbling for my breasts.
Oh.I smiled and covered his hands with mine. “Let’s make them count, then.”
I ground my hips into him, arching my back, and moaned at the sensation of having him this way. The hands beneath mine tensed.
“Slow. You’re gonna . . . ” he said, breathless.
I kept moving, faster and faster. Waves of pleasure shot up my spine, flowing outward as I drew closer to ecstasy.
Concern crept into his eyes. “Wait.”
No way.My heart was racing, my body aching for release, every last inch of me wanted him to give what only he could. These strange feelings, being out of control, it was so good. And... oh, God...
“Goddammit,” he moaned.
He wrapped his rough hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down to his mouth while his other hand latched on to my hip, guiding me to an even faster pace. We’d both crossed the point of no return.
“Olivia,” he groaned, his body tensing beneath and inside mine. My hands were splayed on his chest, and as he came, his heart pounded as if it wanted to break free from his body. The pulsing inside me, his reaction to me, it all sent me soaring.
Everything went dark and then light. Cold faded to warmth, and I didn’t feel quite so alone in that moment. It was a new kind of pleasure.
Connection.
My body collapsed on his heaving, sweaty chest. As I struggled to catch my breath, I noticed his head was tilted at an odd angle, and my aching hand revealed the reason. I’d grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head sideways during my orgasm. It had to have been painful.
I let go immediately. “Oh, God, sorry.”
He flashed a lazy smile. “For manhandling me? I don’t mind.”
When my legs started working again, I rolled off him and stared up at the sky through the window. The panic that had gripped me in the home office didn’t make an appearance, but I wondered if maybe it was just dormant. Waiting for the best moment to strike.
The bed shifted when he stood, and it was followed by an enormous bang.
“Fucking hell,” he said, rubbing the top of his head where he’d hit the low ceiling.
He went to the bathroom and reappeared a few moments later, his gaze wary of the ceiling when he climbed back into bed beside me.
