Chloe’s arms slump around my shoulders, our ragged breaths mingling with sounds of pleasure as I slam into her, over and over, every thrust a wet smack.
“I love the sounds you make,” I say into her neck, and I’m not just talking about her moans.
Chloe brings her lips to mine.“You feel so good,” she murmurs against my mouth, and we wind our tongues back together, kissing under the stream of water.
My hands slide down her arms, gripping her elbows as I gaze into her hooded eyes.“Turn around so I can fuck you against that wall.”I lift my chin at the side of the stall.
Chloe inhales sharply and slides off me.She turns around, flattening her palms against the wooden panels.And there it is again—my new favorite view.I step up close and smack my hand down on her ass, loving the needy sounds it wrings from her throat as I stroke and squeeze her cheeks.
Instead of pushing back onto her, I stand right where I am.“Get on my dick, Chloe.”
With a sharp inhale, she shifts back against me, and I grip her hips and shove forward, burying myself inside her.
“Touch yourself,” I say.
Chloe reaches to clasp her tits, her head falling back against my chest.Her other hand glides down to her thighs, her fingers finding the spot she wants.
“That’s it,” I encourage, watching over her shoulder.“Make that pretty pussy come.”
A few more strokes, and she falls apart against me.When her spasms of pleasure subside, I bring her hand to my mouth and close my lips around her fingers, tasting as much of her as I can.Letting go, I return my grip to her hips, thrusting her hard against the wall.
“You take me so well,” I rasp against Chloe’s ear, and every moan that rattles out of her pushes me to keep going.
Time begins to slow, stop, speed up, then disappear altogether until I can’t take it anymore.My face falls into Chloe’s neck as I pull out of her, hot liquid pleasure spilling over and washing down her glistening skin.
When I come out of the dizzying spell, Chloe’s hand is clutching my face, her lips kissing mine.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
CHLOE
The warm mugin my hand never makes it to my lips.They’re too busy wearing what feels like a permanent smile, one full of secrets and thoroughly kissed.
Willow clears her throat, the front of her apron splattered with foam from where she stuck the wand too deep into the milk.“You okay, Clo?”
What I want to say is, “Ethan freaking Davis rocked my world so hard I can still feel him between my thighs.”
But since we’re in the middle of the coffee shop, and the barnacles are so close that I can hear them slurping from their mugs, I go with, “I’m great.”
So,sogreat.
Ethan was… I don’t even have words to describe him.This morning was completely unexpected, especially when I’d convinced myself he and I were never going to happen.Now I feel vindicated, and a little silly for doubting myself.But also—holy cow.Can we talk about how that mandominatedevery inch of my body?I knew he was strong; I’ve spent the better part of the last few weeks obsessing over those arms of his.But to pick me up like I weighed no more than the foam on a cappuccino and blow my mind?That was no mean feat.
Call me a glutton, but I am absolutely craving more, more, more.
The door swings wide and my obsession walks through like he owns the place, thick shoulders high and proud, and a smirk on his lips when our eyes catch.Before he makes it to the counter, I have his coffee just the way he likes it, in my favorite pug mug.
Willow snorts, muttering under her breath, “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this story.”
I sidle closer so that only she can hear.“It’s a pretty good one, with areallyhappy ending.”
Her laughter follows me to the counter, where Ethan waits, scanning the menu like he hasn’t come in enough times to have it memorized.
I slide the mug across the counter without a word, waiting to see how he’s going to play this.
Ethan hooks his fingers through the handle and raises the drink to his lips, the steam curling around his brow as he stares at me, his gaze slowly sliding down my body, like he can see right through my yellow shirt and jean shorts.“Hey.”
The deep rumble of his voice wreaks havoc on my lady parts.“Hey.You here for lunch?”
