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“Sorry. I doubt I’m able to think coherently right now.”

The weight of him was starting to constrict my lungs, but I didn’t want to let him go just yet.

He chuckled and left my sweaty back. “That was only a warm-up. There’s so much more to come.”

My eyes widened.

“More?” I squeaked as I pushed up from the counter. My legs felt like jelly, and I wobbled as I turned around. My eyes fell on his hands holding the base of his semi-erect cock and as he carefully removed the condom, I licked my lips.

Oh, boy.

Ethan was definitely not a boy anymore. How could his cock look so big after he’d already come? I’d never thought the most intimate part of a man could be considered beautiful, but the more I looked at it, the more I had to admit that his was a work of art. Perfectly straight, the head a mouthwatering reddish-purple color, and the girth…oh, my god.

The sound of his pleased chuckle brought my gaze up, and I rolled my eyes when he smirked at me.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

He tied the condom and stepped out of his jeans before moving to the trash can underneath the sink. After tossing it out, he came back to me and caged me in. He bent down and the urge to release the lovesick sigh I was keeping locked up behind my lips was strong.

“Answer me,” he murmured softly, his nose circling mine.

The gesture was so sweet – so different from the savage way he’d taken me – that I had to relent. I gave him what he wanted.

“I don’t think I need to tell you I like what I see,” I murmured against his swollen lips.

No longer grinning at me, he hummed as he pressed his cock against my tummy. “Ready for round two?”

I shook my head but it disappeared on a gasp when he bent his head and his lips swallowed my left nipple. His warm mouth and tongue was driving me wild for the second time tonight, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to thread my fingers through his hair, pulling softly as he did the same to my heavy breasts.

“You’re going to kill me,” I whimpered.

He kneeled before me, wrapping his arms around my thighs and didn’t stop his ferocious attack on my sensitive skin. For the second time tonight, he had me enthralled, shivering and a complete hot mess now that I knew what sex with him felt like.

“Oh, well.” I closed my eyes on a low moan. “Better to go out with a bang, I guess.”

His promises from the other night were true.

He used me, broke me and then mended me with his lovemaking until I was so spent, I collapsed in a stupor on his bed, drunk on sex, hours later.

One more thing to learn about Ethan.

He had the stamina of a horse.

15

What Now?

I looked down at my hand wrapped up in Ethan’s larger one as we finally got dressed the next morning – or was it closer to midday? – and went out to share brunch. I couldn’t stop wondering how we’d actually gotten here. Even though it felt so right walking next to him, my heart was racing, and my pulse felt like it was beating as quickly as a hummingbird’s wings.

Being with him last night, not to mention waking up in his arms this morning, had been like a dream come true. The way he held me – legs and arms tangled up in my body, cocooning me in a heat that should have felt stifling, but absolutely wasn’t – made me feel special.

He made me feel special.

I had to admit it had been the best date of my life, but I worried if this would shift the balance of our past relationship too much. Maybe, what we were doing was bound to lead to heartache instead of the bright future I had always longed for us to have.

Could there be more than only sex between us – this all-consuming attraction we both felt was remarkable and, yes, the stuff of fairy tales, but was it possible to turn it into more?

What we had at this very moment, right here and now…it was wonderful, new and thrilling, but would we burn ourselves out fast, hurtling into a tailspin of hurt or indifference?