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e these movies, too.”
He sets the almost empty bowl on the coffee table and cuddles with me. Ethan’s so big and muscular he takes up the entire couch. I’m curvy but petite, which makes it’s easy for Ethan to tuck me under his chin and wrap his arms around me.
“All better,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
Yes, all better.
With Ethan, I feel safe and loved, and even though I don’t need him to hold me during a horror film, I find comfort in his warmth. My breath hitches when he readjusts his position and grazes my leg with his fingers, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I have no idea what’s happening on the screen. People are screaming. The usual suspense music fills the living room. But all I can think about is how much my skin tingles from his touch.
Halfway through the movie, he pushes my hair off my neck and brushes his lips against my skin. The heat from his breath sends a chill down my spine that makes my toes curl in anticipation. When he notices the rapid increase in my breathing and the way my legs part for him, he slides his hand along the seam of my panties and bends forward to kiss me. At first, it’s a small peck on the lips, nothing more than a tease. But I want more. Parting my lips with his tongue, he kisses me softly, the passion between us intensifying by the second. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs hard, deepening the kiss.
He rubs my sensitive spot over my lace panties, my insides burning from his heated touch. I moan into his mouth, a desperate plea for him to go further. Ethan moves the fabric to the side and slips two fingers inside me. I clamp down on his fingers, and he grunts against my neck.
“You drive me fucking crazy, little lamb.”
I open my legs wider to allow him better access. He’s a greedy bastard and takes what he wants. But so am I. My body tightens, and my mind goes blank from the intense pressure building within me. His lips stifle my moans. I practically combust when Ethan increases his speed, his thumb circling my clit. I bite my lip, a fire burning beneath my skin.
He takes my ear into his mouth to suck on it and whispers, “Come for me.”
My entire body trembles, his wish is my command. Out of breath, I peek up at Ethan, who raises his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. Then, he pushes my dress over my hips and slides my panties down my thighs. As his hands roam over my body, he lets out an animalistic groan.
In a hurry, he stands to remove his pants. He strips for me but not in a seductive way. It’s as if his skin is on fire and he needs to rip off his clothes. The couch sinks beneath his weight when he drops his knee to the cushion and kicks open my legs.
Staring down at me, he licks his lips. “Take off your dress.”
I reach behind me to pull down the zipper and raise the dress above my head, adding it to the pile of clothes on the carpet.
“Much better.” He grabs his long, hard cock in his hand, his gaze traveling up to my breasts. “I love your fucking tits. Pinch your nipples for me.” I do as he asks, and he licks his lips.
Ethan makes room for himself between my legs and slides his fingers up my left thigh. He throws my left leg over his shoulder and kisses the inseam of my thigh as he inches his way inside me.
“Fuck,” he says, his big, strong hand gripping my hip as he moves faster. “You feel so fucking good, little lamb.” He dips down to kiss my breast and says, “Mine.” Then, he kisses the other. “Mine.” He kisses me on the lips. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper. “I was always yours.”
He pushes deeper inside me, forcing me to take all of him at once. “Damn right you were.”
I moan in response, too focused on the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes. It doesn’t take long for Ethan to make me tremble beneath his bulky frame. After another mind-blowing release, I’m riding a sex high that has me teetering on the edge.
He mumbles a series of groans and curses under his breath, gripping me hard as his body spasms. His chest rises and falls, his breathing still labored.
Our eyes meet for a second, and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wicked grin. “I’m never letting you go, Mia.” His voice is almost a whisper.
Pushing the sweat-slick hair off his forehead, I smile. “I don’t want you to.”
He winks. “Good girl.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ethan: Six Months Later
“Good game,” Will says, strolling over to the bench in the locker room, a towel wrapped around his waist. “We’re celebrating tonight. You coming out with us?”
After a big win in Boston, all of the single guys on the team are going out to a local bar. I have no interest in drinking or hanging out with any women other than Mia. In fact, I have plans with the other woman in my life.
I called my mom before the game. It had been too long since the last time we spoke on the phone and even longer since the last time I saw her in person. Our relationship has been strained for a while now, but she’s alone here in Boston, in a massive house that’s too large for one person and with no one other than servants to help her.
I shake my head and stuff my jersey into my bag. “No, I can’t. I have plans.”
