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In fact, it would be pretty damn good.
I finished first. Ethan cleared his plate quickly after I did, and he took both of our empty plates over to the sink.
“Netflix and chill?” he asked, wriggling his eyebrows.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “We’re not going to fight over the remote again, are we?”
“Yes. Because if you fall on top of me again, you’re staying there.” His eyes flashed with heat, and my cheeks flushed at what he was saying.
Okay, then.
I sat on the sofa, tucking my feet beneath my butt. I was there first, so I was the one who had control of the remote. “Muahahaha,” I cackled, turning on the TV before Ethan had even sat down.
He made an annoyed noise and sat down next to me. “What are we watching?”
“I don’t know.” I paused as Netflix loaded. “Why don’t you pick?”
“Hand over the remote, then.”
“As if. I’m not falling for that.”
“Why? Because you don’t want to be on top of me?”
“I can climb on top of you if I want. But no, I’m not falling for it because I’m not going to get roped into watching some shit TV and not be able to change it. At least this way I’m in control of the shows.”
“Fuck. Okay. Fine. Did you finish that royal show you were—” Ethan grabbed me and yanked me over the sofa.
Screaming, I fell on top of him. Not at all elegantly or sexily.
Nope. Like a big pile of bricks clattering to the ground.
“Ethan.”
“That didn’t work, did it?”
“No.” I sat back up, pausing only to retrieve the remote from the floor. I knelt next to Ethan, focused on the TV screen. I flicked through a few shows, but nothing jumped out at me.
So I did the smart thing.
I jumped Ethan instead.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – AVA
A Dick A Day Keeps Stress Away
I moved, swinging my leg over his thighs so I was straddling him. He laughed, almost as if he was expecting me to do it.
I grinned, circling his neck with my arms. “It’s the sweatpants.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.” He ran his hands up my thighs, sliding them over the curve of my ass. He pulled my hips against him so that my pussy was pressed against his cock that was already getting hard. “It’s the panties, for what it’s worth.”
I leaned down, bringing my nose close to his. “I know. That’s why I put them on.”
Ethan slid his hand up my back until his fingers brushed the nape of my neck. He moved his arm so his fingers curled around my neck, and he pulled my lips against his.
It was a slow kiss, one that I felt all through my body. My toes curled in the best way, and I slipped my fingers into his hair. The pounding of my heart was insane, and I gasped when Ethan’s grip on my hip tightened.
His fingertips dug into my skin, sending shoots of pleasure through me.
I rocked my hips against him, pushing myself right against his hard cock. I wanted him, and if he was going to blow me off like he did last night, I was going to kill him.
End of.
His body was solid beneath my touch, and I explored his shoulders and stomach with my hands. He was doing the same, running his hands up and down my thighs, beneath my shirt, cupping my ass. Every touch sent fire sparking across my skin, and I just wanted more.
More touching.
More feeling.
More of whatever this consuming, addictive sensation was.
Ethan slid both his hands up my sides, pulling shirt up. The fabric rolled up over my breasts, and we broke the kiss long enough for it to go over my head and onto the floor.
His movements were swift. First, his hands cupped my breasts, then his mouth lowered to my nipple, his tongue toying with it. I gasped, moving my hips, desperate to feel more from him.
He explored me, this time with his mouth. He went from nipple to nipple, across my collarbones, my neck—kisses dotted along my skin, all desperate, needy, forceful touches.
I responded by gripping his arms tightly, by offering myself to him entirely.
But it wasn’t enough. Somehow, it just wasn’t enough.
More, more, more.
I adjusted myself so my mouth found his. I kissed him greedily, like I was drowning, and he was the oxygen I craved.
He groaned into my mouth, and it was so good I could barely breathe. Together, we moved, switching places. He kissed me one more time, a long, deep kiss that had my thighs clenching.
He pulled away, chuckling. He knew because he was between them. He was exactly where I wanted, but he was wearing two items of clothing too many.
Ethan stood up and took a few steps toward the island. He grabbed the condom from the counter, shooting me a quick grin. I bit the inside of my cheek. I couldn’t focus on anything other than his slick movements.
