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“It is. I don’t know how you left this,” I reply, turning and finding myself face to face with him.
And suddenly I’m breathing heavy, my blood pounding, pulsing hard and loud in my ears, my heart slamming against my ribs.
How is it possible that one man can look at me the way Ethan does, and it sends my whole world into a tailspin? I don’t need an answer because I don’t care and I don’t ever want it to stop.
We stand looking at each other, the backdrop of the amazing view behind us, but neither of us says a word. There’s an almost pained expression on Ethan’s face, tortured and desperate, and I can’t let this go on any longer.
“Ethan,” I whisper, his name a breathy cry on my lips. Our eyes connect, never breaking contact and I squeeze my legs together, willing the throbbing between my thighs to stop so I don’t moan out loud. With just a look, this gorgeous man with his disheveled dirty blond hair, can make me come in my panties.
I run my fingers down his arms and he closes his eyes when I lace my fingers with his. My swollen lips ache to be kissed, begging for him to do what we did in that bar, but this time we won’t stop. The need crawls under my skin wanting more with Ethan, wanting everything.
“Tell me, Zoey,” Ethan challenges, his words almost a warning, desperate for me to be the one to start this. His chest rises and falls with an intensity that I’ve never seen in him, with each heaving breath, his lack of words tells me he wants this, he wants me.
“Kiss me,” I command, and what was once a spark has now turned into a raging fire as his lips crash into mine.
Ethan’s hands cup my face, backing me up against the window, his body is flush with mine, pressing into me. I moan into his mouth when his tongue tangles with mine, only making me want more, more than this.
This is really happening. This isn’t a fake kiss in a bar. This isn’t just a hook up and I grind against him, Ethan’s knee slips between my thighs. I’ve wanted this, begged for it and it’s obvious Ethan feels the same way.
Gripping my wrists, he raises my hands above my head, pinning them to the window as his lips dance down the curve of my neck, sending even more need crawling under my skin, making me hungry for even more.
Before I realize it, the sounds of my moans fill the room, as Ethan sucks hard at my neck, biting and licking. His hands slip down my body, shoving at my sweater, exposing my stomach and then my bra, my breasts spilling out from the cups, desperate to be touched.
“I want you, Zoey.” Ethan stops, his gaze locked on mine, his lips red and swollen. “I need you.”
The pulse between my thighs increases, sending a jolt of anticipation rocketing through me. It urges me on, the look in Ethan’s eyes encouraging me even more.
I run my hands down his chest, tugging at the buttons on his shirt, releasing them as I go and pushing his shirt open.
I gasp out loud the second he’s shirtless, taking in his gorgeous, muscled chest. He looks better than I could have ever imagined and just seeing him like this has me desperate to explore his body with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. I want to trace every line of muscle. I want to taste every inch of him.
There’s a charge in the room that feels like it could explode if we lit a match, hot and heavy, desperate with need and anticipation.
Ethan’s hands move to my sweater, pulling it over my head, leaving me shirtless, my black lace bra on display, wanting him to take me in, wanting him to explore my body.
“I’ve wanted this,” I moan out, Ethan’s mouth moving to my breast, his fingers roughly pulling the cup of my bra down.
“How long?” he growls, his teeth grazing my nipple, his hands gripping my ass.
Goosebumps trail over my skin with each touch and I begin to ride his thigh, pushing more and more into him, begging it to never stop.
“Since the moment I saw you.”
Chapter17
Ethan
“Fuck,” I groan against her breast, her admission turning me on more than she could ever know. I am so done thinking this is a bad idea or that I shouldn’t let it happen.
Fuck that.
I want her and she wants me. Screw everything else.
I suck on her breast as I slide my hand around her back, undoing her bra before peeling it off. She’s pressed against the window, topless with the glow of the bay behind her as she stares up at me, a look on her face that almost brings me to my knees.
“Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her as my fingers trail down her soft, smooth skin to the button of her jeans and undo it. She groans my name as I lower the zipper before slipping my fingers inside the black lace of her panties. “So wet,” I murmur, kissing her deeply as I slowly slide a finger inside her, the feel of her intoxicating.
“Yes,” she says against my mouth, her hands pushing at my shirt, trying to get it off my shoulders.
