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But as she turned back to the man she knew she was falling in love with, the dark look on his face made the easy smile on her lips stiffen and turn brittle.
“What’s the matter,” she asked when he grabbed her hand and began pulling her through the crowd. “Ethan?”
“Yes, love?” He didn’t look back at her as he continued working his way toward the entrance to the ballroom.
“Are you angry with me?”
He stopped near a group of debutantes with fluttering fans and coquettish gazes peeking over the top. They eyed them both with keen interest, making Natalie’s stomach clench with unease. Or was that the conversation? “No, I’m not angry.”
“Then why aren’t you talking?”
He drew in a ragged breath. “I need a drink.”
Those words pierced something deep in her chest. “Ethan,” she hissed but he continued to pull her, moving out of the ballroom and down a dark hall until he stopped in front of a closed door.
She didn’t even bother to ask, quickly withdrawing a pin from her hair. It wasn’t that she wished for him to have that drink, it was that they needed to discuss his statement privately.
He took it, quickly opening the door, pulling her inside, and closing it behind them. For a half second, she worried he’d leave her to search the room for liquor but instead, his chest came to hers, his lips pressing to that spot just below her ear. “Kiss me.”
She turned her face to his, all her doubts pushed away, as the feel of his mouth against hers wiped her mind clean.
His lips were strong and commanding, stoking the flames of the fire that had been burning in her chest since she met him.
She reached up, winding her fingers into his hair as he slanted her mouth open, his tongue sweeping over hers and tangling with her own.
She gasped as sensation burned through her, but he swallowed the sound, pulling her hips against his.
The feel of his hard shaft, still covered by his breeches, pressing into her softer flesh made the ache between her legs pulse. He brought a hand to her backside and pulled her even closer, grinding their bodies together in a way that stole her breath and only made her want more.
Did he understand? He seemed to as he picked her up, wrapping an arm behind her backside and lifting her into the air.
Their lips never broke apart as she held on to his neck. She had no idea where he carried her or why, but she also wasn’t certain she cared. As long as he continued kissing her.
It wasn’t until he sat down, her knees pressing into an upholstered piece of furniture, that she broke away to see where they were.
A sitting room of some kind, by the looks. Ethan had taken a seat in a settee, her legs on either side of his body. But she didn’t study the details any further when Ethan lay back, leaving her straddling him as he gathered the fabric of her skirts, pulling them up about her waist.
“Ethan?” she asked, her hands naturally sliding to his chest as he lounged, looking up at her. In answer, he grabbed her hips and pushed her down while he thrust upward.
He wasn’t inside her, but his hard shaft did rub her in all the right spots, and without the layers of skirts, she could feel every hard ridge of him through his falls. She cried out at the delicious sensation that rocked through her body.
His answer was to do it again. And again. Each time her body felt more than the last until she thought she might faint from the pleasure. Her head lolled back, her body arching into him. The pleasure was deliciously unbearable.
“Oh, Red,” he growled, keeping the rhythm. “You should see how gorgeous you look.”
For a moment, she thought to wonder about the nickname. She wasn’t certain she liked it, but she didn’t know why.
But she forgot as he rocked against her once more, sensation so intense her vision sparked around the edges and her body spasmed in a way that had her gasping for breath a moment before she fell over the edge of pleasure, shuddering as her fingers dug into his chest.
He slowed, his fingers on her hips loosening as he eased his grip.
“Red?” she asked as she opened her eyes and looked down at him, his jaw so rigid it looked as though it might be able to cut glass.
“I love your hair.” But as he said the words, he lifted her up, setting her lightly back down on the settee. He didn’t join her. Instead, he crossed to the buffet and poured himself a tall drink.
She gasped, pushing up on wobbly legs. “What are you doing?”
“I told you that I needed a drink.”
