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Ethan held me fast, and his sinister tongue speared into my body, making me wetter than I had ever been in my life. He kept up a constant rhythm with his lips and tongue, and I realized I liked his rougher touch than his gentle, and feeling my climax rearing up, I began writhing and grinding against him urgently.
“Ethan…”
It nearly killed me to keep my hands where they were and only use my body and my words to convey how close I was to tipping off the edge. He sucked on my clit again and slid a finger inside me, and I reconsidered not letting him give me oral, but the lust swirling inside me was ready to let him take me to bed too. The man was wicked with his mouth.
Ethan continued to pleasure me, finding all the places that made my body sing sopranos. He slid another finger inside me and curved it up until he found the spot that made me moan and gasp. While his tongue kept up the steady pace on my clit, I bucked so hard he had to hold me down.
That was all it took. A zing ran through my body, and I felt flat on the table as pure pleasure blasted from my core and possessed my body. I was sure I screamed his name as the waves of my orgasm rolled through me, over and over. Black spots peppered my vision; my chest was in a tight cage and forced me to gasp for air…even while Ethan’s mouth was still sealed over my core, the tight flick of his tongue gave me more pleasure than I’d known was possible.
What had I just done?
Gradually, he pulled away from me and kissed my inner thigh again.
“How was that for your first time?” he asked, gently sliding my panties back up.
My first experience with oral sex had been nothing like what I thought it was or how it would end up. It was the furthest thing from what I’d been expecting, and now the beginnings of an uncomfortable aftermath started to grip me. Embarrassment at how I’d come undone in front of him made me want to grab my stuff and run and hide.
How should I react after that….
It was Ethan Vega, of all people.
“I-I…” I shook the haze off from my head, and I sat up. Still somewhat dazed, I fixed my bra and sweatshirt and looked for my jeans. “I—”
Ethan was on his feet and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he caged my chin with his forefinger and thumb. His expression was muted, his eyes distant. “You’re running from me, Mia. Don’t do that.”
I couldn’t hide from him. “I’m out of my element here, Ethan. As a matter of fact, I’m still trying to figure out how we went from shouting at each other to you—to you going down on me. Where is the connection? Please tell me because I am freaking out inside.”
“Does there have to be one?” he asked coolly.
“Yes,” I replied, feeling the mania start to tumble in my chest. “Yes, it does. I-I’m breaking my brain trying to find a common denominator in this—”
“That denominator is that we had feelings for each other but didn’t dare admit it,” his eyes were getting cold now. “Don’t pretend we hate each other, Mia. You and I know we don’t, and don’t start pretending we do.”
I knew he was getting frustrated, but I was on the verge of total panic mode. I was not ready to admit it, but I knew he felt the same sensual connection we’d just shared, at least on some level. I’d felt it in his touch, his kiss, and saw it in the flicker of his eyes.
I really wasn’t a raving masochist, I swear I was not, but there was no explanation for why I had gone against everything I held sensible and proper and how the rules of my life were set up—to let Ethan have sex with me. It didn’t matter we hadn’t ended up in bed; me coming harder than I had the whole of my adult sexual life meant something.
Not to mention, my family would crucify me if they got even the tiniest whisper of this.
Ethan was a dangerous bonfire to my senses and my future, ones that would turn me to ash if I couldn’t figure this out… or if I let this happen again.
Looking up, I realized Ethan had withdrawn completely. He was sipping his drink. “Are you going to run now, Mia?”
“I think it might be best,” I replied, my eyes dropping to my abandoned plate. “Thanks for dinner.”
He shook his head; it was clear he was dissatisfied and upset. “Sure.”
I didn’t know what to do, what to say, or even if I should…apologize. My head was twisted up in knots, and I didn’t know what to do. The only thing I could do was to grab my purse and hightail it out there as if my pants were on fire.
I drove home with my thoughts circling in my head like a tornado.
The kiss we’d shared that night had been hot, hotter than the goddamn bonfire we’d been close to, and even knowing I had lacked judgment on kissing a stranger, I wouldn’t—couldn’t— apologize for it.
Now, even while every nerve ending in my body was screaming at me to turn the car around, plainly tell him how I felt, and go for round two—I damn well knew it was a bad idea. Kissing Ethan Vega—or falling in bed with him—would not lead to anything good. It would only lead to confusion, trouble in the town, and outrage from our families.
I exhaled, trying to ignore the lingering scent of him that still spiraled through my lungs.
There had been a time when I’d been intensely aware of him half a church room across from me, just as I’d spent an equal amount of time trying to ignore his very existence. As a child, I had only seen Ethan as a competition, but I would be lying to myself if I didn’t acknowledge I’d admired him from afar, too, especially since he’d matured from beanpole to Greek God.
