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His heart is beating against my hand as it rests on his chest. We lean our heads into each other, and his warm breath tickles my face and my neck. “Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?”
I remove my head from his shoulder. “Don’t you dare. Everyone will see.”
“I don’t give a damn who sees.” He leans down and places the softest, gentlest kiss on my lips. That simple kiss fills me with need like no other kiss has ever done.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says brusquely.
I can barely keep up as he drags me off the dance floor. I happen to see Lana and Jake over at the bar. Lana flashes me a knowing smile as we leave.
We are both unusually quiet on the way home. I feel the tension in the air and wonder what he’s thinking. I half anticipated that he’d be all over me in the car, but he’s carefully plastered to his side of the car. Surely, he hasn’t changed his mind.
At some point tonight, I realized trying to stay away from Ethan wasn’t working. It doesn’t make sense to deny our attraction when it’s obvious we want each other. The close proximity of living together isn’t helping. We’re both consenting adults. One night together isn’t going to hurt. I’ll make it clear this is a one-time thing just to get it out of our systems.
One. Night. Only. That’s the only way I can protect my heart from hurt.
Chapter 15
Liz
Ethan pulls me into his condo and forcibly shuts the door. He removes his tuxedo jacket and throws it to the floor. Before I can even open my mouth to speak, his mouth is on mine. This kiss is unlike the others from the gala. It is hard, primal, invading, leaving no room for questions. He reaches up and runs his hand through my hair and down to grasp the back of my neck. His mouth molds to mine in desperation to get as close as possible.
I feel his hands move lower, and suddenly, the top of my dress is loose. He runs his hands up and down my back, along my sides, then just grazes the sides of my breasts. I want him to touch my breasts and rub the aching tips. He knows what I want, and he’s not giving it. He’s so close, but not close enough.
I shift and rub my hips against him. I can feel his hardness through his pants.
“You have no idea how close I was to grabbing you and pulling you on top of me in the car. I couldn’t risk touching you. I was afraid to even look at you.” His voice is hoarse and strained.
“I wouldn’t have said no.”
The smoldering look in his eyes shows his instant desire. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean it. Next time, I might not hold back.”
“Who’s asking you to?” I try for a teasing tone, but the husky voice that comes out barely sounds like me.
Ethan growls low in his throat before swinging me up in his arms. He doesn’t make it far, just to the couch. He lays me down and then goes on his knees next to me. I see him put a condom on the table beside us, but I don’t know where it came from.
“I don’t think you realize how bad I want to be inside you. Tell me you want me, too. Tell me I’m not alone in this. Say it,” he demands.
“Yes, I want you.” I grab his head and bring it down to mine in a kiss that leaves no room for confusion.
He nudges the material of my dress down to expose my breasts. I cry out softly as he wraps his lips around a nipple. He sucks, licks, nibbles. Then he sucks some more while his right hand moves down my leg until he reaches the hem of my dress. I feel the cool air rush against my thighs as he moves the dress higher, higher, higher.
He rubs the palm of his hand against my panties, back and forth. He knows that’s not good enough. He knows I want more. I arch up against his hand. My insides are aching for his touch.
He lifts his head from my breast to look at me. He touches my chin with his finger, forcing me to meet his searing gaze. “You want more, don’t you? You want my fingers inside of you.” Unable totrust my voice, I nod at him. “Hmm, that’s not going to work. You need to tell me what you want.”
“Please,” I pant.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands. “I want to hear the words.”
“I want your fingers inside of me. Please.”
Satisfaction shines in his eyes. He moves his mouth to my other breast and takes the nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard just as he moves my panties to the side and thrusts a finger into my wet flesh. His finger begins moving in and out slowly, building the tension in my body. When he circles my clit, I suck in a hard breath and almost lift off the couch. “That’s right. Just let go,” he says soothingly.
He stops my hand when I reach for his zipper. “No, not yet. I want to see you come first.”
The intensity increases as his tempo speeds up. I try to grab his hand to slow him down, to stop the sensations threatening to take over. How can it be too much and not enough all at the same time? He circles my clit again and plunges his fingers deep. He repeats this several times, and I feel myself going over the edge. I can’t stop it. I feel my body convulse and tighten as I call out his name. “Ethan!”
He covers my mouth with his as my orgasm hits. He is somehow on top of me, and I feel his erection, even through the voluminous material of my dress and his pants. He rubs against me, the friction causing the tension to build again.
