Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“You were moving too slow, and I have plans for you that can’t wait.”
His deep, masculine voice produces an aching within me I can’t ignore. I burrow my face in the crook of his neck, no longer wanting to fight him as he carries me over the threshold.
He holds out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
Inside the three-story brownstone, a narrow hallway to the right leads to a set of doors. Each floor has two apartments, with the smallest ones on the lower floors. The walls are painted stark white with lights overhead that cast a yellowish hue around us.
Given Ethan’s athletic build, he has no problem taking the stairs two at a time as if it’s nothing. He’s a big guy, and in his arms, I feel safe, secure. Ethan manhandles me like I’m a doll. He sets me on the floor to fumble with the keys, opening the door and kicking it shut before he lifts me up again.
As Ethan pushes my back against the wall, I wrap my legs around his middle and slide my hands up his chest. Holding me tight, his lips crash against mine with fury. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his touch until now. More like I’ve craved him. The second our mouths separated at the club, I wanted more. Now, I have him. All of him.
Ethan kisses me, our tongues working in harmony. He invades my mouth with a vicious hunger, and ten years of pent-up sexual desire exploding all at once. And I feel every second of those years. He tells me with his body how much he’s wanted this. Claims me with each flick of his tongue. Possesses me with each finger he digs into my side.
After what feels like an hour, our lips part, both of us out of breath and panting. Ethan cups the side of my face with his big hand and sighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Mia.”
“Me, too.” I can barely get the words out.
He shakes his head. “Too fucking long.”
We stare at each other, a beat passing between us before he pushes my panties aside to run his finger along my slick folds. Testing my wetness, Ethan slides his finger in and out of me and makes a hissing sound.
“So wet. So fucking tight. Damn, Mia, what are you doing to me? I thought I could control myself with you. I have to control myself. But I can’t.”
“Then don’t,” I whisper.
“Don’t say that. I want to fuck you on every surface of this apartment. I want my cock inside every part of you. I want it all.”
I press my finger to his lips to silence him. “Will isn’t home. We get one night together. One night to get this out of our systems.”
“Your brother will never forgive me. He flipped out over me touching your leg during the interview.”
“He doesn’t need to know, E. It’s just you and me.”
We share a short-lived moment where it’s just Mia and E, the boy I fell in love with ten years ago. This is the Ethan Waters I know. Deep down inside, it hurts knowing tonight can never be more than a fling. But having Ethan for one night is better than not at all, and that’s how I justify it to myself.
He kisses me again, but this time as if he’s saying goodbye. Tightening my grip on his neck, I hold onto Ethan for dear life, afraid of losing any contact with him. I take all of his anger and pain, absorb his sadness and fear, his emotions mirroring mine.
We both want more.
But we can’t have it.
Ethan carries me to the kitchen with my legs still around his back, and my nails clawing at his neck.
We don’t even bother to separate our lips until my ass hits the countertop. I work on the buttons of his navy dress shirt, flipping them open one at a time, and when I get to the last one, Ethan shakes it off.
He plucks a condom from his pocket, before taking off his pants and boxers, and rips the package open. I push up my skirt, slide my panties down to my ankles, and let them drop to the floor.
Ethan wets his lips as he takes in the sight of me. Staring at me like a ravenous beast, he sinks to the floor in front of me, parting my legs with his strong hands.
He kisses his way up my thigh, taking his time. Burying his face between my legs, Ethan peeks up at me. His intense gaze sends a pang of pleasure throughout my body as his tongue connects with my aching clit. He massages me with his tongue, giving me lazy licks that drive me fucking insane.
His breath makes my toes curl, and when his tongue finally slips between my folds, my brain shuts down. I’m unable to move or think straight when he shoves two fingers inside and spreads me open. My insides clench around him, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing.