Chapter 113
His big body jerks against mine and he groans low in his throat, his hands finally coming up to cup my face, one slipping into my hair to tilt my head back. “Jesus Christ, Lily,” he rasps against my mouth. “I wasn’t expecting this.”
His tongue parts my lips and sweeps inside, tangling with mine in a smooth slide, and all of the anxiety drains out of me. My knees wobble at the contact, but he supports me with a hand at the small of my back, yanking me closer and deepening the kiss until I’m dizzy. Until I’m barely holding on by a thread.
He kisses like a man who knows his way around a woman.
I thought I’d known that about Ethan before I kissed him, but the reality is much, much hotter. His mouth is warm and confident, his tongue is perfect, his breath delicious. And when he lifts me off the ground with an arm around my waist and pins me to the door with his hips, my lungs squeeze together and I start making these embarrassing little whines in my throat.
I can feel him against me.
Every hard inch of him.
And it’s enormous. He’s enormous and hard and God, please let this happen.
He tears his mouth away and drops his forehead to mine, breathing heavily. “Goddammit, baby. If I don’t get you off this dress right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”
I nod eagerly and he lets me down to my feet, immediately flipping me around to face the door. His fingers work fast on my zipper and I let him peel the dress from my body and drop it on the floor. When he’s done, he spins me back around, his eyes dragging down my front with a groan, his hand covering the erection behind his fly and stroking up and back.
“Fuck. You’re wearing black underwear.”
“Yes.”
His breath fans my neck as he speaks. “Can you guess what I’ve thought about since you started coming to the club?” He palms my breasts over my bra, squeezing them roughly and sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve pictured these tits in my face so many times, it’s unreal. And now they’re here.” His hands travel lower to tug on the waistband of my panties. “Now you’re wearing these little black panties and all I can think about is how bad I want to lick that pussy.”
My sex clenches hard at his words and I’m suddenly so wet, my knees are growing weak. “So… so do it.”
He crowds me against the door and drops to his knees, dragging the scrap of material down my thighs. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he murmurs, his fingers parting me. “But I’ll give it to you, because I can’t deny you a goddamn thing.”
His mouth lands on my sex, his tongue lashing me once, twice, then a third time. Then he goes straight for the bundle of nerves at the top of my slit, flattening his tongue and rubbing side to side, sending waves and waves of heat up my belly, lodging in my nipples, making them throb.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Oh my God, Ethan, that feels…”
“Yes, baby,” he rasps. “Just like that.”
His hands come up and slide under my bottom, lifting me to his mouth so he can suck at my flesh, drawing my clit between his teeth and rolling it around with his tongue. I have to put a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming at the intensity. The pleasure. I’ve never felt so much of it at once, but at the same time, it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough.
My brother’s best friend is eating me out against his office door and I want more.
I want everything.
I look down at his dark head moving between my thighs and something snaps inside me. A kind of courage or desperation. I don’t know which. All I know is that I want him naked in the worst way possible-and he’s still fully dressed-so I reach down and thread my fingers into his hair, giving a gentle tug.
“Stand up,” I say, shocking myself with my bravery. But apparently not Ethan, because he grins at me as he gets to his feet, that erection of his looking ready to rip free of his pants. “Take off your clothes.”
His eyes flash with heat and he rips off his tie and shirt, kicks off his shoes, unbuckles his belt and shoves down his zipper. He pushes down his pants and briefs and kicks them away, along with his socks, until he’s standing there in front of me with his hard-as-stone sex pointed right at me.
I expected him to be big, but not that big.
There are a few inches of his length actually purple and I realize with a thrill that he’s too aroused to get a good blood flow. My mouth waters over the idea of Ethan coming all over my body. Or inside me.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks me raggedly. “Because once it’s done, we can’t undo it.”
There is a part of me that’s screaming yes.
That part wants to ride Ethan’s erection until I pass out. Wants him to screw me into this door so hard, I can’t walk for a week. That part is desperate for his possession.
But there is also a sane part of my brain that is telling me to go slow. To take things easy and figure out if I really want to become another notch on Ethan’s bedpost. Because I know that’s what I would be. Another one night stand. And while I’m attracted to him like a magnet, I’m not sure I’m ready to move on so quickly from my last relationship. A relationship that only ended a few months ago and was still fresh in my mind.
Still… this is Ethan. This is my chance.
If I let it pass by, I might regret it for the rest of my life.
“I’m ready,” I push out.
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