Chapter 8 #2
“Ethan!” she groaned when I parted her legs and grazed my knee in between her thighs.
I pulled away to look at her hooded eyes and swallowed hard. “You’re wet,” I said.
Her cheeks were flushed as she blinked up at me with a small smile.
I pressed my knee harder on the same spot and she responded quickly with a curse. Her fingers tightened around my T-shirt and a gasp left her lips.
I released her hands and brought her face closer to me, savoring her lips while she sought me out of my jacket, throwing it away carelessly.
Kiara wrapped her legs around my waist and felt my arousal stroking her heat through her jeans.
I groaned and she moaned in my mouth, my tongue slipping inside her and tasting her. She tasted like beer.
I pulled away and blinked at her.
Shit.
She blinked her eyes open and frowned. “What . . . what happened?”
“You’re drunk, Kia.”
She groaned, “I’m not drunk, Ethan. Now, stop talking and kiss me!” Holding my hair, she made me lean down to kiss me, but I cupped her lips instead, breaking the kiss.
Kiara glared at me and I moved my hand to hold her cheek. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and forget this, Bella.”
“I won’t forget this.” Her eyes softened. “And trust me, E, I’m sober enough to solve a math equation.”
“Really? Then what’s the square root of 1369?”
I can’t believe I am discussing a math problem with her while we are seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes.
She scowled at me and playfully hit my chest. “You are such a nerd. Um . . . it’s thirty-seven, I think. Yep, it’s thirty-seven. And Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell!” She exclaimed playfully, a grin tugging her lips.
I chuckled and pecked her lips, smiling with her. It was hard not to when she was being so adorable and sexy at the same time. We clumsily kissed each other while my legs padded toward my room. I couldn’t wait to have her in my bed and ravish her in all the filthy ways I wanted to.
When we entered the room, she pulled away and grinned at me. I was confused. “What happened?”
Her brown eyes, which were clouded with lust and desire, crinkled with humor and a grin tugged her lips. “Wrong room, Ethan.” She snickered.
I looked around and mentally winced at the lilac-pink colored walls, the white crib surrounded by my sister’s toys and diapers.
“Sorry . . .” I said and walked us out of my little sister’s room.
My arms tightened around her waist when we entered my room while she teased me by kissing, biting, and licking my earlobe, eliciting a throaty groan from me.
My lips were on her as soon as her feet touched the floor, trailing them down her jaw and kissing her collarbones. She shivered and her hands curled around the fabric of my T-shirt when my hands brushed over the spine of her back.
Kiara squeezed my hand. “Ethan, wait.”
“What happened?” I tucked her hair. “We don’t have to rush this.”
“We are not stopping. I need to go pee, that’s all.” She leaned up and kissed my lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”
She turned to go to the washroom and closed the door. Is she on her period? No, that was over last week. I had a period tracking app on my phone too just in case she was in an emergency and needed to eat chocolate cake.
I cleared my throat and looked at my room. We were really doing it. But do I want to rush it?
I closed the curtains of the window. Turned on the dim lights to give the bed a soft glow.
Remade my bed even though it was already made and made sure there were no wrinkles.
I ran a hand through my hair and checked the bed if it could handle our weight if we did decide to take it .
. . further. It was used to us cuddling together or having pillow and tickle fights, but what about—I shook my head.
No, keep it in your pants, man. This is about her.
Kiara Sharma. My best friend. Take it slow.
The door to the bathroom opened when I was removing my sneakers.
I smiled and walked toward her. She stepped closer and kissed me by tipping on her toes because she had removed her heels.
Holding her in my arms and kissing her, it seemed so perfect that life made sense to me and I never wanted to let go of her.
Kiara pulled away first and I suppressed a shiver of tingles when her hands slid down my chest. She flickered her dark eyes to me and said, “Remove your T-shirt. I want to touch you.”
I chuckled softly. “Yes, ma’am.”
Removing the T-shirt in one swift motion, I threw it in the laundry basket and wanted to puff my chest when her eyes hungrily raked over my torso. But thankfully, I didn’t.
“Happy?”
“More than happy.”
Her lips pressed against mine and everything faded into a blur except her.
Us. Kiara Sharma was kissing me in my room.
My breathing became heavier when she explored my body, a teasing glint in her eyes as she pushed me down on the bed.
I licked my lips and admired the curves of her lithe body when she straddled me, blood rushing to my lower regions.
Our labored breaths surrounded us when I held her waist, her lips kissing their way down my neck, my body shivering with the way her hands touched me.
Her hair tickled my chest when she slid down, a groan slipping past my lips when I felt her tongue licking my abs, her fingers fumbling with the belt.
If this was heaven, then I would die happily. But the things running in my head were filthy and dirty, so I was sure I would go to hell. Not before pleasuring her.
I held her hair, making her look at me, and leaned to kiss her but her palm stopped me, “Down, Ethan.”
I sighed and gazed at her, her hair feathering my skin. I decided to let her have her way with me. Because I knew I’d take my sweet time exploring every inch of her bare body. She took her time exploring me with gentle touches that I didn’t want to stop her. I was one lucky guy.
Helping her remove the belt of my jeans, her lips gave equal attention to my abs and gave butterfly kissed all over my stomach as jolts of pleasure slithered through my body. All I wanted to do was roll us over and tease her like she was teasing me.
I leaned up on my elbows when Kiara lowered herself down on the bed, kneeling between my legs and the pad of her fingers brushing over the peeking waistband of my gray boxers. Okay, that was it. If she didn’t stop, I would come in my pants like a fucking pre-teen.
Holding her body, I laid her down on the bed and hovered above her, not giving her a chance to argue by capturing her lips.
I made sure she was comfortable on the bed and supported my weight on my hands as my lips kissed their way to the swell of her breasts.
She smelled exotic. Like coconut and black vanilla with a hint of something feminine; sultry and enchanting.
I was sure that if she didn’t stop me, I would never wish to stop.
I wanted to touch her everywhere and pleasure her until earth turned to sand.
I bit down on the soft skin and she let out a gasp of surprise, her chest arching toward me.
Her pert nipples poked through the lace, begging for my attention.
Smirking, I leaned down and blew hot air directly on the covered nipple.
Kiara shivered and I kissed the hard nub through the lace, biting it slowly and having the time of my life when she let out a small whimper of pleasure, her fingers digging into my skull.
Fuck. The sounds escaping her hot mouth were enough to make a sane man fall on his knees and worship her.
I pulled away to stare at her swollen pink lips, rosy cheeks, mused hair, and dark hooded eyes as they gazed at me with the same intensity.
The air around us was sizzling with desire and the promise of a hot night.
I brushed my thumb on the swell of her breast where a hickey was forming and she bit her lip, her eyes wide and legs open for me to settle in.
Kiara helped me unclasp her bralette and threw it somewhere on the floor. I was too busy staring at her round, perky breasts and dusky hard nipples.
“Beautiful,” I said, weighing them in my hands.
They fit perfectly, not too big and not too small.
I looked at her face, her bottom lip wedged inside her mouth, holding back a moan.
Leaning closer, I bit her lip and kissed her while my hands kneaded the soft skin of her breasts.
Kiara released a soft groan when I dipped down and latched my hot mouth on her pebbled nipple.
Her hips arched up to meet mine, brushing against my hard-on, and I grunted, the feeling of her hips on mine was too much.
I listened to her soft mewls, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging at them when I swirled the tip of my tongue around the areola of her nipple, biting it, licking it, and kissing it.
My other hand massaged, squeezed, and pinched her other breast, her body shivering when I gave her nipple a soft tug.
I repeated my actions on the other breast, getting drunk on the sounds of whimpers and moans eliciting from her lips.
I groaned her name when her hips started moving against mine, rubbing herself on me even though she was still wearing her jeans and grinding my boner in a desperate need.
If she kept at it then I was sure I would come in my pants.
I kissed the sensitive skin of her breasts and moved down to lick her toned stomach, kissing the soft part of her belly and making her release a husky laugh.
Our eyes met when I trailed my hand inside her jeans, and she took a sharp breath. I raised a brow, “No underwear?”
Kiara replied with a soft whisper, “No.”
God, this woman is going to be the death of me, I’m sure of it.
I swallowed the lump in my throat when her dark eyes danced across my frame. She wanted more. And I was ready to give her.
But first, her jeans had to go.