Chapter 44
Ethan
Heat spears through my body.
I’ve heard the phrase before. Heard it and… felt a certain way.
But hearing Tilda say it, in her sweet voice, it rewires something in my brain.
Dropping my hold of her, I bend my knees, grip her around the waist, then lift her as I topple us onto the bed.
She lands on her back, and I drop on top of her, bracing my elbows on the mattress above her shoulders. And before she can say another filthy word, my lips connect with hers.
Tilda moans into my mouth.
Her knees spread, and I wedge my body between her thighs.
I lower more of my weight onto her.
Tilda presses her heels into the backs of my legs, pulling me closer.
She’s so soft beneath me. So warm.
I rotate my arm so my elbow is still on the mattress, but my hand is tangled in her hair.
This fucking hair.
Our kiss becomes more frantic.
More hungry.
And then she’s gripping my hair, tugging on it like I’m tugging on hers.
Good Boy.
I roll my hips, grinding my length into her.
We both moan, the sound merging into one where our mouths touch.
And fuck, I don’t remember the last time I was this hard.