5. Holly
5
HOLLY
I can’t stop thinking about the kiss.
My mind keeps replaying the moment over and over—the way his lips felt against mine, the unexpected spark that ignited between us. I steal a glance at him, but he’s lowered his seat and is relaxing with his eyes closed. He looks serene, almost vulnerable, which is a stark contrast to his usual intense demeanor.
I let my eyes linger on his features. His hair falls casually over one eye, soft and dark like a midnight sky. His eyebrows are strong and expressive, adding to the sharpness of his gaze when he’s focused. His eyes, now closed, are a deep, stormy blue that seem to pierce right through you. His nose is straight, perfectly proportioned, and his lips—those lips—are full and inviting. The faint five o’clock shadow on his jawline adds a rugged charm to his otherwise perfect face. He looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods, each feature more striking than the last.
How can one man look so good?
Maybe it’s the kiss making me see him in a different light. He’s always been handsome to me, but tonight he looks more than handsome. He looks irresistibly desirable . Maybe the phrase doesn’t make sense, but it’s all I’ve got.
I’m still lost in his looks when Ethan stirs. “You might want to keep your eyes on the road,” he murmurs, still with his eyes closed. “It won’t be so nice of you to kill me after just after I helped you, you know?”
My face heats up with embarrassment. “I wasn’t—” I start, but trail off, knowing he caught me staring. I’m usually not this awestruck over handsome men, but Ethan Carter seems to bring out a side of me I didn’t know existed.
I sigh, my thoughts swirling. Tonight has shifted something in me. After finding out about his brother and then how he helped me with Jake, my defenses are down. And that smoldering kiss... I can still feel my legs shaking from its aftereffects.
We arrive home, and I park the car. Ethan goes to open the door, and I follow him into the house. We both stand awkwardly in the center of the living room, the tension between us palpable.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, desperate to break the silence.
He nods, and I rush to the bar to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. My hands are trembling slightly as I pour the wine. I can feel his eyes on me, and when I glance up, he’s staring intently, his gaze piercing.
“Thanks for helping me with Jake,” I say, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. The moment feels too charged, too significant.
“You’re welcome,” he replies, his voice steady and calm. “I wasn’t going to let him bully you.”
I knock one of the glasses over, spilling wine on my leg and the rug. “Shit!” I curse, my face flushing with embarrassment.
Ethan is up in an instant, grabbing a rag and kneeling beside me to help clean up. His hand brushes against my thigh, and we both freeze. The contact sends a jolt through me, and I can see it has the same effect on him.
“About the kiss,” I start, my voice trembling.
He lifts an eyebrow, trying to keep his tone light. “What about it? Are you going to tell me it’s the best kiss you’ve ever had?”
I laugh, a nervous, shaky sound. “No, but maybe you could do better the second time.”
He stands, pulling me up with him. Our eyes lock, and for a moment, everything else disappears. I don’t think, I just act. I lean in, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss is intense, releasing all the tension we’ve been holding back.
His arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. I can feel his heartbeat against my chest, matching the frantic pace of my own. I feel giddy, like I’m drunk, but I haven’t even taken a sip of the wine.
I want him, and I want him now. There’s no use pretending. No ruse. I can see the raw and real need in his eyes and it makes me feel alive. I’ve wanted this man for four months and it’s time I have him.
He’s so controlled, so cold that I want to light a fire inside him. I want him burning up for me. I grab the front of his hoodie, dragging him over me as I fall over onto the sofa. I know he’s awaiting my permission. There it is.
Take me, Ethan. Own me completely.
He groans against my lips, one hand circling my waist, the other cupping my face as his fiery kisses melt me from the inside out. White-hot, electric passion sends tremors across every piece of skin as I twist in his arms, pushing my breasts against his chest, my throbbing core into his crotch. Ethan smiles, teasing me with his tongue, flicking and nibbling face, my bottom lip, my neck.
I gasp, looking into blue eyes that glare like he’s going to eat me alive. He’s turned on. Super turned on. Fuck it. I’m done with these clothes. I fist the edge of his hoodie and flip it over his body. He raises his arms, letting it go free. I run my hands across smooth tanned skin, flicking his nipples.
“You’re not playing fair, Holly.”
I narrow my eyes and purse my lips. “All’s fair in love– making and war.”
“Now you’re gonna get it.”
Ethan grabs me by the hair tightly and buries his mouth in my neck, biting my pulse, sending heat zapping to my clit.
“Fuck yes,” I moan like a banshee, melting against him. I arch into him, humming with need. I want him now. I want his cock right now. I break the kiss, digging my fingers into his hair. “Take me right now.”
He nods, his hands slipping, moving to whip my hoodie over my head. He palms my breast and I arch into his hands. Then he reaches my back, unhooking my lace bra. It comes loose and the cups drop, leaving me topless. Ethan kisses me again, his mouth picking the path straight to my breasts. He bites and sucks, driving me crazy. His hand slips between us, diving inside my shorts. His fingertips slip under my panties and over my clit.
“You’re such a horny vixen,” he growls in my ear. “You’re dripping, wet, honey, that’s how much you want me?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I want you, Ethan.”
“Tell me what you want exactly. Your wish is my command.”
“Your cock,” I mutter. “I want to touch your cock.”
He cups my cheek, smiling as he looks at me with lust in his eyes “Want to see what I’ve got to work with?”
“Yes,” I admit, still pressing my skin all over his.
Ethan unbuckles his belt, pulling it slowly out of the loops, and then he unzips his fly. I gulp when he takes my hand and slips it into his trousers, letting me feel his huge, hard cock.
“Oh my fucking god,” I breathe. “You’re so big, Ethan.”
I stroke Ethan, wrapping my hand around his dick and pumping. I enjoy his groans. I brush my thumb over the smooth head, my eyes locking on his as I give him another stroke, running my thumb over his tip. He twitches in my hand. My core is already clenching in anticipation of him driving this through me. I’ve never been with a man that oozes this much promise of a mind-blowing orgasm.
He clamps his mouth over mine again and I kiss him, as hard as I can. My hands shimmy his pants down until his gorgeous dick is exposed. I want him inside me, buried deep. All the other things can wait until later; right now, I need this cock plunging my insides out.
“Strip me,” I whisper.
Ethan does as he’s told. This powerful man with rippling muscles holds me tightly as he slips my shorts down my legs. His eyes drop to my dripping core.
“You’re damn beautiful.”
“I’m all yours.”
Ethan’s reaches between my legs and sinks two fingers through my folds. I sigh. This fills me with pleasure but not nearly enough.
“God, you’re so wet,” he growls, twisting his fingers across wet sensitive walls and rubbing his thumb over the clit.
I close my eyes. “Fuck me. Just take me now, Ethan.”
He puts his cock between my legs, the tip rubbing my wet entrance. I spread a bit more to show him I’m ready. He sinks the tip slowly into the folds.
“Yes, right there!” I lift my hips to meet him halfway, greedy to have all of that glorious length pushing through my slick pulsing walls.
Ethan lifts his hips and gives me what I want, impaling me to the root. I can feel his balls rub against my anus as his thick length slams into me. I cry out, biting my lip, toes curling, nails digging into his shoulders. He starts moving, thrusting into me. Every cell inside my body sings with pleasure, feeling every motion, every pulse. My heart swells in elation. Ethan Carter is mine. Oh yes, he’s mine.
I ride toward the orgasm spiraling in me. Every thrust spreads a flood of heat through my body.
“Oh, please.”
“Oh yes.”
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I’m pleading and begging. Ethan increases his pace instead of slowing; he slams into me, the sounds of our flesh hitting again and again fill the hair. I clench my vagina around him, wanting to squeeze out his orgasm badly. No way I go down this galaxy of pleasures alone. I dig my nails into his back. He fists my hair tightly, pounding into me.
“I’m coming!” I cry out, back arching.
I love the way he takes me, the way he dominates me. The way he makes me feel like I belong to him and no one else. Ethan Carter is branding me, and right now I know—I am going to carry his imprint for the rest of my life.
He keeps up the pace as he buries his face in my neck and bites. Done. My orgasm slams through my body as he grunts hard, hand twisting my hair. He’s near, too. Good. I wrap my legs around his back and wait until he slams into me, and then I squeeze, taking him deep, letting the millions of vibrations of my orgasm pulse around his shaft. I hold him right there, letting him feel every single one, strangling his cock until he cries out and bursts free inside me.
The he collapses into my arms. Right then and there, I feel on top of the world.