Chapter Twenty-Two
ZOE
The door to my apartment slammed shut behind us.
I was in a fog of need. My entire body was thrumming with it and had been for hours.
It’s a miracle I didn’t have an orgasm right there at the diner.
I managed to walk halfway normally across the room and flick on a lamp.
I felt Ethan come up behind me. His hands slid down my hips.
A prickle of heat raced down my spine. His lips landed on my neck with hot, wet kisses while he dragged my skirt up.
I could feel his cock—hot and hard through the denim of his jeans pressing against my bare bottom. The friction of the rough fabric against my skin was unbearably arousing. My pulse was racing wildly, and I could hardly catch my breath.
“I meant to drag this out, but I don’t think I can.”
His lips moved against my ear, his breath gusting across the sensitive skin there.
The gruff whisper was enough to nearly send me over the edge.
We were standing on the far side of the living room where I’d gone to flick on the light.
Thank God there was a wall beside us because I nearly collapsed when he spread my cheeks and dragged a finger down to dip into my folds.
I moaned, and my knees buckled, my palm slapping against the wall to catch my balance.
Everything blurred. I dimly heard the sound of a zipper and then felt the hot velvety skin of his cock against me.
He teased me, dragging the head of his cock back and forth through my slippery folds.
I’d been wet for hours now, on edge with my control shredded.
“Ethan, please…” I murmured, my voice pleading.
I couldn’t even recognize who I was. Out of control with need pounding through me so hard, everything narrowed to the intensity of this moment.
I cried out when he sank inside me. He surged in hard and fast, filling me completely in one stroke.
I leaned both hands to the wall and arched back as he began to rock into me.
One of his hands gripped my hip, his fingers digging in.
The other slid up my back in a heated pass.
He wound my hair around his hand and tugged lightly on it, pulling me into each stroke.
I was so close, it was mere seconds before pleasure lashed me like a whip, hitting me so hard I’d have collapsed if he weren’t there to hold me up.
I heard his rough cry mingling amidst my own and the heat of his release fill me.
Our breath heaved together. My pulse gradually slowed, and he eased his grip on my hair.
He drew out and spun me around, pressing me against the wall and kissing me.
This kiss wasn’t like most of our kisses.
Oh, it was wet, and it was deep, yet it felt as if he was sinking into me.
He kissed me with slow strokes, gentle nips and dusted kisses along my jawline before coming back to my lips.
Soft shudders wracked me, echoes of my orgasm.
When he drew away, his eyes met mine. What I saw in his gaze took my breath away and set my heart to pounding again.
He brushed a loose lock of hair off of my forehead.
Without a word, he lifted me into his arms and carted me into the bathroom.
I wasn’t accustomed to being carried. Being as tall as most of them, that wasn’t a surprise.
I’d never have guessed I’d enjoy it, but because it was Ethan I did.
He did it so easily and held me close against him.
I’d have happily stayed there, but I didn’t mind him peeling my clothes off and dropping his to the floor before tugging me into the shower with him.
Drifting into sleep later, I should’ve been wondering all kinds of things, but I wasn’t. It felt too good to be curled up against his heat and strength and feel his fingers sliding through my hair.