22. Ethan #2
Or maybe it was just that we couldn’t stop talking.
I’d never been able to chat with someone the way I could with Rami.
He was so easy to open up to that I found myself telling him more about how my dad left us.
The grief that had followed after Mum passed.
The shame I carried to this day that I hadn’t made it back in time to say goodbye.
Rami listened to everything I had to say.
He didn’t just hear me, he listened. Not once did his eyes go to his phone or turn vacant.
No, the emotions on his face correlated with whatever story I was telling.
The follow-up questions were thoughtful.
Supportive. Like he truly wanted to learn more about me.
I was right—Rami was trouble.
The best and most terrifying kind.
Stars were plentiful above us as my words began to fade.
It was almost as though I entered a trance-like state where nothing existed except Rami.
The acres of chest revealed in the vee of his half-buttoned shirt.
How his Adam’s apple bobbed as he sipped his wine.
The length of his fingers cradling the glass as he lifted it to his full lips.
Lips I very much wanted to taste again.
I shifted in my seat as heat started to pulse low in my stomach. Rami paused mid-sip before slowly lowering the glass without breaking my gaze.
Neither of us said a word.
We didn’t need to.
I wasn’t sure who moved first, just that there was a loud scraping of chairs on the concrete, then of the table being shoved aside. That was Rami. I wasn’t strong enough to do that.
Fuck, the fact that he couldn’t wait the extra second to walk around the table did something to me. Something I couldn’t get enough of.
We crashed into each other, lips locking together as our hands scrabbled to try and shove clothes out of the way. A button or two pinged off Rami’s shirt before the full expanse of his torso was finally revealed to me. I’d feel bad about that later.
Or not.
Rami, meanwhile, had shoved my shirt up and tweaked one nipple, then the other.
“Oh god,” I moaned as he broke away to kiss down my neck. “So good.”
“It’s going to get better,” he growled against my collarbone. “Best you’ve ever had.”
I clung to his vast shoulders, my eyes rolling back in my head as he sucked a mark into my skin. “You’re already that, Rami.”
His head snapped up. The dilation of his pupils made his eyes appear almost black. Hungry. “Damn fucking right I am.”
The next thing I knew, I was being hauled into the air. My legs went around his waist automatically. “Not gonna lie, you toting me around like this is pretty hot.”
“Good,” he said, nibbling on my neck even as he walked. “Because I have no plans to stop.”
My hands roamed over every inch of him I could reach. I shoved impatiently at his shirt, but with his arms around me, it wouldn’t go anywhere. “Stupid thing.”
“Impatient,” Rami chuckled as he stopped in the big open-plan living room. “I love it.”
He carefully lowered me to the floor, then with a few quick movements, he stripped everything off, leaving him before me in all his naked glory.
His very magnificent naked glory.
My mouth dried out, my own cock throbbing as I eyed the beast between his legs. “Sure it’s going to fit?”
He stroked it just once before smirking. “I’m going to work you over until it does, Eth. One way or another, tonight is going to end with you screaming on my cock.”
Looked like the gentleman was gone, and Rami’s dirty side was coming out to play.
I pinched the head of my cock through my joggers. If I got any…happier about this turn of events, tonight would be over far quicker than anticipated.
Rami suddenly looked around, scratching his chin. Then he gave a determined nod and glanced back at me. “Don’t move.”
A full-body shiver went through me. I liked it when Rami was bossy. I liked it a lot.
He noticed too, his easy grin sliding into something darker.
I stayed dead still while Rami disappeared into his bedroom.
He appeared seconds later with his arms loaded with bedding.
I frowned at him, but there was no time to ask questions.
He was already out the other door and up the stairs, reappearing with what appeared to be all the blankets and pillows off my bed.
He dumped all of them on the sofa, then rummaged through them looking for something. I was so confused. “What are you doing?”
“Aha!” Rami said triumphantly as he pulled out a thick duvet. “Hang on. Two minutes.”
I watched as he carefully draped the duvet over the kitchen table and moved all the chairs away. As he added pillows and layered up the hard surface with more blankets, I suddenly realised what he was doing.
By the time he stood back, a proud smile on his face, a lump had formed in my throat.
“What do you think?” he asked as he crossed the room and swept me into his arms. “I promised you never in a bed, but I want you to be comfortable for our first time.”
“It’s perfect,” I croaked, burying my head in the crook of his neck. “Thank you.”
He laid me on my back on the table. “Comfy?”
“Yes,” I breathed as he towered over me. “Thank you.”
Rami put his hands on my shins. He ran them slowly up the length of my legs until his fingers curled around my waistband. “I want to hear less thanking and more begging.”
I smirked up at him. “Then I guess you better give me something worth begging for.”
“Challenge accepted,” he purred as he slid my joggers and boxers down as one. My hard cock thwacked against my stomach once it was freed, leaving a sticky trail behind.
“Beautiful,” Rami whispered hungrily as he stared at it. “I’m going to need another taste of that before the night is done.”
He tugged me towards him until my legs were dangling off the table.
My breath was coming fast now as I stared up at the magnificent man above me.
It wasn’t about his looks. No, it was him.
He was the man who’d whisked me away the second I’d asked.
Who made me sit and eat with him during shoots.
Who’d prepared me a romantic meal, just to see me smile.
Who’d taken my previous experience into consideration when deciding just how he wanted to take me apart.
Who was gazing down at me like I was the answer to all of his prayers.
He fingered the collar of my T-shirt. “If I promise to buy you another one, can I ruin this?”
Oh fuck. A fresh spurt of precum erupted, landing on Rami’s thigh. He smirked. “I’m taking that as a yes.”
Rami’s eyes were hooded as he took the collar of my shirt in both hands. With what seemed like no effort at all, he slowly ripped my shirt in two.
“Fuck,” I moaned, wriggling on the table. My skin was on fire, and he’d barely touched me yet. “I’m going to come before you get inside me, Rami.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Not a bad idea. If you do, you’ll last longer while I work you open. Thinking about it, it’s a great idea.”
A garbled noise left my lips as he lowered himself to his knees. With gentle hands, he lifted first one leg, then the other, over his shoulders. “You good with this?”
“I’m good with everything,” I panted. His mouth was so close to where I needed it. “Please, Rami.”
He smirked as he kissed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “There’s that begging.”
I lifted my head, and the sight of him between my thighs almost had my heart stopping. “Well, get ready, because there’s about to be a tonne more.”