Chapter 27
Mia
The little black dress Ethan had insisted I buy for our date finally came in handy.
Ethan took me to a fancy Italian restaurant with all the bells and whistles.
He picked me up in a limo, which was total overkill but still awesome.
I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, minus the hooker part.
He showed up at my door with a bouquet of white roses dyed baby blue—my favorite color.
Our date was perfection.
I enter my apartment and kick off my shoes with Ethan at my side.
My feet are killing me from wearing heels.
Me in heels. How comical! I laughed when Ethan sent me a pair of black Christian Louboutin pumps that fit me as if they were designed specifically for my feet.
Alanna, his shopper, really knows her shit.
I crash on the couch and kick my aching feet on the coffee table. Just because I scored the sexiest hockey player in the NHL doesn’t mean I’ve changed one bit. I’m the girl who likes her Cheetos out of the bag and vodka straight from the bottle. I doubt I’ll ever get used to Ethan pampering me.
Ethan lifts my legs onto his lap and massages my sore feet with his calloused fingers. He runs his hand up my bare thigh and stops before he reaches my panties, my core throbbing and desperate for his touch.
I lean back against a stack of pillows and smile up at him. “Want to rent a movie?”
“Whatever you want, love.”
Exhausted, I reach for the television remote and flip through the channels, fighting sleep. It’s only ten o’clock, but I’m so exhausted. With our new living situation, we only see each other on weekends and random weeknights when we’re free. So, we have to make up for the time we missed.
“You want a snack?”
He glances down at me. “I can always eat.”
I smile. “Good. Go make yourself useful and pop us some popcorn while I flip through Pay-Per-View.”
He smirks. “Make myself useful?”
“Chop-chop.” I clap my hands together. “I need my movie snack.”
Ethan shakes his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“You’re lucky I let you.”
We both laugh.
Ethan drops my legs on the couch and pushes himself up, blowing out a puff of air. “Women.”
That’s all he says before he walks into the kitchen, giving me a nice view of his firm ass. Dress pants look good on him. Hell, everything looks good on my man. He’s mine. All mine. I lick my lips, and his naked body burns into my mind.
Maybe I’m not so tired after all.
When Ethan sits next to me on the couch, he has a bowl in hand and is stuffing his face. With my arm draped over the edge of the sofa, I click the button on the remote to start the movie.
Ethan shoves the bowl in front of me with a smile. After I take my share, he places the bowl on his lap.
“I love the Saw movies,” he says. “Feel free to jump in my lap if you get scared.” He pats his knee with a wicked smirk on his lips.
“I’ll keep that in mind. It takes a lot to scare me, and I love these movies, too.”
He sits the empty bowl on the coffee table and cuddles with me. Ethan’s so big and muscular that he takes up the entire couch. I’m curvy but petite, making it easy for Ethan to tuck me under his chin and wrap his arms around me.
“All better,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
Yes, all better.
With Ethan, I feel safe and loved. I find comfort in his warmth.
My breath hitches when he readjusts his position and grazes my leg with his fingers, leaving a fire trail on my skin.
I have no idea what’s happening on the screen.
People are screaming. The usual suspense music fills the living room.
But all I can think about is how much my skin tingles from his touch.
Halfway through the movie, he pushes my hair off my neck and brushes his lips against my skin.
The heat from his breath sends a chill down my spine that makes my toes curl in anticipation.
When he notices the rapid increase in my breathing and how my legs part for him, he slides his hand along the seam of my panties and bends forward to kiss me.
At first, it’s a small peck on the lips, nothing more than a tease. But I want more. Parting my lips with his tongue, he kisses me softly, the passion between us intensifying by the second. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs hard, deepening the kiss.
He rubs my sensitive spot over my lace panties, my insides burning from his heated touch. I moan into his mouth, desperate for him to go further. Ethan moves the fabric to the side and slips two fingers inside me. I clamp down on his fingers, and he grunts against my neck.
“You drive me fucking crazy, little lamb.”
I open my legs wider to allow him better access.
He’s a greedy bastard and takes what he wants.
But so am I. My body tightens, and my mind goes blank from the intense pressure building within me.
His lips stifle my moans. I practically combust when his thumb circles my clit.
I bite my lip, a fire burning beneath my skin.
He takes my ear into his mouth to suck on it and whispers, “Come for me.”
My entire body trembles. Out of breath, I peek up at Ethan, who raises his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. Then, he pushes my dress over my hips and slides my panties down my thighs. As his hands roam over my body, he lets out an animalistic groan.
In a hurry, he stands to remove his pants. He strips for me but not in a seductive way. It’s as if his skin is on fire, and he needs to rip off his clothes. The couch sinks beneath his weight when he drops his knee to the cushion and kicks open my legs.
Staring down at me, he licks his lips. “Take off your dress.”
I reach behind me to pull down the zipper and raise the dress above my head, adding it to the pile of clothes on the carpet.
“Much better.” He grabs his long, hard cock in his hand, his gaze traveling up to my breasts. “I love your fucking tits. Pinch your nipples for me.” I do as he asks, and he licks his lips.
Ethan throws my left leg over his shoulder and kisses the inseam of my thigh as he inches his way inside me.
“Fuck,” he says, his big, strong hand gripping my hip as he moves faster.
“You feel so fucking good, little lamb.” He dips down to kiss my breast and says, “Mine.” Then, he kisses the other.
“Mine.” He kisses me on the lips. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper. “I was always yours.”
He pushes deeper inside me, forcing me to take all of him. “Damn right, you were.”
I moan in response, too focused on the heat spreading from my cheeks to my toes.
Ethan doesn’t take long to make me tremble beneath him.
After another mind-blowing release, I’m riding a sex high that has me teetering on the edge.
He mumbles a series of groans and curses under his breath, gripping me hard as his body spasms. His chest rises and falls, his breathing still labored.
Our eyes meet for a second, and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wicked grin. “I’m never letting you go, Mia.” His voice is almost a whisper.
Pushing the sweat-slick hair off his forehead, I smile. “I don’t want you to.”
He winks. “Good girl.”