Page 120 of My Temptation

Shoving my hand between us, I reached into his shorts and wrapped my hand around his hard length.

“Fuck.” He tore his lips from mine and dropped his face into my neck. “Harder, baby.”

I tightened my hand, and he groaned, which only encouraged me to do it harder and faster. Pushing up to his elbow, he grabbed the front of my dress and tore it down, baring my breasts. His lips wrapped around my nipple, and I moaned loudly. Sensations tore through me when he pinched my clit while he sucked.

With one hand on his ass, I guided him toward me. “Now, Ethan.”

We groaned simultaneously from the sheer intensity of all of it when he pushed inside me. He pumped his hips quickly and lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, which pushed him even deeper. I wanted him to be as deep as he could go so there was no doubt we were connected in every possible way.

His eyes met mine. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you?”

I smiled. “I…” I trailed off when he twisted his hips just enough to hit the spot inside me that only he could seem to find. “Jesus, Ethan.”

He doubled the speed of his thrusts, and I stared into his eyes. There was more there than ever before, or maybe I was finally allowing myself to see it. Using his thumb and finger, he pinched my clit, and that was all I needed to fall apart. I knew he wasn’t far behind when he thrust a few more times before squeezing my hips and dropping his head to my shoulder.

He slid off to the side but turned me so I was rolled against his chest while we both caught our breath.

I snuggled against his chest. “I’m sorry.”

He shoved his hand into my hair. “Me too.”

“I just need you to understand that I’m a work in progress,” I said honestly. “I came to some realizations after you told me you loved me, but it’s still going to take me some time to stop falling back into my old habits.”

“Is one of your old habits talking this much after sex?”

Pulling back slightly, I looked up to see his eyes locked on me, but a grin played around his lips.

“Some things aren’t gonna change,” I warned him with a smile.

“Good.” He pulled me tight against him. “Because I like teasing you about it.”

My smile faded slowly. “You know, it's so easy when it’s just you and me. I don’t think it will be this easy at work on Monday.”

He shrugged one of his shoulders. “You and me. That’s all that matters. We’ll do whatever it takes to make it work, but I don’t think it’s gonna be as hard as you think it is. They just want us to be happy.”

I wanted that to be true, and I was choosing to believe it tonight. That didn’t mean I would walk into the meeting on Monday confidently. My insecurities and fears didn’t disappear because I realized I loved Ethan enough to fight for our relationship, but it didn’t feel as overwhelming knowing he would be standing next to me while I faced them.

“You know we should’ve talked about this in Devil’s Lake, but we’ve never used protection.”

“I know,” I agreed. “I thought of that too. If you’re worried about pregnancy, we’re good. I’m on birth control.”

He grinned. “That’s good because I don’t think either of us are ready for any more surprises.”

I shared his grin but then shifted so I could see over his shoulder when my doorbell rang. “Who the hell is here now?” My eyes flicked back to his. “You don’t think Brody was waiting outside all this time, do you?”

“No way,” Ethan snorted. “He wasn’t giving me an escape if I chickened out.”

I laughed and pushed up, straightening my dress, and watched Ethan stand to straighten his clothes. Walking toward the door, I grabbed the handle and peered through the peephole before yanking it open.

Striker’s eyes met mine before flicking over my shoulder. As soon as he saw Ethan, he smirked, which I found annoying, and met my stare again. “Heard some banging. Wanted to make sure you’re good.”

My eyes widened slightly, and when I looked back at Ethan, he started laughing. “Stop laughing.”

Striker snorted, and I faced him again. “You heard banging in your apartment?”

“With the door closed and the TV on.” Striker shook his head. “You ain’t quiet, Mila.”

My jaw dropped, but when Striker started to laugh, I just shook my head. “Get the hell out of my house, Striker.”

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