Page 59 of Always Been You

Holy shit.

Jess squeezed her thighs together and almost came solely from Ethan's bold declaration. She was overwhelmed from the erotic scene. From the water pouring down between their naked bodies, to Ethan’s fingers capturing her wrists above her head, to the feeling of his rock-hard arousal pinning her into place.

She’d had a pretty good idea when she’d sent that text that it would lead to sexy time. That was the reason she’d sent it in the first place. Well, that and she’d just plain missed him.

But she never would’ve imagined that things would’ve got this hot this fast. This was a side of Ethan that she’d never seen before. Well, there was that one time at Lanterns that she’d seen Ethan on the job, breaking up a drunken brawl. He’d disarmed a man with a baseball bat and held another down while he waited for backup.

The commanding authority that he’d shown that night had given her lots of material for her clit bank. But this, tonight, this was next-level. A romance novel come to life.

"Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you hard, fast, and rough?" he growled against her ear.

She nodded her head and was barely able to speak but managed a strained, "Yes."

"Tell me," he demanded.

A whimper escaped the back of her throat when she opened her mouth. "I want you to fuck me...hard...fast...rough."

Ethan's fingers dug into the plump flesh of her hip as he tilted her hips up and pushed into her in one smooth, hard thrust. He didn't stop until he filled her completely. The hairs that surrounded his shaft brushed against her bare cheeks as he ground against her before he pulled out and plunged back into her.

She was right, Ethan didn't need a hotel to make sex hot.

She closed her eyes and braced herself, her fingers gripping the slick surface of the tile walls as she went up on her tip toes so that he could get an even better angle and she could take more of him. His thickness stretched her body as he slammed into her. She cried out as a sensation that walked a fine line between pain and pleasure shocked her.

She felt Ethan's hand press on her back as he shifted them to the side and he bent her over the bench seat that lined the back wall of her shower stall. Her hands flattened against the cold, wet surface as Ethan grasped both sides of her hips and began slowly thrusting into her with powerful strokes. She was no longer trying to stand up on her tiptoes. The new angle had him hitting a spot that had her seeing stars.

He kept a steady pace of measured strokes until her body started to quiver as her release built. The sound of their skin slapping together and the sensation of her hardened nipples brushing against the tiled seat as Ethan pounded into her all conspired to take her to an erotic peak.

When her release slammed into her, she slapped her hand on the tile and cried out as a thousand tiny bursts of ecstasy exploded through her. Behind her she could feel Ethan's body tense as he groaned and they climaxed together.

Knowing that he was feeling the same crash of pleasure that she was increased the earth-shattering bliss that was claiming her.

When she came floating back to reality she was being picked up and carried out of the shower. Just like she had in Chicago when he’d carried her to the bed, she held onto his neck and buried her face in his chest, absorbing his strength. Not just his physical strength. She absorbed the calm authority that made her feel safe and protected.

He began to lay her down but she held onto him tighter and curled against him. "No!"

"What?" he asked.

"We're wet and there's cat hair on the comforter."

He grinned as he tugged it off, revealing sheets she'd freshly laundered.

"Better?" he asked.

"Better." She smiled as he gently laid her down.

She sank into the mattress under his weight. Her hand roamed over the hard planes of his back as she wrapped her legs around his hip. As incredible as the sex was with Ethan, this was her most favorite part. Holding him and feeling his skin against hers. Feeling the heft of his body on hers.

He rose up on one of his elbows and brushed a wet strand of hair off her cheek with heartbreaking tenderness. She leaned into his palm and her eyes met his.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi." He grinned down at her.

"I missed you," she admitted.

"I missed you, too."

There were a lot of questions running through her head.

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