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“Yesterday, I thought I would lose you forever, Freya. It was more terrifying than anything else. I never want to lose you again.”

I kiss his lips, sighing. “You won’t. You’re stuck with me now.”

He kisses my lips. “And you’re stuck with me.”

His brown hair is so soft and loaded with little curls, and my hands can’t help but get lost in it, as my kisses get deeper, and he sweeps his tongue inside my mouth, while he pushes his hands up the back of my shirt. “God, I missed you.” He breathes between kisses, making my pulse quicken.

“Take it off.” I whisper, only taking my lips off his long enough to say it.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. I pull his shirt out from his dress pants, and undo enough buttons, so he can take it off easily, and he takes my shirt off, too. Once our skin meets, he lifts me up, from his lap, like I can't weigh more than fifty pounds, and he carries me to the bedroom, just like old times. Only this time, his touch is different. It’s gentler, while at the same time, more protective. Like he wants to keep me close, but he doesn’t want to be rough with me, even though part of me loves it when he is. Our chests touch as he lays me down in the bed, pushing his hands under me, in a tight embrace, making me feel like I’m in a safe cocoon.

His kisses grow more tender yet erotic, a hot sensation that only Ethan can pull off, given his full lips and artful technique. Tongues brushing up against each other, I feel my whole body turn to pudding, as his hardness is next to the apex of my thighs. Reaching down, I pull at the tab of his trousers, and he lifts, giving me access. Seconds later, he’s doing the same thing, and a minute later, we’re both just in our underwear, me in my bra, too, reveling in the contact and connection that’s been missing for so long.

He slides his hardened cock over my clit, hiding behind my panties, and it’s all I can do not to beg for more. Lips still on mine, like it’s a lifeline, like I’ll die of oxygen depletion if he doesn’t keep kissing me, he reaches back and pulls the eyelet on my bra, freeing it from me. I wiggle out of it, and his lips leave mine, only to trail kisses down my neck and to my breasts, making me arch my back, this time begging for more. Palms down against my thighs, his hands skate their way south, bringing my panties with them, as I hook my feet into the waistband of his briefs, and pull them down.

Seconds later, we’re naked, and his cock is right against my clit. His mouth is still on my breasts, as he sucks and licks them with one hand, while gently gripping the nipple of the opposite one in the other hand. I can't help the panting and mewling coming out of me as he sets me on fire. As he speeds, I feel myself climbing fast, and I can't help but rock my hips in time with him, as he brings me to climax so fast my heart feels like it’ll pump out of my chest. Ethan keeps moving as I come, making me feel every second of it, sucking my nipples harder, dragging every nerve ending out for the event.

As I come down, he makes his way down my body, kiss by kiss, inch by inch, making me squirm, until he reaches my wetness, where he sets his mouth on it and makes love to it, the way he does best. He French kisses it, sucking the clit at just the right moment, using the perfect amount of pressure, like we never missed a beat. His fingers stay at my breasts, as he gently pinches them, adding to the pleasure, until I can’t take it any longer, and I explode at his mercy, almost shouting it feels so fucking good. He doesn’t stop until I place my hand on his head, and then he kisses his way back up my body.

“Turn over.” He says, voice laced with desire, cock pointing north, veins popping out of the glistening shaft. I lick my lips just looking at it. His arms are corded with muscle, as he presses his hands into my back, helping me flip over, for God knows what, but my heart beats with anticipation, for Ethan is a fucking god in bed. As I turn over, he puts his chest on my back, his cock at my entrance, one hand on my breast, the other he uses to circle my clit, as he enters me with a healthy thrust, making me moan in ecstasy. He softly growls in my ear. “God, you feel so fucking good, Freya.”

“Mmmm…fuck me hard, Ethan.” I mewl, feeling his thrusts deepen, as his finger works my clit.

“Aye.” He breathes, taking in the sensations. “Your wish is my command, lass.”

He fills me and pulls out slowly, deeply, while stimulating my clit in the same rhythm, bringing me closer and close to the edge with every pass. And as I feel his balls gently smack me in the ass, I feel myself go over the edge, and I let go a third time, while he holds his breath, hanging on by a fucking thread, he’s so good. He waits until I stop shouting and pulls out, exploding all over my backside, and some down my back. His grunts are loud as he comes all over me, giving me delicious shivers, and then he skates his wet, impossibly hard, satiated cock, all over my ass, rubbing it in his seed a little.

“God, Ethan. Was it always this good?” I ask, lowering myself to the bed, as he grabs the tissues off the nightstand and cleans up.

“It was good, but not that good, lass. I think absence makes the heart grow fonder.” He replies, sinking down next to me, laying his head on the pillow, facing me. “Of course, things always change when you love someone, Freya.”

I smile, tracing a finger down his shoulder and back. “Aye. I suppose you’re right.”

He leans in and kisses me. “I love you with all my heart.”

“And I love you. Always have. Always will.”

He smiles warmly, pulling me to him, sighing happily. “I can’t stay here long. I’ve got to head back to the office. Da wants you to come over for supper tomorrow night. Can I help you put some things together, so you can come with me, and we’ll get the rest another day?”

“It won’t take me long to put a bag together. I just need to add extra clothes, since I didn’t unpack my duffel bag. I’ve still got lots of vacation time, so I can hang around another day or two, before heading back to the office.”

“What do you need so you can work on your programming, lass?”

“Just my laptop. I have software on that, and I have two other laptops I use, which I can bring. I’m working on a project right now that’s pretty high tech, but it’s mostly using coding, not hardware at this point. I can work on that anywhere.”

“Good.” He looks down my body and draws in a deep breath. “God, you’re so bonnie, lass. You’re perfect.” He traces a finger down my chest and tummy, giving me tickles and goosebumps.

“You keep doing that we’ll have to go for another round.”

He smiles and it’s so goddamn sexy, especially with his hair all messed up from sex. “We’ll see about that.”

Chapter 17

Ethan

Truth be told, I can never get enough of Freya. Even as she lays here, in front of me, I can’t stop looking at her or touching her. I want to make love to her again, even though we just did, and I know that I have to leave soon and take her with me. There are no reservations about her staying with me. The thought actually sets my mind at ease. At least she’ll be safe. Of course, the side benefit is that she’ll be with me, but who am I kidding, that’s the best part. Freya is everything that I want in a woman and more. I just didn’t know it. Or maybe I did, but I was too stupid to let it sink in.

Either way, she and I are together now, and that’s all that matters. I kiss her nose. “Are you hungry?”

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