“I love this,” she admitted, staring up at him. “Nothing will ever change that, EJ. Trust me.”
God.
He hoped so.
Before he could speak, she continued.
“I do love a bad boy.”
Well, at least, there was that.
His youth was definitely ‘bad’. There were still things she never knew about him when he was with Gene, and those things haunted him.
He kept them secret because they were so very precious and private.
Gene had set him free from being so scared of desire and need, and when he left, that all went away.
Until her.
“Show me what you can do,” she said. “Be bad for me. It’s my thing.”
Her admission drove him wild.
The need grew as did the lust. His wife always knew how to get him crazy.
Thankfully, Ethan felt at peace with her. He hoped that never ended either.
It was a gorgeous, beautiful thing when you found your other half, and he’d been lucky.
With all he had, Ethan knew he had to fight the desire he felt around Gene. That moth was going to get burned on the flame.
Him being around…
God.
It brought him back to life, not to say he wasn’t with his wife and Chris. Gene was the locked door, and the man was kicking it in.
He was in trouble.
So much trouble.
His mouth found hers again, and they began sharing that heat between them. Their tongues tangled, the heat went up in the jet, and before they both knew it, clothes were all over the place.
They were completely naked.
And that was the only way to fly.
“My EJ,” she said to him, and he knew that was exactly who he would always be.
This woman made him crazy with how much she cherished him.
It was a gift when he’d lost a man who had felt the same.
The love he felt with her was something he never expected, but knew he couldn’t live without.
He had to fight and fight hard.
Ethan plundered, his hands wandering across her flesh. There was no place he didn’t touch, and she was perfection beneath his fingertips.