Page 25 of The Forever Game

“You’re so annoying,” I murmur as he sucks the sweet spot below my ear.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” he mumbles back, squeezing my butt and trailing hot kisses back up to my mouth. He sucks my tongue between his lips, then lightly nips my chin before swiping his tongue against mine. I groan, our argument fading to dust as I’m swept away by this tornado of want… no, need.

IneedEthan right now—all of him.

I need his body. I need this connection.

We obviously can’t resolve our issues right now, but we can have sex.

Hot, passionate, mind-blowing sex that will cauterize our ragged wounds and take the edge off this argument we can’t stop having.

Yanking at his shirt, I practically tear it off his body as he turns and drops me onto the couch. I land with a little bounce and drink him in as he pulls off his shirt in that sexy way men do—right over the top of his head. I drink in his perfect body, sitting up so I can skim my fingers down his hard ridges. His gaze is pure desire as he wriggles out of his sweats and vaults back over the couch completely naked.

His fiery look is turning me on faster than I thought possible as he kneels on the floor in front of me. I’m dripping by the time he tears my clothes off and throws them aside. Parting my legs, he flicks my feet over his shoulders and dives for my pussy.

I can’t contain my cries of pleasure as he makes quick work of sending my body into a frenzy. The tip of his tongue circles my clit while he squeezes my breasts, and I fight for air.

I want to tell him how much I’ve missed him, but I can’t form words. My body is too on fire to even make one syllable pop out.

But I have missed him. Not just his touch, his tongue, the way he can drive me to the point of insanity, but I’ve missed being around him, laughing with him, teasing him, snuggling with him on the couch.

We can get back to that place, right? Shit, we could snuggle right after this. Pretend our fight never happened and go back to the way things were.

I lift my head and glance down between my legs when Ethan pauses. Our eyes connect, and I’m locked in place, held still by his gaze that captured my heart all those years ago when I was just a clueless freshman and he was the guy I was trying to prank.

I miss those days. Not the whole pranking, sorority bullshit, but the stuff after that, when I lived at Hockey House and our biggest concern was making it to class on time and figuring out what to have for dinner.

My lips part, my breath catching as he glides his fingers inside me. His tongue flicks my clit, and I can’t hold his gaze anymore. Tipping my head back with a moan, I grip the back of the couch and let out a reckless groan that builds to a panting scream as he works my clit, thrusts his fingers a little deeper, and sends me over the edge.

“Fuck.” The word drags out of my mouth as I ride the wave, his fingers still working me as I struggle to regulate my senses. My hips jerk while I moan and pant, barely able to see straight as he climbs onto the couch with me, his fingers slowly pulling out of me and spreading my folds.

Biting my bottom lip, I hold my breath and wait for that pure moment of ecstasy. The anticipation is killing me, and I let out another raucous wail when he finally plunges into me.

“Yes, baby!” Gripping the couch, I lift my hips on his next thrust, and he grabs my ass, holding me up and rising to his knees so he can plunge into me again and again.

His thrusts are a little rough and reckless, but they’re exactly what I need. He’s filling me whole, disconnecting every circuit in my brain until the only ones still functioning are the pleasure sensors. They’re riding high, exploding like fireworks as Ethan’s ragged breaths soon match mine, his face distorting as the orgasm starts to build within him.

I can sense it coming and reach for his taut forearms, wrapping my fingers around his straining muscles as he starts to jerk, then plunges deep and hard.

His groans join mine, creating a chorus of ecstasy as he holds me up and empties himself completely. A fine sheen of sweat coats his skin, and as he starts to relax, he lays his slick body over mine.

I cup the back of his head, running my fingers through his messy locks when he nestles his chin into the crook of my neck.

“You know you are the best husband in the world, right?”

He rests on his elbows so he can look into my eyes. The impish grin on his face is adorable, and I touch his chin, smiling when he replies, “Love you, lil’ mouse.”

And those are the words ringing in my head as we drift off to sleep, still naked and wrapped in each other’s arms.

I wake around three in the morning, my mind alert as work worries filter into my brain. I need to get these contracts done before Ryan texts me in the morning to check that they are.

Ethan is still out for the count, and there’s no point in me lying here awake and worried when I could be using this time to get shit done.

I slip off the couch, careful not to disturb him. Grabbing the first shirt I can find, I slip it over my head and smile at the way Ethan’s clothes always dwarf me.

Grabbing that stack of contracts, I figure I can proof them by flashlight. That way, by the time Ethan wakes up, I’ll be free for the rest of the weekend… hopefully. If I don’t get any work calls to disturb me.

Flicking on my phone light, I start reading documents and don’t notice Ethan wake until he moves on the couch. His dark shadow looms, and I lift my light, checking his face with a grin.

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