Page 94 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

He said it. He actually said it again. He'd known exactly what I wanted him to say.

My orgasm hit me with such intensity, it was almost embarrassing, the trembling, the shaking, the rawness of it all. But judging by Ethan's raspy breaths, he didn't care. He seemed even more turned on if anything, pausing inside me, both of hishands moving to the side of my face as he kissed me with such tenderness it made me want to cry.

Why was I so emotional?

When the last of the spasms finally died down, Ethan kissed my cheeks and then my nose. "That was number one."

"Number one?" I asked, no idea what he meant.

"Yeah. Your first orgasm tonight. You ready for the second?"

"Um, I'm not sure that's possible." I'd never gone for two before. Just getting one was rare enough, let alone two.

"Oh, it's definitely possible. You'll see."

He pulled out of me, and that's when it dawned on me that Ethan was still hard. Holy crap. His words from a while back hit me then, when he'd bragged about how long he could last, that sex with him would never be quick or boring.

There was a rustling sound, all physical contact with Ethan lost for a moment, while I wondered what on earth he was doing. It was so damn dark out here, all I could make out was movement of some sort thanks to the sliver of moon and the stars shining through the tree branches.

It hit me how all alone we were. Normally, that would totally freak me out. I was the furthest thing you could imagine from an outdoorsy girl. I'd gone camping exactly once when I was a kid, and I'd hated it with a passion. Give me the city. Give me my lattes and shopping and parties.

But this? Being alone with Ethan without another soul even close? I loved it on another level. And even more importantly, I trusted him. I trusted him with my life right now.

His hand suddenly touched mine, and it was a testament to how comfortable I was that I didn't even jump.

"Come here," he said.

Slowly, he led me a short distance while I carefully stepped through the brush. Then he stopped, facing me, taking both of my hands in his. He lowered himself, lowering me as well, untilhis back was against a tree, and I was kneeling on clothing that he must have arranged like a thick blanket.

He guided my knees on either side of him so I was straddling him. "Ride me."

Excuse me? What? "You for real want me to ride you?"

"Ride me. Fuck me. Do whatever feels good to you."

It'd been ages since I'd been on top. Absolute ages. And for the millionth time, I wondered why I'd ever been with such a selfish asshole like Chase who could never give even this small thing over to me. And Ethan did it all so effortlessly, giving me control right off the bat.

His warm hands slid up and down my arms, chills skittering across my skin in this cool night air.

"Unless you don't want to..." he said. "If you're not into having another climax."

I could see just a flash of his white teeth as he smiled. The adorable ass. He was so damn confident, and it was such a turn-on that all other thoughts fled my head. Except one. Well, two.

Seeing if that confidence was warranted... if I could indeed have a second orgasm. And also, more than anything else, I wanted to experience him losing his mind in pleasure, coming inside me and hearing my name on his lips as he filled me.

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Ethan

All of her hesitation gave me pause because why exactly was she hesitating? Did it have something to do with me? Or was it something else entirely? I hoped like hell it was the latter.

But either way, I did my best to calm her, my hands on her, leaning forward to give her a sweet kiss that turned into something more. I couldn't get enough of her, the way she tasted, the fullness of her lips, the sounds she probably didn't even know she was making. Even the way she fucking breathed, a little shaky, a little unsteady.

I had it bad, and I was all in.

She was the one to break our kiss, pulling back to study me, her features barely visible in the dark. Maybe this wasn't the brightest idea I'd ever had. But when I'd heard her through the helmet's built-in mic, uh, which I should probably tell her about, when she'd spouted pure poetry about her drowning and me pulling her back to the surface, everything in my life clicked into place. Because I felt the exact same way.

Ever since my parents had died, I'd been drowning. And no one had given a shit. In fact, they'd only tried to push me down even farther. Until Aria. Someone who shouldn't have cared.

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