Page 52 of Off Season

The hold Ethan has on my jaw is possessive, powerful. His kiss is tender but sexual and demanding at the same time.

It feels like he’s claiming me.

The next thing I know, he has his hands beneath my ass, and he’s picking me up. I wrap my legs around his waist,feeling his hard length through his shorts, and cradle his face in my hands. His dark chocolate eyes are completely black. Shining like obsidian.

I trace my finger over his swollen lips, then tap his nose. Once.

Raindrops roll down his face, some getting caught in his eyelashes, and the smile he gives me knocks the breath from my lungs.

I kiss him again and again. Our tongues tangle in gentle but needy caresses, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin that have nothing to do with the British weather.

Ethan carries me inside, holding me up with one arm while he opens the door and kicks off his shoes before carrying me up the stairs. The entire time, our mouths remain locked. Fused together with nothing but pure heat and want. The only time we separate is when he sits me on the edge of the bathroom counter in his en suite.

I take in the gorgeous man in front of me. His chest rises and falls in quick succession. His clothes are dripping, his white shirt now see-through. Every ridge of his muscles is visible, his nipples poke through the fabric, and his shorts do nothing to conceal his erection.

He’s mouth-watering.

Ethan reaches behind the glass screen and turns on the shower, then strips out of his clothes, leaving them in a wet heap on the floor. I move to take off my shirt, but he raises his hand to stop me.

“Let me,” he says.

He takes my hand, guiding me back onto my feet, and starts to slowly remove my t-shirt, pressing soft butterfly kisses over my shoulder and collarbone and up my neck.My t-shirt joins the pile of wet clothes on the floor as he kneels in front of me. Slipping my shoes off, he places them to one side before unbuttoning my shorts. He curves his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down my legs carefully, taking the time to kiss the inside of both knees as he goes.

When I’m down to just my black briefs, he sits back on his haunches and takes me in. His thick cock juts out hard and heavy, precome beading at the tip. I feel the searing heat of his stare as they travel from my feet all the way up my body, taking me in, inch by inch, until our eyes lock.

With any other man, I might have felt self-conscious standing here, completely exposed. But with Ethan? Ethan has this ability to make me feel like I’m the most beautiful man to walk the earth. He boosts my confidence in a way I’ve only ever dreamed of.

“You’re so fucking sexy, J.” His tongue licks over his bottom lip, eyeing me like I’m a decadent dessert.

My dick twitches in my briefs, and he smirks.

“I’ve got you.” He leans forward to remove my underwear, gently lifting my leg with a hand on my ankle.

Ethan's hands roam up my legs, ghosting over my calves and curving around the backs of my thighs, stopping just beneath my cheeks. His warm breath ghosts over the head of my cock, and I shiver.

“Let’s get you warmed up,” he says as he looks up at me, smirking.

Standing up, he wraps an arm around me and lifts me off my feet. He carries me into the shower and carefully puts me down. I sigh as the warm water hits my wet skin.

“Oh, that feels so good!” As I turn to put my face underthe water, Ethan’s hands glide around to my stomach, and his cock rests against my crease.

“Mmm, it does.” He rolls his hips, sliding his cock between my cheeks.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as I lean back against him, pressing kisses over my pulse before grazing his teeth and sucking on the skin where my neck meets my shoulders.

“Ethan,” I breathe.

He grabs the bottle of shower gel and squeezes some into his hand before gliding it over me, across my arms and chest, and between my legs, giving my hard cock a teasing stroke before moving around to wash between my crease.

Ethan peppers kisses all over my skin as he washes the soap away, and once I’m rinsed clean, he takes my chin in his hand and angles my head toward him. The fire in his gaze sends desire down my spine like a wildfire.

“Can I taste you?” he whispers.

I nod wordlessly.

With a fierce kiss to my mouth, he lets my chin go and drops to his knees.

“Hands on the wall,” he demands.

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