Page 61 of It's Only Ever Been You

And for the first time in years, I believe him.

Ethan pulls back just enough to look at me, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His hands skim up my sides, his touch deliberate, as he grips the edge of my bra. His gaze meets mine, silently asking for permission, and I nod, my breath hitching.

His hands slip behind me, deftly unclasping the bra and with one smooth motion, he slides it down my arms. His fingers grazing my skin as he tosses it aside before his mouth descends and the lace joins the growing pile of my discarded clothing.

His eyes darken as they roam over me, lingering on the curves he’s just revealed. The intensity in his expression sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough as his lips brush softly against my collarbone. His hands move lower, tracing the curve of my waist before sliding up to cup my breasts, his touch reverent, like he’s savoring every inch of me. The sensation leaves me trembling, completely at his mercy.

Ethan pulls back just enough to look at me, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His hands skim over my sides, his touch deliberate, causing my breath to hitch.

My hands move instinctively to his hoodie, tugging at it, and he shifts back just enough to strip it off, tossing it aside. Beneath it, his shirt clings to the hard lines of his chest, and I don’t wait—I tug it up, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He pulls it over his head in one fluid motion, and I can’t stop the sharp inhale as I take him in.

His chest is broad, his muscles taut and defined, and I run my fingers over his warm skin, following the lines of old scars and ridges. Every inch of him is mesmerizing, raw, and real. My hands drift lower, tracing the dip of his hips as he moves, hinting that I want them off. His jeans join the rest of the clothes on the floor, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs.

And then those are gone too. My breath catches as I drink him in—raw, unguarded, and utterly beautiful. My heart pounds as my eyes roam over him, unable to focus on one thing because it’s all too much.

“Emma,” he breathes, his voice low and thick with need, as he kneels before me. His hands slide up my thighs, his fingers brushing my bare skin with a deliberate slowness that has my entire body on edge.

He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. “Do you want this? Do you want me?” he whispers, his voice heavy with both hunger and vulnerability.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Yes, Ethan. I want all of you.”

His lips curve into a wicked smile, and his voice drops to a low, sinful rasp. “All of me, huh? Careful, baby. Once you’ve had me inside you again, I’ll ruin you for everyone else—and you’re going to love every second of it.”

Chapter Twenty One

Always Yours

Ethan

Her whispered “yes” echoes in my mind, a match igniting a flame. I've wanted this again for years. Her eyes are wide and dark, her lips parted as she watches me like I’m the only thing in the world she can see. And damn, I feel the same way.

The moment stretches, heavy with anticipation, and I let my hands glide over her thighs, savoring the softness of her skin. My fingers press into the curves of her hips, grounding me, keeping me steady when every part of me wants to lose control.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough as my gaze roams over her. She’s laid out beneath me, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, her hair spread across the pillow like a halo.

Her lips part, but no words come out, just a soft, needy sound that sends a rush of heat straight tomy cock, making it impossibly harder. So hard it’s aching with the need to be inside her.

I lower myself over her, my forearms bracing on either side of her head as my lips find hers. The kiss is slow, deliberate, a contrast to the storm raging inside me. I want her to feel every ounce of what I’ve been holding onto, every moment of longing and regret, every promise I’m making with my touch.

Her hands slide over my shoulders, her nails grazing my skin as her legs shift, wrapping around my waist. The movement pulls a groan from deep in my chest, and I can’t help but press my hips against hers, letting her feel just how much I need her.

“Fuck me,” the sound falls from her lips, a soft, desperate plea that nearly undoes me.

“Shh, baby,” I whisper, brushing kisses along her jawline, down the column of her neck. “I’ve got you. Let me take care of you.”

My lips move across her jaw, finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, and I suck gently, reveling in the way her body arches into mine. Her nails dig into my back, her breaths coming in soft gasps as I work my way down her neck, worshipping every inch of it with my mouth.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her skin, my voice rough with possession. “Every fucking inch of you, Emma. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? How many nights I’ve dreamed about touching youlike this, tasting you like this?” My hands smoothing across her skin.

She shudders beneath me, her hands tangling in my hair as her hips shift restlessly. “Ethan, please,” she breathes, her voice trembling.

“Please what, baby?” I murmur, my lips brushing against her collarbone. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how you need me.”

Her head falls back against the pillow, her eyes squeezing shut as her body trembles beneath mine. “I need you,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I need this!” As she says this she reaches between us stroking my cock.

Those words and her hand is stroking my cock are my undoing.

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