Page 28 of Ethan's Command

Ethan mumbled against her breast, “That was Mojo. Sounds like he is settling in for the evening.” He licked one nipple, then traveled to the other to pay it equal attention.

“We shouldn’t?—”

He lifted his head and cocked it to one side. “Changing your mind?”

“Hell no. I want this. I want us. But I can’t fuck you in my kitchen with Liam right there.”

His chuckle was sexy as hell as he slipped his fingers under her skirt again, seeking the heat that must be blazing from her pussy. “Want to continue this in the bedroom?”

She pushed him backward then jumped off the counter. After skimming her palm over the stiff ridge in his jeans, she grabbed his hand and led him to her room.

With the door safely closed and locked, a flurry of hands and arms and legs ensued as they hurriedly ripped each other’s clothes off. Even in the almost-nonexistent light in her bedroom, she recognized his dick. God, it was every bit as long and thick as she remembered, and she knew without a doubt her vagina was soaked and weeping for him.

Once they were completely naked, Ethan swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed, where he set her down and then swiftly dropped on top of her.

They fit together like Legos, tight and right.

He slipped his hand between their bodies and sought out the softest spot on her. He shifted a bit to his side, giving him free rein to tuck a finger into her sheath.

She rocked her hips, trying to draw him deeper. He accommodated by pressing in more, then adding a second digit. Her hips took up a rhythm of their own, lifting and falling as he increased his speed. The heel of his hand rubbed her clit, his mouth was ravenous on her tit, greedy, sucking and pulling. Pressure rapidly built inside, coiling tight, ready to soar.

“Need your dick in me, Ethan. I don’t want to come on your hand.”

He lifted his head from her breast and pinned her with a stare. “Bare or covered? I’m clean. It’s been a year since my last time and six months since my last clean test.”

A year? What the hell?Why was he lying? His fingers twitched inside her, pressing her g-spot and sparks flared in her head, scattering her thoughts. “Bare. I’m clean too.” They’d already been through this once.

He jerked his fingers from her body, then licked her juices from them, eyes closed as if in rapture. He captured her mouth, and she tasted herself on his tongue as he notched his tip at her entrance and then eased inside. She rocked her hips to take him deeper, the sensation of being full to the point of bursting overtaking every other sensation. Hot, wet wildness all but choked her as she stretched to accommodate his girth and length.

He gasped into her mouth and a shudder rumbled through him as he stilled inside her, waiting for her to adjust. Once she gripped his head and drew his mouth back to her breast,he began to move, using his entire body to slide into her, then back out. His pubic bone rubbed her clit with each thrust. His chest rubbed her breasts in a quickening rhythm. He palmed one breast and moved his face to her neck, murmuring encouraging noises. With each thrust, he pinched a nipple, bit the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and sank deep inside her.

“Jesus, honey, you are so tight.” He sucked her earlobe, then dove deeper inside. He gripped her thigh and pulled her leg over his shoulder, opening her wider, hitting deeper.

The tension in her spooled tighter, like a spring ready to release. With her leg over him, her clit was on fire with each sweep of his hips. He used his shoulder to hold her in place, and slipped a hand behind her leg, seeking her clit. When he found it, he pinched it hard, and she shattered.

A blissful rainbow, brighter than anything she’d seen over Mahana Beach, flared behind her tightly closed lid as her body erupted in orgasm and she moaned his name.

The speed of his hips increased until he thrust hard and held still, his cock buried so hard within her that she spasmed a second time.

“Jesus, I think you killed me,” he chuckled into her ear as he rocked through an aftershock. His chest heaved in time with hers.

She ignored everything except the physical; the floating, nerve-tingling afterglow, the fullness in her vagina as he remained hard. She remembered from before how he stayed hard and took her back up in a spiral to a second orgasm last time. She’d never experienced anything like that before.

She peppered kisses on his shoulder and up his neck until he lifted his head and captured her lips in a deep, lingering, hungry kiss. His cock swelled inside her.

“Again?” he asked breathlessly.

“Hell yeah!”

And she gave herself over to light and sensation until she forgot everything, even her name, once again.

Brooklyn openedher eyes and swore silently. Ethan wasn’t in bed, but she was sure he must be out in the kitchen. She rose abruptly and headed to her bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. What the hell had she just done? She’d slept with Ethan again, despite swearing to herself she wouldn’t. It was like throwing herself headlong into heartbreak, knowing full well how it would end. And damn it, it had been even better than the first time.

That only made it worse.

She thought she could do this…fuck him and forget him. What they’d just done hit harder than she thought.

She leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips were evidence of the amazing night she’d just had, but her eyes told a different story. They were haunted, darkened by the weight of her past and the mess she’d created for herself. Nate’s betrayal had left a raw wound, and Ethan’s earlier dismissal had only added to the ugly scars. It was fair to say she’d asked for it, but how much more could she take? How could she ever trust her judgment again? More importantly, could she trust Ethan to do what was best for her and Liam—or would he always put himself first?

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