Page 76 of The Paris Chapter

‘Definitely not. We are going to move very slowly and you’re going to love every minute of it.’

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I raised an eyebrow at Ethan telling me we were going to move slowly tonight. There he went surprising me again. Ethan might just have been the king of foreplay at this point. My whole body was lit up like it was catching fire from the slowest, sweetest burn.

Ethan smiled back like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Our lips met again but this time, we kissed with abandon. Our lips met frantically, desperate to erase our time apart.

I moved closer as Ethan’s hands slid down my back to my bum, cupping it. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I met his tongue eagerly with my own. When I gave a contented sigh, Ethan broke away and reached for my chin, tilting it up so our eyes were locked. ‘How did I meet someone like you?’

‘Babe, can we finally stop talking?’ I reached out for the buttons of his shirt. ‘I feel like I’m going to go crazy,’ I half growled at him as I desperately undid the buttons and slipped it off his shoulders, taking in his defined chest, running my fingertips down it, enjoying the way his body trembled underneath my touch.

‘Did you just call me babe?’ Ethan’s eyes flashed at me as he pulled my T-shirt over my head. He pushed my hair off my shoulder and leaned down to kiss me there and across my collarbone and then up my neck towards my ear, making me shiver.

‘Yes,’ I gasped as his hands stroked me over my chest. His lips found mine and he kissed me as he reached behind me and undid my bra, pulling it off quickly, his mouth moving to my exposed breasts.

‘Am I really driving you crazy?’ he murmured before sucking on one of my nipples, which were already hard and desperate for his mouth.

‘Yes,’ I gasped again, moving closer, arching my back to bring him even closer. I couldn’t get close enough to him. He ran his tongue over my nipple and I shivered again.

Ethan stepped back. ‘Take your jeans off, sweetheart.’

I reached for my jeans and slowly unbuttoned them as his eyes watched me, dark and hooded. He let out a loud exhale when I slipped my thumbs inside my waistband and pulled them down, stepping out of them so I was in front of him just in my thong. ‘What about you?’ I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Eyes still on me, Ethan slid his jeans off and I could see that he was straining through his underwear.

‘Hmm,’ I said approvingly.

‘I need you on the bed now, please,’ he said. I backed up and climbed onto the bed, Ethan following, leaning over me as I lay down. He reached out to touch my lips with his fingertips as he propped himself over me. ‘Take your thong off,’ he said huskily, staring down at me. I bit my lip and he watched as I slipped it off. ‘You have no idea how incredible you look right now,’ he said, his eyes tracing me from head to toe then back up again.

My breath was fast and desperate as I noticed the way he was looking at me. No man had looked at me like that before. Likethey wanted me that badly. Lusted after me. Needed me. Was hungry for me and only me. It turned me on even more.

‘Ethan, please,’ I begged him.

‘I didn’t even have to ask,’ he said playfully. He ran a hand down the centre of my chest to my stomach and then paused, eyeing me.

‘Ethan,’ I said, arching towards him again.

‘You want me to touch you?’

‘Yes,’ I breathed, trembling in anticipation. I propped my legs up either side of him and he gently parted them open. ‘Please.’

‘You want me to taste you?’

‘Yes, please,’ I said, practically writhing beneath him.

‘God, I love it when you beg me,’ he whispered, his hand finally dropping to where I ached for him. His fingers moved, teasing me, as I gasped at his touch.

When he slid his fingers inside me, Ethan grunted in approval. ‘So ready, aren’t you?’

I gasped out a ‘yes’. I was losing all train of thought now.

He leaned down and trailed kisses where his fingertips had been all down my body. When his mouth reached between my legs, I cried his name like it was a prayer. His tongue worshipped me like I had never been before. My hand slid down and I ran my fingers through his hair.

This is so much better than the sex in my books.

As Ethan devoured me with his tongue, I clutched his hair, tipping closer to the edge. ‘It’s too good. I need to come,’ I cried then, my legs trembling either side of him.

Ethan lifted off me suddenly, leaving me confused. His eyes met mine. ‘Hold on,’ he said, reaching down to run his tongue over my nipple so gently and softly.

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