Page 43 of The Paris Chapter

His lips found mine again as he stroked my breasts and I needed to be closer. I moved higher on his lap and squeezed my legs tighter around him, feeling him as aroused as me through our jogging bottoms.

He grunted when I created friction and his mouth pressed harder against mine, kissing me desperately.

I moved against him again. ‘Should we get naked?’ I gasped out.

‘We both need to take this slow,’ Ethan said softly as he broke our kiss to look at me, the words coming out as breathless as I felt. He rocked against me and I whimpered. ‘We should keep our clothes on but that won’t stop me making you come.’

His words sent a delicious thrill through me. I moaned and moved against him harder as his mouth returned to mine. Ethan’s hands held my waist as I moved on top of him, and he thrusted against me. I could feel how hard he was and I wondered if he could feel how wet I was. It was like I was a teenager again, and there was something about us having to keep our clothes on that drove me crazy. I moaned when Ethan went back to caressing my breasts, running his fingertips over the fabric, my nipples hardening underneath instantly. Then he moved and hit the spot I needed him to most. I clung to him and cried out in pleasure.

‘What are you doing to me?’ I gasped as we moved harder and faster together.

‘You feel so good,’ he said, looking at me in wonder. ‘Like this. I can’t even imagine what it will feel like to be inside you.’

‘Oh, God.’ I moaned at the thought. I ached to feel him. There was something about this man that made me want to do things I’d only written about before. I was usually shy and tentative in bed, especially at first, but Ethan made me feel so comfortable, it was easy to let go.

‘Is this okay?’ he gasped then, reaching up to smooth my hair back off my face.

‘Faster,’ I gasped back. I gripped his shoulders and his hands clung to my waist. ‘Yes.’ I rolled my hips and this time, Ethan trembled beneath me. ‘You like that?’

‘Fuck yeah,’ he said, so I did it again and let out a moan. ‘I can’t stop thinking about what this will be like when I’m actually inside you. You’ll be so wet… so tight…’

Usually, dirty talk was something I avoided like the plague, with my overthinking about most things that came out of my mouth, but Ethan’s frantic murmurings just made me moan louder. It was like his honesty just carried on into the bedroom, and knowing he was thinking about being inside me while I was thinking the same thing made it incredibly hot. ‘You’re going to fill me up, you’re so big…’ I murmured back. Ethan pulled me closer down on him and when I rolled my hips again, I cried out as pleasure surged through my body, travelling out from the throbbing between my legs down to my toes. I shuddered against him as he rocked with me twice more before crying out too.

‘Jesus, Tessa,’ he cried, holding me tightly against him as he shuddered along with me. ‘If you can make me come as hard as that with my clothes on…’ He pulled back to look at me, eyebrow raised. ‘Your moans, fuck.’

I came back to earth and looked away. ‘I’m sorry.’ I started to slide off him, but Ethan gripped my hips and kept me in place.

‘What the hell are you sorry for?’ He was searching my face but I was avoiding his eyes. He took hold of my chin gently in his fingers and tilted my face so I had to meet his eyes.

‘Being so loud,’ I said, embarrassed at being so into it now the moment had passed.

‘Are you being serious?’ He shook his head. ‘Do you know how hard I was trying not to come before you? Your moans drove me crazy. Fucking crazy.’ He cupped my face and drew my lips to his, kissing me tenderly. He pulled back and met my eyes again. ‘I have dreamed about making you moan like that.’

When I saw he was being serious, my chest sagged with relief. I smiled through my blush. ‘Okay, good. I honestly don’t know what you did to me back there.’

‘I want to do it again,’ he said huskily. ‘Over and over. Do you?’

I nodded. ‘I think I may have made that clear.’ But then I giggled, the high I had felt coming back from his reassurance.

Ethan leaned back and smiled, reaching up to touch my lips. ‘God, I love making you smile. You look even more gorgeous when you smile. I want to make you smile like this every day.’

‘I was thinking you make me feel like a teenager again,’ I said.

‘Good. You should feel that carefree and fearless.’

I’d turned as serious as he had. ‘This is new for me,’ I admitted. I shifted again and this time, his hands slid away and I climbed off his lap and sat back to look at him. ‘I don’t usually feel like this.’

‘How do you usually feel?’ he asked, watching me intently.

‘Worried,’ I admitted. I didn’t want to compare Ethan to Joe but it was hard not to. When I first started seeing Joe, I overthought everything, and now I knew part of the problem was he wasn’t fully in it like I thought he was. I was always worried Iwasn’t what he wanted. With Ethan, it was different. He made me feel like I might be exactly what he wanted. That was a crazy feeling so soon though.

Isn’t it?

Ethan mulled my words over and nodded. ‘I get that. I’ve felt that way too. It’s hard when you take a leap with someone but you don’t really know if they have taken that same leap. So, let’s be honest with each other, yeah? Tell each other how we are feeling, what we want… and don’t rush. Wait until we’re both ready. Until we both know what we want.’

I smiled. I knew that was the right thing to do but I also knew after what had just happened, it wouldn’t be easy. Ethan was making me feel things I had always wanted to feel. And it had come when I was at my lowest point. My mind was having trouble keeping up with the sudden turn my heart was making. That Ethan was encouraging it to make. ‘Okay. But just as you know, I want more.’ I flopped down on the pillow beside him, contentment flowing through my body.

Ethan looked across at me, his eyes dark. ‘Good. So do I.’

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