Page 63 of When Hearts Remember

I look down, finding my neckline already tugged past my shoulders, baring one lace covered breast. My nipples are as hard as diamonds and poking out of the thin material, saluting him.

My skin heats, and I want to duck away from his intense gaze. I’m overwhelmed with lust, love, anger, anything and everything toward this man.

His breathing falters, his hands trembling as they tug down my dress, then the straps of my bra. He grazes my arms—the light touch sending shivers down my body. Soon, my tits are bared. They’re heavy, swollen, the tips sensitive.

Ethan’s eyes are glued to my tits—each ragged exhale causing them to jiggle. He dips his tongue out, like he’s imagining how they’d taste.

Take me, Ethan. Choose me.

Slowly, with shaking hands, I cup my tits and pinch my hardened nipples. A sultry moan slips out. My thighs clench, unable to relieve the burgeoning ache gathering in my pussy.

“Nova, fuck,” he rasps.

He swivels his hips in that tortuous rhythm, each glide more desperate than the one before, like nothing in the world could stop him from reaching me.

With his forehead resting on mine, our breaths mingle with every graze of my nipples against his shirt.

He’s not touching me with his hands, but I feel him everywhere.

We’re reaching the point of no return. One tiny shove…that’s all it’ll take.

Choose me.

Ethan lifts his head up, our eyes catching. I see my reflection in those dark, mesmerizing pools.

“Who’s your keeper?” he whispers.

“You.” There’s only one answer. “You, Ethan. Always you. My north star.”

An unsteady inhale from me or him, I don’t know. My lungs have forgotten how to work.

Then he leaps off the tightrope, tugging me with him.

With one hand, he yanks off his shirt, baring his lean but strong muscles. After hoisting me into his arms, he kisses the ever living daylights out of me.

Our mouths duel—offense, defense, match point, rematch. I bite him; he returns the favor with a soft nip and suckle. He grips my ass, his fingers sliding underneath the thong I have on, and I let out a strangled mewl.

“So wet, Nova. You’re so fucking wet.”

Whimpering, I take his lips with mine again. Before I know it, he tosses me onto my queen-sized bed, his fingers shaking when he unbuttons his jeans, then kicks off his pants and underwear. My eyes widen when I take in his pulsing shaft curling against his toned stomach. A thick vein curves around the underside and the tip is deep pink, pre-cum glistening on it.

How’s that thing going to fit inside me?

My heart ricochets inside my chest as my eyes remain riveted on his hard shaft.It’ll fit. Because we’re made for each other.

With trembling fingers, I slide down my thong and throw it on the floor. Ethan’s eyes dart to the trimmed patch of red curls between my legs as he slowly crawls above me on the bed.

“You’re beautiful, Lexy. The supernova in my universe.” His eyes widen—in shock, awe, a combination—I don’t know.

“We are a match made in heaven then.” My breath stutters when he settles his hard cock between my parted thighs. “The north star and his supernova.”

His lips curve into a wide smile and he slowly links his fingers with mine before placing them next to my head. Every inch of me is plastered against him—my breasts to his hard pecs, my legs curled around his waist. He grips my hands like a lifeline, promising he won’t ever let go.

His warm tip notches at my entrance.

“I’m clear, Lexy.” His jaw works.

Shit. I didn’t even remember about the condom.

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