Page 151 of When Hearts Remember

Drunk on him.

Ethan’s tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting me, savoring me, drinking me in like he’s parched and dying of thirst. Fire burns down my body, prickling my nipples into tight buds, settling between my legs.

“Never,” he rasps when we break apart for air. “Neverapologize to me. You havenothingto be sorry for, you hear me? None of this is your fault. Fate stole a decade from us. I don’t hate you. I’m not angry at you.”

He caresses my face, the intensity in his eyes matching my rioting heartbeats. “Iloveyou. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I’ve waited,” he chokes up, “w-waited almost a decade to tell you these words again, Nova. And now, I finally get to say them.”

A ragged exhale escapes his throat, and he unleashes a devastating smile—one of pain and happiness. His eyes glisten with moisture again. “So don’t youdareapologize to me. Don’t you fucking dare. Because I love you so fucking much, and now I can finally tell you again.”

I cry and throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, my legs curled around his waist.

I kiss and suck any part of him I can reach—his eyes, his lips, his rugged jawline.

He returns the favor, and our kiss quickly spirals out of control, the inferno overtaking us in a flash. Ethan carries me somewhere. I’m dizzy with lust, love, and everything in between, and before I know it, my back hits a bookshelf and darkness encloses us.

I might not remember if I’ve ever had sex before, but being with him like this feels as natural as breathing, like I’ve done this many times before and my body remembers.

My nails dig into his neck before I yank off his bow tie, then his shirt, and he makes work at removing my dress at a breakneck speed.

I can’t get enough. Can’t get close enough. Too many clothes. Too much distance.

“P-Please, Ethan. I need you. I-I need—”

I scream when he bites the pulse point on my neck.

“What do you need, Nova?” a deep guttural growl, and my pussy weeps, soaking my thong in a matter of seconds.

He sucks his way down my neck, laving my collarbone before he yanks off my strapless bra as well, baring my breasts to the night air.

“Fuck me,” he grunts. He sucks a nipple in and tugs. Then he bites down.

I scream, the sharp pleasure shooting straight to my clit. I gyrate my pussy over his groin, his hard cock digging out of his pants.

“Shit!” His breath falters and I feel him throb and grow between my legs.

Moving faster, I rub my heat over his thick length, needing more friction, more pressure, more everything.

Dropping my head back, I hear the sounds of books toppling off the shelves. Then, the rough sound of the zipper and the rustling of fabric as his pants disappear between us. Followed by a heady burn when he rips off my thong.

“Yes…Ethan, oh my God, yes, just like that!” I moan when his bare cock glides over my folds.

There’s a desperate need for him to fill me like this is a sensation I’ve been missing for a long time.

I’m so wet. I should be embarrassed, but apparently that only turns him on more.

“I can’t go slow today, Nova.” He slides his hand between us and rubs my swollen clit.

My legs shake as I barrel head first into what will be an earth-shattering orgasm.

“I…I need to be inside you. I can’t last… It’s been almost ten years.” He grunts, and his tip notches at my opening.

My eyes snap open as his words finally register. “T-Ten years? You haven’t—”He hasn’t been with anyonefor a decade?

His eyes are lightning. Thunder. Tornadoes. Breathtaking storm. “How could I? I’m taken. My heart and body belong only to one woman.”

His answer sends me into a tailspin.I’ve done this before with him.The thought echoes in the back of my mind—a surety I’d bet anything on.

I claw his bare back and clamp my legs tightly against him, urging him on. “Fuck me, Ethan. I need you inside me. Bare. I’m on the pill.”

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