Page 62 of When Hearts Remember

My back hits the windows and I swallow, watching him close in on me. I wet my lips, and his eyes drop to the movement, his pupils flaring.

He braces his arms at the sides of my head, caging me against the windows. A strangled gasp slips out of my lips when he presses his body on mine, letting me feel every hard inch of him.

How large he is. How strong he is. How he can bend and break me oh so easily if he wants to.

Wetness seeps through my panties, and I clench my thighs.

Ethan brushes his lips against the curve of my ear. A barely there caress, but I feel it straight in my clit.

A whimper floats out of me.

“What did you just say?” His breathing is labored. “You’re going to fuck him? Give him these rosy lips and needy sounds? Let him touch you? Kiss you? Fuck you because you’re practically begging for it?”

My mind swirls and I arch my head back, baring my neck to him.

Kiss me, Ethan. Kiss me. I only want you.

I feel the last vestiges of restraint, the honorable Ethan Anderson still holding on, trying to keep his vow to my brother ever sincehe found out who I was at the library. The sensitive Delaney who’s afraid of hurting me because he thinks he doesn’t know how to love.

Can’t he see how much love he has to give? How in trying to keep me safe, honor his promise to my brother, and prove himself to the world—to his family—he’s doing it all because he lovestoohard?

He shakes against me. I should feel suffocated. Panicked. Ishouldwant to escape.

But I don’t.

I want him to burn me alive.

I want him to chooseme.

“Kiss me, Ethan.” I rub my body against his, the friction of our clothes lighting my nipples and pussy on fire.

I came close to having sex a few times before, but it never felt right. But now, at this moment, IknowI want my first time to be with him.

Bucking underneath him, I whimper, needing more.

Needing everything.

A growl rumbles from his throat, his labored breaths driving me on. My body is on fire and I can’t help but gyrate harder, needing more friction, needing the clothes between us to disappear.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Fuck it all.”

Ethan bears down, his hard, jean-clad cock burrowing against my panties. Stars appear behind my eyes. He captures my lips with his, and with one hand, he yanks up the hem of my sweater dress to my waist and hoists my legs around him.

He snaps his hips, humping me through our clothes, dragging that cock deliciously up and down my damp underwear.

A tortuous rhythm.

“Ethan,” I moan.

My clit is throbbing, pulsing. I’m sure I’m leaking all over his pants, but I don’t care. I’ve never felt like this—so out of control. I meet him thrust for thrust, needing to reach that cliff so I can throw myself off it with him in my arms. I grip the soft strands of his hair before clawing hisback. He hisses and his tongue invades my mouth, and the world turns hazy.

Off. I need everything off. I need to feel him pressed up against me with nothing separating us.

He understands what I can’t say in words, and with a grunt, he perches me on the windowsill so my chest is at his eye level.

Breaking apart for air, he stares at me, his hair mussed, a deep flush on his face. His eyes are dark—so dark I can barely see the irises. He looks feral, his gaze bouncing between my eyes, my parted lips, then to my chest.

Another growl rips out from him.

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