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We break apart, and while I’m peripherally aware of people looking at us, pointing and whispering at the two people crazy enough to get themselves worked up this badly while dancing, I can’t seem to bring myself to care. Not when I’m staring into those vivid green eyes, unmistakable lust there for everyone to see. He can’t be that good of an actor, right? Even if he did tell me yesterday he only cared about me as a friend.

“Do you want to?” he asks in a low voice, the sound of it sending another wave of longing through me.

“What?” I’m not sure what he’s asking.

“Do you want to go in that room?”

I blink, some of the haze clearing. Is he serious? Even after my little speech earlier? “So I can, what? Give you a blow job?”

“No. So I can go down on you.”

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

LEXIE

My jaw drops.Say what now?

“Let’s subvert the norm,” he whispers silkily in my ear. “When we leave, you’ll be the one with the satisfied smile and I’ll be wiping my mouth.”

My knees weaken. Like physically weaken as I drop a little. He easily catches me, bringing me back up, supporting my weight with his arm around my waist.

There’s no way he’s for real. Yeah, I get that he’s turned on right now. I am too, if I’m being honest with myself. But this would change everything. The whole dynamic of our relationship. Or, rather, non-relationship. Everything we’re doing is fake.

“Ethan…” I trail off, not sure where I’m going with it.

“It’ll be an apology for the history books,” he says, as if he didn’t hear me. “Again, on behalf of all men everywhere, let me make amends. Let the girl finally get something good in one of those rooms.”

Is that his actual argument? I can’t agree to that, can I?

His hands move from my waist to my ass, cupping me, a rush of warmth filling my lower belly.

“I want to make you feel good, Lexie. When was the last time anyone made you feel good?”

“Never,” I find myself saying, compelled to answer him.

“So you’ll come with me? Comeforme?”

Oh my God, he wants me to… I can’t do that. I’ve never done that with a man. The one guy I’ve been with, well, he wasn’t that interested in making sure I had a good time too. But Cody never made my stomach flip like this. Never kissed me with such passion. Never even asked me if I liked what we were doing.

My gaze flicks over Ethan’s shoulder, homing in on Savannah staring at us, her lips pursed in disapproval. “Yes,” I say, being petty as hell, relishing her attention on us as he leads me through the crowd, back the way we came toward that bedroom.

Ethan knocks on the door, no sound from the other side. Is this really happening?

I glance over my shoulder, giving Savannah a little wave before shutting the door behind me, but there’s no time to savor my victory because Ethan’s on me, backing me up against the door, his lips on my neck, trailing kisses over the sensitive area.

I can’t think, can’t focus when he’s doing that, my hips instinctively tilting to make contact with his, wanting to feel him again.

He flicks the lock and bends down, brushing his palms down the backs of my thighs, lifting me until I’m eye level with him, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist. I do so, head falling back against the door with a thud as he grinds into me, more intensely this time. The butterflies in my stomach are flapping their wings like mad, swooping and diving every which way, especially as his mouth returns to mine, kissing me rougher now, like he needs me. Like he can’t help himself.

He said the kiss in the lab would be the one to make me forget any previous kisses, but it’sthisone that does the trick. There’s no other thought in my mind but how he promised to make me feel good.

And let me tell you, this is more than I ever could have dreamed of.

He shifts me higher in his arms, supporting my back as he leads me to the full-sized bed in the corner of the room, laying me down on the soft comforter, his big body covering mine. I have no idea whose bed this is or what else people have done on it tonight, but I’m too far gone to care, only focused on kissing him, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him, my skirt riding up in the process.

I’m wanton, greedily taking from his mouth, bringing my fingers up to sift through his dark hair, softer than I expected. This is the first time I’ve really touched him, the first time I’ve had a chance to do all those things I’ve secretly imagined doing, even when I wouldn’t admit to myself my attraction to him.

My hands are stroking his beard next, tracing his cheekbones with my thumbs, down his neck to his upper back, the muscles there heavy. Down, down, down the length of his back until I reach the hem of his shirt, sneaking under, his skin warm as I move my palms between us to his stomach, wanting to trace his abs like I imagined earlier.

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