Page 71 of Ignite

“Egotistical, much?”

“Speaking the truth.” He rubbed one finger up and down my wetness. “At least I haven’t been the only one.”

Then, he found it—the elusive spot that I could never quite reach with my own hand.

“Please. Now.” I’d already started riding his hand. “Please, now.”

“I can’t.” His voice was pained and low. “Condoms in jeans, floor.”

I couldn’t leave his hand. The only way I was leaving his hand was in a body bag, climax coma or for his erection.

“Come for me, Ryles, that’s a girl.” He cupped around my neck, pulling me back for our kiss, all the while his other hand gave me everything I needed with fingers inside me and his thumb at my clit.

The harder he kissed, the harder he rubbed, and the more I needed.

My orgasm started off like a lightning bolt, jarring and stabbing. I jolted and spasmed, with no time to warn Ethan. He smiled into our deepened kiss and kept rubbing.

Over and over again, I bucked and rode the wave until almost spent, I rolled away. Panting, I said, “Quick, you’ve got thirty seconds.”

Ethan only needed ten, maybe twenty seconds. Fully sheathed, he pinned me to the bed. I was still in that magical place of bliss but willing for more.

I rocked up and linked my feet around his neck, giving Ethan all the access he could want.

He dipped his head until his forehead rested on mine and we both moaned as he slid inside me. “Home,” he whispered. “I’m home.”

It was such a beautiful sentiment that I wanted to cry. I’d never been home to another person. I’d tried to create a home for my father and then Darin. But no one had ever mademetheir home.

“Then, come inside.” I meant it as more than an innuendo.

Much like our first time, he couldn’t last long and I took it as the compliment it was. He hadn’t been with a woman since me, and all our banter and circling each other like prize fighters had kept us on edge. We’d been a powder keg, ready to explode.

As he lay back, exhausted and with a satisfied smile, I left him naked in the middle of my bed. Humming Spiderbait’s “Tonight”, I quickly made us toasted cheese sandwiches and a pot of English Breakfast tea in my grandmother’s china.

“Hungry?” I asked, setting down the tray on the nightstand.

“If I’d known you would feed me, I would have done this sooner.”

“If I’d known you would be that good, I would have let you.”

The tea went cold, and the toasted sandwiches had to be reheated. But our second time seemed to last all night—and morphed into the third and fourth.

I stopped thinking of this as a one-time thing.

I started believing in tomorrows.

“You make the best iced tea.” Ethan offered his cup over for a refill. He might have looked cute in my fluffy, pink, dressing gown, but I couldn’t wait to take him back to bed and rip it off him.

“Talking about eating …” I’d been wanting to ask him one question all night and there wouldn’t be a better chance. He was happy, we were in a good place. We could take baby steps towards a future … couldn’t we?

“Yes.”

“You didn’t let me ask you the question!” I cried, flicking him with the hem of the dressing gown.

“You want to drag me into town and buy me breakfast? Yes. You want to make me breakfast in bed? Yes. You want to give up food and just make love until we die of starvation? Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Ethan picked me up and twirled me around as if I weighed less than a football before lightly slapping my naked ass that my Stormy Waters tee couldn’t cover.

“I want you to be my date at dinner.”

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