Page 79 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
I arched an eyebrow. “Oh, really? That’s the solution to all your problems?”
The lightness seeped out of his posture until all that remained was a stripped-down version of the guy who’d sucked me into his orbit from the moment we met, even if I didn’t realize it was the first moment we’d met until several days later. “Really. I’m crazy about you, Gwen. I can’t stop thinking about you.” He took another step forward and brushed his knuckles across my cheek. “I miss you. So damn much.”
His touch not only caused tingles, but tingles upon tingles, so fast and so strong I didn’t know where they stopped or ended. “I miss you, too.”
A relieved half laugh, half sigh came from his lips. “If someone would’ve told me a month ago that you could fall in love with someone in a matter of days, I would’ve balked. But that’s exactly what happened. I’m in love with you, Guinevere Cosgrave…”
His thumb dragged over my jaw, my lower lip, his touch kicking up a storm that cycloned through my entire body. “I know it’s fast. Maybe even a little crazy. And I’m not asking for you to love me the way I love you yet. I’m asking you to give me a chance to see if someday you might love me.”
I wrapped my hand around his wrist, shutting my eyes and basking in the drag of his fingertips. In the way his cologne invaded my senses and reminded me of all the times we were this close. Closer. I opened my eyes and stared into his baby blues. Vulnerability shined in them, along with hope and the possibility of days, weeks, and months of laughing and cuddling and kissing and sharing, and eventually intertwining our lives together. “It’s too late for that,” I said.
His face dropped, and I realized that he’d taken that the totally wrong way. I tightened my grip on him. “Because I’m already in love with you, Ethan Haynes.”
He surged forward, cradling my head as his lips crashed into mine, my back bumping the counter at the impact. “Sorry,” he said, not taking his lips from mine but wrapping an arm around my waist and drawing me to him to prevent me from hitting the hard surface again. “It’s just… I’ve wanted you to say my name for so long.”
“Ethan,” I said again, and a beautiful grin spread across his face. Then his tongue was parting my lips, delving deeper, stroking me into a frenzy of love and desire and about a dozen other happy emotions. His hands slid down to cup my butt, and then he lifted me into his arms, fitting me against him in the most incredible way.
Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he started carrying me down the hall. “How do you know which bedroom is mine?”
“Hey, I once promised that if you still wanted me after I laid out the truth, I’d carry you to the nearest surface and have my way with you, so I’m not really picky.” He glanced through the open doorways to both, then veered right, into my room.
“How’d you kn—”
He tossed me onto the bed, and I let loose a squeak. Then he reached between his shoulder blades and peeled off his shirt, and nothing else mattered. For several seconds I just stared, unabashedly taking in the arms I’d commented on at the coffee shop, and how nicely they went with his firm pecs and his abs, and the obliques that stood out and led into the waistband of his jeans.
After flashing me a devastatingly handsome smile, he crawled over me. His lips moved with mine and dizziness set in as he kissed his way down my neck. “Way too many clothes,” he muttered, tugging at my shirt. He yanked it up and off my head, and then flicked the button of my jeans and stripped them off me. He started to lower himself onto me again, but I pushed him up and undid the button and zipper of his jeans.
He groaned as his erection sprung free of the tighter fabric, his boxer briefs doing little to hide his arousal. Never before had I wanted something inside of me so bad. I cupped him over the fabric, basking in the way his muscles flexed as another groan ripped free.
Before I could get my feel of touching him, he pushed me back onto the bed and pinned my body with his. I writhed against him, greedily arching my hips.
When his hardness met my center, I shuddered, deciding I was all for this position. The intoxicating friction sent my pulse racing and desire turned to overwhelming need. “Ethan.”
“I know, baby,” he said, giving me a rough kiss as he removed my bra. I continued rolling my hips, all of the days and days and then weeks of buildup leaving me impatient. My lower back came off the bed as he sucked one nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. He glided his hand lower and lower, slipping it into the waistband of my panties.
I gasped when his fingertips hit my clit, and he released a harsh swear.
“You’re so wet.”
“In my defense,” I said on a ragged breath. “Our foreplay lasted days, and I might’ve had a few dirty dreams about you over the past couple of weeks that left me even more frustrated.”
“One, you never have to apologize for being wet for me, and two, I promise I won’t leave you frustrated.” He stroked me, spreading my slickness, and when he withdrew his fingers, I couldn’t help noisily protesting. “Just getting this last scrap of fabric out of the way so I can see every inch of you when I make you come.”
“Okay, but hurry up about it.”
The cocky grin he gave me caused equal parts affection and impatience. “Just for that, I think I’m going to draw this out…” His fingers slowed to a painful crawl and I arched my hips, chasing his touch.
When that didn’t make him go any faster, I shoved my fingers into his hair and jerked his face to mine. Our mouths fused together in a frenzied, open mouth kiss, and then Ethan pressed harder and stroked faster, keeping time with our tongues. Frissons of electricity streaked through me, growing stronger and stronger until—I shattered apart, his name on my lips while I held tight to him, my anchor in the sea of bliss.
Ethan slowed the tempo of his fingers and his kiss, peering into my eyes as he brought me back down. He shifted to the side and grabbed a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. “You have no idea how scared I was that I’d never get to use this.” He smoothed my hair off my face and cupped my cheek. “I promise I’ll never screw up like that again. Or anything else that’d risk me losing you. I’ll even do it courtroom style, hand on the Bible.”
“Ethan, I love you, but I swear if you don’t domeright now, I’m going to… I don’t even know, because my brain is far too mushy to come up with a proper punishment, but it’s going to be bad.”
“While I’d kind of like to see what creative punishments you come up with, I don’t think I can wait another second.” He rolled on the condom, positioned himself between my thighs, and pushed inside of me. Relief and pleasure seared through me, along with the happiness that we’d finally made it to this amazing place together. And more, that this was only the beginning.
“I knew it’d be good, butholy shit,” he said, pumping his hips and circling us higher and higher. He repositioned me in a way that hit a place deep inside, and sparks danced across my vision. I loved the way he moved over me, how he could tell from the sounds I made how much I liked something. How free I was with him, in ways I’d never been before.
Sweat slickened our bodies, and another orgasm built deep inside of me. I lost the ability to breathe or to think or do anything but focus on the euphoric shockwaves coursing through my body.
“Let go, baby,” Ethan said, lacing his fingers with mine. “I’ll fall with you.” Maintaining the tempo of his thrusts, he dipped his head to my neck and sucked on the skin here, and that pushed me right over the edge.
“Ethan,” I cried, and he said my name in an awed yet gruff way that amplified the pleasure still having its way with my body. His eyes met mine and I watched as he let the last thread on his self-control snap.
There was something beautiful about it, that primal moment he gave himself over to his baser instincts. And just like he promised, we fell together, to the bed, deeper into love, and right into the next phase of our lives.
The one where we’d take on the world together.
