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I could never get enough of Luke.

Chapter22

Luke

There was nothing but Ethan.

Nothing mattered but the feel of his hair under my hands, his mouth against mine, his scent, his taste…

Ethan’s fingers tore at the front of my shirt, wrenching it open with a reckless disregard for the buttons. He tugged impatiently at a sleeve until I helped him pull the shirt off.

Then he was back kissing me, his warm hands sliding over my naked chest.

I pulled back with a growl and ripped off his shirt before claiming his mouth again.

Fuck. Ethan’s skin against my skin, his smooth chest rubbing against mine, his warmth combined with my warmth turning the planes where our bodies were rubbing together into a furnace. Our cocks were rigid against each other through our pants.

How many years had I fantasized about this? Craved this? Yet nothing had prepared me for how it would actually feel to have Ethan kissing me so desperately.

Shit. There was a chance I’d come just from kissing and grinding with him. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to give Ethan whatever he wanted.

Everything in my existence boiled down to this.

I wrenched my mouth away from his. “What do you want?” I demanded.

“I want you,” he gasped. “Fuck me.”

Air fled my lungs. I pulled back further so I could study his face. “You sure?”

Ethan’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded with want. “Yeah, you’re going to have to fuck me now or else I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.”

I couldn’t help leaning down to press a quick kiss to his collarbone, my heart pounding. “Pretty sure no one ever died of not being fucked.”

Ethan shifted his hips so he could grind his cock into mine. “You willing to risk me being the first?”

I managed to summon enough breath to answer him. “Nah, wouldn’t want to have to explain that to the coroner.”

He laughed and the sound made me crush my lips back onto his.

Fuck. Kissing Ethan. Exploring his mouth with my tongue, learning all the contours and tastes of him.

But Ethan quickly ran out of patience for lingering kisses. He wrenched his mouth away from mine and made short work of pulling off his pants and boxers.

Holy hell. I’d seen Ethan naked before, but nothing had prepared me for seeing him standing there with a hard cock, his beautiful green eyes hooded with lust. I just stood there, transfixed by the sight.

My inactivity seemed to frustrate him, because he reached for me, fumbling with my belt, tugging down my pants and boxers.

I stepped out of them, and his breath hitched as his gaze traveled the length of my body. His pupils were dilated when he raised his eyes to mine.

“Fuck, Luke.” His voice was almost a groan.

Then he stepped forward and crushed our bodies together. The sensation of our cocks rubbing against each other with nothing between them had emotion prickling my eyes.

Fuck, this wasEthan.

We stumbled back toward the bed, falling down together.

As we continued to kiss, I ran my hands along his warm skin, tracing his lean chest, the curve of his ribs, his narrow waist. My hands trailed over his ass.