Page 95 of Unless It's You
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. I can’t wait to talk to Reese.
We wander through the castle grounds and the historic old stone structures. We’re early so it’s quiet, the summer tourist crowds yet to arrive. I take in the historic cannonballs and tea sets and seriously old-looking wooden furniture in the Billeting Room, a stone room deep inside the castle.
“The outer walls are fourteen feet thick,” I read from a sign on the wall. “Guess this room was ready for battle, huh.”
Behind me, Ethan buries his head in my neck, pressing his lips against my skin and making me sigh.
“Christ, but I love you all to myself in a thick stone room.”
I laugh and turn to him. “We are not alone.”
But he looks pointedly around the room, then back down to me. “Aren’t we?”
“I’m sure there’s people here... somewhere.” But my stomach flutters at the hooded look in his eyes, and when he slides his hands down and grips my ass, I let him pull me up his body, slowly, until the only thing to do is wrap my legs around his waist.
“No one’s around, Hart.”
I shrug my jacket off and let it fall to the floor. “Ethan...” I should protest harder as he rakes his tongue down my neck and nuzzles my nipple through my shirt, causing it to immediately harden.
“You can’t scream my name in here. You’ll need to keep quiet. A whisper-scream, maybe.”
I choke out a laugh. Ethan backs me up until I’m against the stone wall, where he moves his pelvis against me in a way that makes the room fade away.
“Fuck, Ethan.”
“I said no screaming.” But he pauses and looks around.
“I wasn’t.” I shut my eyes and concentrate on the ache in between my legs.
“There.”
“Where?” I open my eyes as he backs away, letting my feet gently touch the floor before grabbing my hand. My knees are wobbly, but I let him pull me to the far corner of the room next to an old glass-encased bookshelf, beside which there’s a closed door that almost blends into the wall. He jiggles the doorknob, and it opens without much effort.
Ethan steps inside and turns to me. “Get your smoking-hot arse in here. And shut that door behind you.”
“My god, what? This is wildly inappropriate.” But I follow him into the tiny room. It’s got a small round window, ancient desk, wooden chair, and metal filing cabinet with papers stacked on top. I shut the door, and he yanks me against him again, fumbling with the button on my jeans and breathing into my mouth.
“Let’s make it quick, before whoever works in here finds us.”
“There’s no way we’re having sex in this little office.” But I unzip my jeans and wiggle them to my ankles, underwear tangled with them. Ethan runs his hands on my bare ass and groans.
“You don’t want to?” He nibbles my ear, making words difficult.
“We might as well, since you’ve already taken off half my clothing.”
“Better than a conference room at your office, right?”
“Yeah, but we didn’t... oh.” I must’ve missed himpushing his own jeans down, because now he’s rubbing his cock against my stomach. He reaches between my legs and slides his fingers over my entrance, wet with need for him. His hand feels electric against my clit, rubbing circles in my most sensitive part.
Ethan groans and backs up two steps to drop onto the office chair. I take a second to admire how gorgeous he looks waiting for me there, his need for me on full display. He reaches for my hips and yanks me to him. Last night we’d established that I’m on birth control and he hasn’t been with someone in six months and got all the testing, so we’re ditching condoms.
“Ride me, Stella.”
I obey, lowering myself onto Ethan, letting the length of him slide inside me, filling me, completing me. My breath ragged, I rock back and forth on his lap. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“Better hurry up and come, then.”
The pressure builds inside me, and I press my body down harder on him, desperate for the release that’s just about cresting. He thrusts up and I come in waves, with him following a few seconds later.
