Page 81 of Chaos has a Name
“Yes, Ma’am,” she said, right before Elizabeth hung up on her.
Then, she moved back toward Ethan. When she reached him, he pulled her toward him, and found her mouth again.
It was just like their younger years here.
Fire.
Heat.
Need.
There was no way she was saying no to that. Face it, she wasn’t insane.
This was familiar territory that she absolutely loved.
As he finished devouring her mouth, hungrily, he was getting her out of her clothing. The suit jacket was gone first, and then, he dropped her skirt to the floor. She was in heels, and thigh highs.
It made him even hungrier.
Now, this was how he liked to remember their time here. It wasn’t lost on him that some things never changed.
This was one of them.
When he felt his dress pants drop, he knew that they were going to make some memories, and in the process, cling to each other.
They were, after all, the core.
As they made love to each other by way of that kiss, Elizabeth’s bra hit the floor. It was the rough tearing of her panties that got her wet.
God.
This man could undo her.
Slowly, he broke the mating of mouths.
“Coming back isn’t all bad,” he whispered, staring into her icy-blue eyes. “We found us again.”
Yes, yes, they did.
Scooping her up, he put her on the couch, and found a way to nestle between her thighs. She was against the arm, and he was enjoying the view.
“EJ,” she whispered.
Oh, he was here for her.
It was rare that he her all to himself, so he took full advantage of it.
Blackhawk blew warm air across the nipple closest to him, and it pebbled into the perfect berry.
Fuck.
His dick reacted, going rock-hard at the sight too. Yeah, he missed moments like this.
Now, he desperately needed her.
Together, they’d navigate this, and find a way through it together. Whatever Wyler chose, they would survive either way, and find an opportunity to get stronger.
Better.
