Page 65 of Out of Bounds
His large hand captures my cheek, and he pulls away leaving my lips burning and yearning for more.
“Come home with me,” he says stunning me.
“Home?” My voice breaks.
“Home. We’re not done yet, so come home with me. Do you want to?”
For the love of God and all things holy Bree, do not say no.
But why am I digging this hole I’m in bigger for myself? Don’t I know he’s going to hurt me, because that’s what he always does?
Just once though I’d love to do something and not worry.
I’d love to be sober and indulge on him the way we were the other night.
“Yes,” I breathe out and when he reaches out his hand for me to take, I take it.
* * *
We raceacross town in his Ferrari, speeding way past the limit.
I’ve never been to Ethan’s house before. When we pull up on his drive and I’m presented with a contemporary two-story beachfront home that looks like something that’s been pulled from a magazine my eyes turn to saucers.
It’s stunning in the moonlight so I can just imagine what it must look like in the daylight. I never expected him to live somewhere like this but then as I’m fast discovering there’s more him than I expected.
Before my heels touch the paved driveway, he rushes around to me and picks me up. Then as he reclaims my lips I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me into his house.
I’ve never done anything as wild and hot as this before and when he touches me, oh my God, do I feel like I just want to explode.
We proceed up a set of stairs. They’re wide and the rails are polished. That’s all I’m aware off regarding our surroundings.
Automatic lights pop on one at a time as we go up. Then he carries me into a room where the lights do the same.
He sets me down on soft carpet my heels sink into and he cups my face.
“Take your clothes off for me,” he mutters, the huskiness in his deep baritone whispering over my skin. “Take them off slowly, I want to remember you just like this.”
“Me?” I gaze at him, wanting him to mean that so badly my heart aches.
He nods to my relief, and I realize in that moment I got so good at suppressing any emotion I had for him I forgot I felt anything.
A current of pleasure runs over my body when he traces his finger down the side of my neck.
“Do it for me Bree, do it.” His voice switches the heat back on like a light and sucks me right back into the sweet, alluring sexual haze surrounding us.
He steps back to watch me strip for him and when I take note of the way he’s watching me, with that desire, suddenly the knots in my stomach loosen up.
I start with the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down.
Once that’s done, my dress floats down my body and pools at my feet. I step out of my heels, and run my fingers back up to the deep valley between my breasts to undo the butterfly clasp holding my strapless bra together.
When I take it off, everything will go back to what it was in Vegas and we’ll become those people again.
I liked that Bree. I had no restrictions and all I could think of is Ethan touching me and me touching him.
With those thoughts in mind, I undo the clasp and my breasts fall free, bouncing invitingly toward him, my nipples already tight with arousal.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
