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Chapter 77

Tilda

I bounceon the springy mattress, the air rushing from my lungs.

“You’re fucking perfect. You know that, right?” Ethan growls as he stares down at me.

I blink up at him.

Perfect?

“Every fucking inch.” His eyes are feral as he trails his gaze down my body.

I squeeze my knees together.

I can feel my skirt against my thighs, but it’s ridden up. And I know I’m showing a lot of skin.

A lot of suddenly hot, feverish skin.

“Fuck.” Ethan reaches up and starts undoing the buttons of his flannel.

He… gods… he’s acting so… hungry. So… wild.

I work on my own flannel. But I only get halfway through before Ethan is shrugging his shirt off.

And my fingers stop working.

I lift my head off the mattress to get a better look at him.

Holy…

The bed is low, just a standard mattress on a basic wood frame, giving me a full-body view of him.

“Keep those eyes on me, Starlight.” He reaches for the front of his jeans. “Keep those perfect fucking eyes on me.”

He doesn’t need to tell me. Not twice. Not even once. Because a mountain lion tapping on the window wouldn’t be enough to drag my attention away from his absurdly fine body.

The tattoos cover his chest. And shoulders. And arms.

And…

I’ve never seen such defined muscles.

Not in real life.

How is this real life?

Ethan shoves his jeans down.

I lift my head higher.

My mouth opens.

I’ve felt it.

I’ve felt his cock through his jeans.

Felt it rubbing against my core.

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