Page 8 of Coupled (Alphas Forever 3)

Samantha

Ileave Ethan’s place that night completely stunned. First of all, I finally have the dance steps down. I honestly never thought I would learn them, but with Ethan’s patience and help, I think I finally have.

But I’m also stunned over the way that Ethan relaxed me. Those fingers of his felt so incredible on me. From the instant that he touched me, it was such an intense pleasure—and then he gave me that exquisite orgasm.

And it was just with his hands.

The idea of his mouth on me, or his cock inside of me, absolutely melts me. I know it can’t happen, though. As amazing as he was, I can’t let anything more happen between us. One time was fine, but more is dangerous. If we do it again, it’s just going to get messy, and end in heartbreak, because things like this always do. And why would I want to submit myself to that pain? No thank you.

I’ll just have to enjoy what happened, and leave it at that. After seeing him next week at the wedding, that will be the last I’ll ever see of Ethan. As sucky as that may be.

That night, when I get home, I have a great night of sleep. And the next day, I’m in a great mood. I get up early and go to the gym; I have a productive day at work; after work, I grab some takeout and have a relaxed evening at home.

It’s later that night when I get a text from Ethan: Want to practice again this week?

My chest squeezes. I do want to see him again. But I’ve already made up my mind that I can’t.

On the other hand…why not have one more night of fun? It’s just one more time, after all. I can handle one more time.

I text Ethan back. How about Tuesday?

Tuesday’s great, he texts back.

My whole body is already quivering with excitement.

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Tuesday evening can’t come fast enough.Work goes by so slow. I keep fantasizing about what’s going to happen at Ethan’s when I go over there again—to be honest, though, it’s hard to imagine anything in detail.

The thing is…I’m a virgin.

It’s not like I want to be. It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage or anything like that. But every time I’ve gotten close to sleeping with a guy...it’s just always felt wrong. So I’ve never gone through with the deed.

So I’m nervous about Ethan finding out. I don’t think he’ll laugh at me or anything, but still, I worry about it being a turnoff. I’m also worried, of course, that I’ll change my mind at the last minute like I always do. There I’ll be, so certain that I’m about to lose my virginity, only to get this awful feeling in my stomach and change my mind.

Who’s to say the same thing won’t happen with Ethan?

I guess there’s only one way to find out. And trust me—I’m ready to find out. By Tuesday afternoon, I’m so anxious for the evening that I’m constantly checking to see what time it is. The second that 5 p.m. arrives, I shut down my computer and rush out the door. I hurry home, take a quick shower, and then put on some sexy underwear and a push-up bra and head out the door.

I have a good feeling about tonight. But you never know.

Ethan opens his door seconds after I knock. His face lights up at the sight of me, and I feel my own face light up, too.

“It’s really good to see you,” he says.

“It’s good to see you, too,” I say.

He gives me a sexy smile. “You ready to practice some more?”

“Uh huh,” I say, stepping inside.

I’m barely inside when he shuts the door and locks it and pushes me up against the wall. “Good,” he growls, taking my face into his hands. “Let’s not waste any time, then.”

My body goes from warm to hot in seconds. He kisses me, sending sparks through my body.

“Do you want me to touch you again?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I whimper.

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