Page 64 of Whisper of Surrender (Whisper Lake 2)

His hands itched to reach out and touch her now but he knew if he did they’d never make it past this entryway.

“You said that you were feeling dirty, I think it’s time we take care of that.” He pointed down the hallway. “Go.”

He saw Jess’s eyes flare with desire at his rough command but she didn’t move. He’d spent the past couple of weeks missing the frustrating woman standing in front of him and between that and the stunt she’d pulled tonight, his patience was at an all-time low.

“Now.” That time, his authoritative instruction worked.

Jess’s lips fell open and she gasped as a faint blush rushed up her cheeks. She did an about-face and headed down the hallway. As she walked, his eyes devoured the view from behind and his pants grew even tighter. His gaze traveled from the humming bird tattoo on her left shoulder down to the lotus flower on her lower back. It sat just above the gentle slope that curved into her world-class ass that was swaying seductively back and forth with each step she took.

The rhythm was mesmerizing and by the time they made it to the bathroom, he was even deeper under her spell. Neither one of them spoke as Jess reached into the shower to turn on the water. Ethan began undressing. By the time she’d settled on the temperature she wanted, he was totally naked.

Just as his eyes had scoured her body, Jess’s gaze drank all of him in.

“Damn,” she breathed, a hint of awe in her voice.

He loved the way that she looked at him with an intoxicating combination of lust, desire, and wonder. Or maybe he was just projecting how he looked at her.

She started to reach out and touch him but he caught her wrist. “If you do that this is going to be over in about ten seconds.”

“But think about how fun those ten seconds would be.” Jess wagged her brows and as much as he was tempted to let her go, he didn’t.

Instead, he tightened his hold on her wrist, spun her around, and guided her into the shower. During their time in Chicago he’d been gentle and loving, but tonight he wasn’t in a gentle and loving mood.

He directed them beneath the spray of water and wasted no time exposing her neck and biting it with just enough force to sting. The high-pitched gasp that she made shot straight to his dick, causing it to bob up and strain for attention.

He lifted her arms above her head and flattened her hands on the tile as he pressed his erection against the slickness of her backside.

He dipped his head and his lips brushed against her ear as he gritted out, “In Chicago, I made love to you. Tonight I want to fuck you. Hard. Fast. And rough.”

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Holy shit.

Jess squeezed her thighs together and almost came solely from Ethan’s bold declaration. She was overwhelmed from the erotic scene. From the water pouring down between their naked bodies, to Ethan’s fingers capturing her wrists above her head, to the feeling of his rock-hard arousal pinning her into place.

She’d had a pretty good idea when she’d sent that text that it would lead to sexy time. That was the reason she’d sent it in the first place. Well, that and she’d just plain missed him.

But she never would’ve imagined that things would’ve got this hot this fast. This was a side of Ethan that she’d never seen before. Well, there was that one time at Lanterns that she’d seen Ethan on the job, breaking up a drunken brawl. He’d disarmed a man with a baseball bat and held another down while he waited for backup.

The commanding authority that he’d shown that night had given her lots of material for her clit bank. But this, tonight, this was next-level. A romance novel come to life.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you hard, fast, and rough?” he growled against her ear.

She nodded her head and was barely able to speak but managed a strained, “Yes.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

A whimper escaped the back of her throat when she opened her mouth. “I want you to fuck me…hard…fast…rough.”

Ethan’s fingers dug into the plump flesh of her hip as he tilted her hips up and pushed into her in one smooth, hard thrust. He didn’t stop until he filled her completely. The hairs that surrounded his shaft brushed against her bare cheeks as he ground against her before he pulled out and plunged back into her.

She was right, Ethan didn’t need a hotel to make sex hot.

She closed her eyes and braced herself, her fingers gripping the slick surface of the tile walls as she went up on her tip toes so that he could get an even better angle and she could take more of him. His thickness stretched her body as he slammed into her. She cried out as a sensation that walked a fine line between pain and pleasure shocked her.

She felt Ethan’s hand press on her back as he shifted them to the side and he bent her over the bench seat that lined the back wall of her shower stall. Her hands flattened against the cold, wet surface as Ethan grasped both sides of her hips and began slowly thrusting into her with powerful strokes. She was no longer trying to stand up on her tiptoes. The new angle had him hitting a spot that had her seeing stars.

He kept a steady pace of measured strokes until her body started to quiver as her release built. The sound of their skin slapping together and the sensation of her hardened nipples brushing against the tiled seat as Ethan pounded into her all conspired to take her to an erotic peak.

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