A minute later, she was naked.
Another minute after that, so was he.
Two minutes after that, they were bare and breathless against the wall and he was inside her.
“Oh my God. Ethan. Ethan,” she groaned. She missed this.
She missed him. Missed his scent and his taste and his full fucking cock. Missed his humor and grace and kindness and roughness. She missed nearly everything about him. She couldn’t help it…
She loved him.
Her head fell back against the wall, her legs wrapping around his lean waist. Her fingers fisted in his hair and she forced those talented lips to her nipple.
He teased her even there, licking, sucking, and nipping her sensitive flesh with his teeth before kissing up her cleavage and chest to her neck.
He was thrusting harder now, needing the release as quickly as she did. “Come on, my Anda. Come.”
My Anda. The words ignited her, and she let out a soft, throaty scream as she convulsed around him.
“Yeeesssss.” He drove into her again and again and again. “Yes! Goddamn it, yes!” He thrust once more, groaning against her neck as he came.
She held him there, his head curled against her neck, his cock buried inside her, her limbs wrapped around him and holding him tight.
She wished she didn’t need to let go. Yet, she’d have to. She’d always have to let go of him.
On that thought, his phone rang.
He shook his head but didn’t move.
It rang again and his arms tightened around her.
She didn’t want him to move any more than he clearly didn’t, but she recognized that ringtone. “It sounds like your family’s calling.”
His voice was rough, and her skin shivered in response. “I know.”
The phone rang a third time, then went silent.
He gently eased her legs down, then slowly pulled out of her, the remains of what they’d just done dripping down her leg.
His fingers drifted to her thigh, swirling it into her skin, his cock clearly enjoying the sight of it. “I’m sorry I forgot the condom. I had it, I just—”
She put her fingers on his lips. “I understand. I forgot about it, too, as soon as I opened the door and saw you. I’m clean, and you already know I’m on birth control.”
She already knew that he was clean, too. Everyone in the Navy got routinely tested before they took a new assignment and Ethan would have had his physical just a few months ago after they’d last left each other.
His eyes locked with hers as he asked his next question. “I haven’t been with anyone, not since we started…what we started. You?”
One word, one question yet it felt overwhelming, like she’d been asked a thousand questions at once.
She hadn’t been with anyone, but in her line of work—both as an agent and an actress—she often had to fake relationships, and in the past that had even meant sleeping with the enemy.
Since Ethan, however? That answer came easily and quickly to her lips.
She touched his cheek, and he tilted his head into it. “There’s been no one since you, not since that first moment you caught me sneaking around in your files.”
The side of his mouth tipped up into a satisfied grin, while his fingers moved from her thigh to her core, dipping in and dueling with her lips below. “So, does that mean you wouldn’t mind us skipping the condoms altogether?”
Technically, they had been together for about nine months at this point, even though they hadn’t seen each other consistently in those nine months. Besides that, it felt right. She loved the way he felt inside her, loved the rush as he filled her, loved…
