I swallowed nervously.
“What’s the verdict, Doc?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he shifted his hand lower to touch my cheek, and it sucked the last of my doubts out of me, replacing them with fire and need.
“That you’re fucking irresistible,” he murmured.
Holy fucking shit.
Nothing in this world could’ve prepared me for that answer, and shock tore through me as he closed the distance between us and covered my mouth with his own.Oh my God. Oh my fucking God.I went with it, not wanting him to hesitate for a second because I was the fumbling idiot who had to process before kissing him back. There was nothingtoprocess, goddammit. He was clearly interested, and I could berate myself for thinking less of myself another time.
I deepened the kiss, to his obvious approval, and I reached out and fisted his T-shirt as he swept the tip of his tongue between my lips. I needed him closer. Much closer. Preferably on top of me.
Tasting him set me on fire, and he was an incredible kisser. Every movement was laced with seduction and barely contained urgency, and he unleashed some of it when I tried to pull him to me.
He kissed me harder and crawled over me, and he legit hauled me around to lie flat on the couch as if I weighed nothing. I mean, I was big, but he waslarge. Everywhere. And strong. So fucking strong. Sweet Jesus, he got settled between my thighs, and I was ready to keel over. Or bend over, actually.
He covered me with his body, and we made out hungrily. He wasn’t shy whatsoever, thank goodness. His hands wandered boldly. He grabbed at my hip, then slipped a hand under my shirt, settling along the curve of my side.
“Fuck,” I gasped. I exposed my neck as he kissed his way down my jaw, and he chose that moment to press his cock harder against me. I couldn’t help but whimper.
“We should stop.”
“Why?” That was the last thing I wanted. I slid my feet up along the backs of his calves to keep him in place.
“I don’t fucking know. Forget what I said.” He grabbed my jaw and kissed me forcefully before he returned his hand underneath my shirt, this time skimming higher up. I shivered violently and held his face in my hands, my head absolutely swimming in desire.
He made a rumbly sound of hunger when he cupped my breast over my bra.
It had to come off. And I didn’t wanna worry about his reaction to seeing me without clothes. I could feel the insecurities pushing closer to the surface, and I hated it. I refused to let them stop me.
His hands were turning me on beyond belief, just by touching me greedily. I had to focus on that. It wasn’t as if my clothes hid my size. He wanted me.
“Spend the night,” he whispered into a kiss. “In my bed.”
I sucked in a quick breath and nodded.
He gave me another deep kiss, then eased back and scrubbed a hand over his jaw. The lust in his eyes was so unmistakable that it made it easier for me to silence my doubts about myself. He wanted this, I repeated mentally. He wanted me. I turned him on.
He got off the couch, doing fuck-all to hide how hard he was in his sweats, and he extended a hand to me.
“I don’t wanna wait another minute,” he said.
I flushed and slipped my hand into his, and he tugged me up to my feet. Then we were walking into his bedroom, where a king-sized bed was waiting for us. Only the right-side nightstand lamp was lit, and it put me at ease to get out of the spotlights, literally.
He stepped behind me as I stopped in front of the bed, and he dropped an openmouthed kiss to my neck. At the same time, he eased his hands up my front, cupping my tits roughly, before his fingers went for the buttons of my shirt.
“I don’t fuck unprotected,” he murmured against my skin. “But I want to with you.”
Hnngh.
“You know I’m on birth control already, after your initial gazillion interview questions… And I’ve been tested since last time?—”
“Good.” He cut me off and finished unbuttoning my shirt. “You have nothing to worry about on my end either.”
I wasn’t sure that was true. He might only want something casual or—fuck it. I wasn’t gonna worry about it. Right now, I wanted to get fucked six ways to Sunday, and something told me Ethan could do that.
He stayed behind me while he dropped my shirt on the floor, and his hands never left my body.
