“Jealousy isn’t a bad thing, Lilith. It just makes things…spicy. Trust me to manage my own emotions, beautiful.” He kissed my jaw, then nipped my earlobe between his teeth. “But if he hurts you, all bets are off. I’ll fucking kill him.”
Holy crap. Why was that dark edge to his threat so hot? Maybe because it wasn’t a threat—it was a promise. The kind that made me go all fluttery and warm inside.
I’d all but forgotten about the storm during this somewhat awkward but necessary discussion, but as the loudest boom so far rocked the room, I was catapulted right back into my distress, a whimpering scream wheezing out of me.
Ethan wrapped his arms around me and yanked me into his chest as his lips crashed against mine. It felt like the storm infiltrated his room and erupted between us, energy crackling as I moaned into his mouth. This time, Ethan didn’t ease up on the kiss, his tongue swiping against my lips, demanding entry. Apparently, he was making good on that intention to consume my focus 100 percent. There was no room between us now for thoughts of any other man, that was for sure.
As soon as I opened my mouth, he devoured me as if he’d been desperately waiting for a chance to taste me again. “Fuck, Eve,” he groaned, gentling a fraction as his hands traced down my spine. “Kissing you is destructive perfection.”
I understood exactly what he meant. We shouldn’t be doing this, and it was my fault for coming into his room in the first place, but of any of the men in Bluebell House, he was my safe harbor in the storm. A literal storm in this case.
Using both hands, Ethan cupped my face and tilted my head back for better access. His kisses were slow and drugging, until my body throbbed so intensely that it actually hurt. “Ethan, please,” I mumbled, half-delirious from the sensation of his hands and mouth on me.
“What do you want, baby?” he rumbled. “You need to tell me exactly. Nothing is going to happen until I hear the words from your pretty mouth.”
Oh God. He was giving me a chance to back out if this wasn’t what I wanted. He was my professor, and I was the student, but tonight, I held the power.
“I need you to touch me,” I said, no hesitation. This was going to happen, and I wanted it to be tonight, when I needed him the most. “Touch me wherever you want, Professor Sullivan. I’m already wet, and I need your mouth on my cunt and your cock inside me. I need you to make me come over and over until I can’t breathe. Until there’s no fear. Please.Please.”
I wasn’t beyond begging—in fact, I was ready to get on my knees for Ethan if that was what he wanted.
A guttural, desperate sound erupted from his chest, and he flipped me over to my back so fast that I was dizzy from the sensation. “I’ve been dying to taste you,” he murmured, his touch slow and firm as he traced over my breasts. “I’m going to take my time with you, Evelyn Lewis. I’m going to enjoy every fucking moment of this.”
In one swift movement, he yanked my shirt up and over my tits, his mouth on my nipples, moving between them as he sucked the throbbing ends between his teeth. When he bit down, I cried out, and he slammed his big hand over my mouth to choke out the sound.
“Quiet, baby,” he murmured against my skin. “If you bring the other guys, the fun stops.”
His teeth pressed down harder, and I had to bite my lip so hard I tasted blood to halt from crying out. He slid his palm off my mouth, pressing it down to my stomach, as he kissed his way down my stomach, tasting every inch of my skin he could reach.
“Oh my god,” I gasped as he hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my panties and tugged them down my legs, baring meentirely. If there was even a touch more light in the room, I might have been embarrassed—not to mention he’d glimpse the bullet scars on my back, which I’d rather not dwell on during sex—but in the semi-darkness, I eagerly spread my legs wide.
Ethan’s breath fanned across my core as he kissed my inner thighs, his rough stubble tickling my flesh. I squirmed in need, and he responded by kissing me right where I needed him.
“Ethan,” I moaned, no longer giving a flying fuck who heard us. In return, his tongue flicked my clit, and his finger slid inside my aching pussy. I was already so hot, so wet… “More,” I pleaded, bucking my hips against his face. “I need?—”
He added another finger, curling them to tease my inner walls and my pleas evaporated into a sultry whimper. One thing was for sure: Ethan Sullivan knew how to eat pussy. My responsiveness only spurred him on, making him double down on his efforts with one hand pinning my thigh so hard I knew he’d leave bruises. Knew it and loved it.
I cameloudlybut by some small miracle the storm had ramped up and a thunder crack perfectly masked my cries of ecstasy. Ethan cleaned me up with his tongue like some kind of big cat, then prowled back up my body with smug satisfaction radiating from his every pore. A flash of lightning lit up the room briefly, betraying his pleased grin.
“Had enough, little Lilith?” he purred, cupping my breasts and tweaking my already hypersensitive nipples.
Moaning, gasping, boneless…I shook my head. “Not even close,Professor.”
Summoning what little strength I had left in my shaking legs, I flipped our positions and settled my weight across Ethan’s hips. He’d been sleeping in just his boxers, which I clumsily stripped him out of without losing my dominant position.
Ethan, bless his socks, let me manhandle him with a dazed sort of smile flashing at me with the lightning strikes.
“You’re so freaking sexy,” I marveled, running my hands over his well-toned chest. A dark shadow covered one side of his ribs, curling up over his shoulder and bicep. “Is this ink?”
He hummed, hands on my hips as his hardness ground against my soaking core. “Yeah. Want me to turn on the light, so you can take a better look?” He was teasing, but I was tempted. If I didn’t have more urgent plans I probably would have accepted.
“Maybe later,” I murmured, reaching down to grasp his erection. He was solid, girthy, the kind of handful that was going to hurt in the morning…in the best kind of way. Unable to wait any longer, I rose up on my knees just enough to notch him at my entrance. Just the tip stretched me and my eyes widened with anticipation.
Sucking a breath, I lowered myself in a smooth, aching motion right as Ethan hissed my name.
“Wait,” he groaned, grasping my hips tight as our pelvises lined up, his entire thick length buried between my folds. “Shit. Eve…condom…”
Ah. Crap. That would definitely have been the responsible thing…and yet, there was something so intimate and raw about having his flesh against mine. “I’ve got an IUD,” I whispered, already breathless and trembling with need.
