It felt like the only two people left on earth were us.
She broke the kiss first, but only barely. Our foreheads still touching. Her nose brushing mine. Her breath shaky.
My thumb stroked the line of her spine without thinking.
Her fingers slid into my hair again.
Then she whispered my name.
Soft.
Like a secret.
“Ethan…”
My chest tightened.
“Yeah?” I breathed.
Her eyes searched mine, something vulnerable and electric and reckless all at once.
And then, barely louder than the leaves?—
“Take me home.”
Like there was no other ending to this night.
My heart slammed so hard it hurt.
I nodded once, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
“Yeah,” I said quietly.
The drive back to my condo was a slow burn. Streetlights streaked across the windshield in gold ribbons, but I barely saw them. Her hand rested on my thigh—light at first, then heavier, fingers tracing idle circles that felt anything but idle. Every circle sent heat straight to my cock. I kept my eyes on the road, jaw tight, one hand on the wheel, the other covering hers, pressing it higher just to feel her smile against my shoulder when she realized what she was doing to me.
The elevator ride was torture. We stood side by side, not touching, the air between us crackling like a live wire. I could smell her—coconut lotion warmed by her skin, honey-sweet from the wine on her breath, something darker and needier underneath. She glanced up at me, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded. I didn’t smile. I just looked at her like I was already inside her. Her breath hitched. Good.
The door to my condo clicked shut behind us, and the city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting her in silver and shadow. I didn’t bother with the lights. I turned, backed her slowly against the wall, and finally let myself touch her the way I’d been starving to all night.
My mouth found hers—harder this time, no more careful restraint. She opened for me instantly, soft and eager, tasting exactly like coconut and honey and the kind of sin that ruins a man for anything else. I groaned into her mouth, hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against me so she could feel how fucking hard she’d made me. She whimpered, nailsscraping up my back under my shirt, and the sting of it shot straight to my dick.
I broke the kiss only to drag my lips down her throat, tasting salt and summer on her skin. She arched into me, breasts pressing against my chest, nipples already peaked and straining through the thin fabric of her dress. I palmed one, thumb circling the hard bud, and she gasped my name like a prayer.
“Ethan…”
Fuck, the way she said it—breathless, desperate—made me feel ten feet tall and reckless as hell.
I pulled back just enough to peel her dress over her head in one slow motion, letting it pool on the floor. No bra. Just smooth skin and those perfect breasts, nipples tight and begging. I didn’t ask. I just lowered my mouth and took one into it—hot, wet suction, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her cry out. She tasted like warm honey here too, skin sweet and addictive. Her fingers twisted in my hair, holding me there, hips rolling against mine like she couldn’t help herself.
I moved to the other breast, giving it the same worship, while my hands worked her panties down her thighs. They were soaked—Christ—and when they hit the floor I dropped to my knees without thinking. She was bare, waxed smooth, folds already swollen and glistening for me. Warm. Tempting. Fucking perfect.
I looked up at her, met her eyes, and let her see the cocky grin I couldn’t hold back. “Been thinking about this all night,” I murmured, voice rough. “How you’d taste. How you’d feel.”
She shivered, thighs parting just enough to invite me in.
I didn’t make her wait. One long, slow lick from entrance to clit, and her knees buckled. She tasted like heaven—sweet, salty, pure want. I spread her with my thumbs, opening those warm, slick folds, and devoured her like I’d been starving for years. Tongue circling, dipping inside, sucking gently on her clit untilher thighs trembled and her nails dug hard into my shoulders. She was close already—so responsive it made my chest ache with smug pride.
But I wasn’t letting her come yet. Not until I was buried deep inside her.
