He growled low in his throat, pushing his head into the nook of her shoulder.
She continued to kiss him. Gentle whispers of kisses across his neck and shoulder while she stroked him. Tormented him. Pushed him closer to that ledge.
Fuck, this woman owned him, body and soul.
One more stroke and he couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted her, her loud gasp echoing off the tiles.
Quickly, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel on the way and draping it on the bed.
When he laid her atop the towel, his heart thumped painfully against his rib cage. Her skin glistened with drops of water. And her eyes—they were wide and trusting and stared at him like he wasit. He was her whole world.
He reached into the bedside table and grabbed a condom, then quickly rolled it over his cock before returning to her. Hepressed soft kisses across her ankle. Then her calf. When he reached the inside of her thigh, her breathing audibly shifted.
He separated her thighs and tasted her, sliding his tongue over her clit.
She screamed, her back arching off the bed. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, anchoring her to the spot. Another taste, another slide of his tongue over her core. She shuddered violently, the tremors rolling through his body, too.
This time, he wrapped his lips around her and sucked. She whimpered and groaned. He didn’t stop. He wanted her as desperate as she madehim. To want him, need him, like he needed her—with a hunger that bordered on ruin.
He knew the second she was on that edge. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her gasps so short she couldn’t be getting a full breath of air.
Finally, he lifted his head and kissed her hip bone. Then her belly. One suck of her nipple before he found her lips again, knowing that she was tasting herself on his tongue.
Her thighs curved around his hips, and his tip touched her entrance. It made him so hard he hurt. A physical pain he wasn’t sure he’d recover from.
She gave a small tug, inching him slightly inside her. He did the rest, sliding all the way in.
Air stuttered from her chest, and he felt it too. This was everything that had been missing the last eleven years.Shewas everything that had been missing.
“This is it now,” he whispered. “You and me.”
“You and me,” she repeated.
He kissed her again and began to move. To lift his hips and thrust back inside in even succession. She was tight and warm and felt like home.
He kissed down her cheek, finding a spot on her neck behind her ear and sucking. She gripped the back of his head, like she was scared he’d leave her.
He wouldn’t. He wasn’t going anywhere.
His thrusts grew deeper, faster.
He reached for her breast, rolling the nipple back and forth with his thumb.
Then he heard it. The sweet scream that cut through the room as her core pulsed against his cock. And he fell with her, digging his head into her neck as he lost it all and gave it to her.
18
Warmth at Maggie’s back tried to tug her back to sleep. But there was a soft breath whispering against her neck. It made her skin feel tingly and sensitive.
She scrunched her eyes, feeling something else. The soft graze of fingertips against her left hip, like someone was tracing a circle against her skin.
She blinked once. Twice.
The room came into view. Not her room. There were too many dark tones—wood and navy.
She was in Ethan’s room. And Ethan was at her back.
The previous night hit her in one fell swoop, simultaneously making her breathless and heavy. Heavy because of the forest. The water. The missing woman. But breathless because of everything that had come after. Because ofEthan.
