Now or never. Otherwise I’d live with this regret my entire life.
My throat constricted as I tried to keep from crying. “I lied.” I looked him right in the eyes. “I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love you. I lied to keep you safe because Bryce is the one that hit you with his car and he’s been taunting me to break up with you ever since.”
There I said it. The words rushed out of me and then the silent tears fell from my eyes in thin rivulets and down my cheeks.
“What thefuckis going on?” Blondie asked Ethan.
He was staring at me with an unreadable gaze, chest rising and falling. Finally he turned to the girl. “I think you should go home. We’re done.”
Her eyebrows hit her hairline and hope bloomed in my chest.
“Excuse me?”
Ethan stepped back, opening the door wider. “Leave,” he commanded, and I tried to wipe the grin off my face, with no success. She disappeared for a second and then returned with her purse and keys.
“Asshole!” she called out behind her as she blasted past me.
Without a word, Ethan stepped back and I walked in to the small front office of his shop. When he closed the door behind me, he locked it and then stood before me. His gaze was now molten, glowing. “Say it again.”
I nodded. He needed all the facts, the entire story. “So Bryce drives a white car and when you came out of anesthesia you said a white car. Then when I called him—”
He put a finger to my lips, sending chills down my spine. “No. I’ll deal with that later. Say the other part again.”
A grin pulled at my lips. “Ethan King … I’m fucking in love with you. Deeply. Hopelessly in love with you-” This time he cut my words off with a kiss. Stepping forward, his entire body pressed against mine as his lips crashed into me. There was a hunger in his kiss that I matched. I wanted him so badly I whimpered. I never thought I’d have this with him again, and joy spread throughout my limbs, but it quickly turned to a throbbing desire. Pushing me backward, he pressed me up against the wall, pushing his hardness into me.
Fuck me.
My belly droppedas heat pulsed between my legs, making me slick. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to go further in and glide with mine. Reaching out, I pulled his shirt over his head, hating the two seconds where he had to stop kissing me.
My dress was a full snap front and Ethan made every use of that feature now. In one swift pull, he ripped the front of my tight red dress open, freeing my breasts. I was braless, and when his head scooped down to take my nipple in his mouth, I started to fumble with his belt. We both shared an urgent need to consume each other, to make our love known in physical ways.
“I need you. Now,” I panted as his hand slipped into my underwear and started to massage my most delicate spot.
He pulled back to look at me with a steely gaze. “Now?” He slipped one finger and plunged it inside of me. “Here?” He leaned forward and trailed his tongue along my left nipple.
Jesus fuck. “Yes!” I shouted, letting my dress fall to the floor so that I was only standing there in a black lace thong and knee-high boots. My Santa hat had fallen off somewhere near the door.
Ethan backed away from me, never letting his eyes go from my body, and pulled his pants and boxers off. Stepping forward, I reached out and grabbed his hardness, relishing the moan that left his throat. Stroking him, I watched him as he fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a condom.
It wasn’t a ski cabin in the snow, there was no champagne, and I might qualify as a hooker if I kept these boots on, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of Ethan and I wanted him now. He rolled on the condom as I stepped out of my panties, then he reached around with two firm hands on my ass and lifted me up. When he lowered me on top of him and slowly plunged inside of me, I cried out and rocked my hips into him, deepening our movements. Deep pleasure burst inside of me as he walked with me riding him in the air, setting me on top of the glass counter he used to check out customers.
I was fucking the love of my life on a counter in a motorcycle shop while wearing knee high boots … and I didn’t care. It was perfect; pure passion. As his hips rocked into mine, a pleasurable tingle started to spread throughout my legs and I threaded my fingers through his hair. Dipping his head down, he took my nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over the bud.
Holy fuck, that felt good.
With the counter supporting my weight, and my legs draped up over his shoulders, Ethan dipped his free hand between us and started to work on me with his thumb.
“Jesus Christ!” I screamed as an orgasm came out of nowhere and took me in her clutches. Electric tingles shot up my spine as I arched my back and threw my head forward, biting down on his shoulder lightly. Ethan rocked with me, using my motions to pleasure himself as I became slicker and slicker.
He finally cried out, moaning, and then all of his muscles tightened as I spun my hips in a circular motion to please him. By the time we’d stopped, we were both glossy with sweat, panting and grinning at each other like fools.
“Did we just fuck on your check-out counter?” I asked.
He smirked. “Are you still wearing your boots?” He looked at my naked form draped across his counter, booted feet dangling off.
We both laughed, and he reached his arms around me, picking me up and depositing me on the floor, where I could stand on my own two feet.
I just stood there, naked, panting, exposed.
