Page 109 of Ethan & Grace

The moment the lift door slid shut behind us, Ethan’s lips were on my mouth again, his hands roaming all over my body. Then they gripped me firmly at the waist.

“I need you,” I murmured, breathless.

Ethan kissed me hard. “I need you too.”

The lift announced its arrival at the private floor with a soft chime. It was completely quiet up here. No one was around, which meant we didn’t have to hold back. We practically stumbled to Ethan’s penthouse flat, neither of us wanting to let go of the other. At the door, we had to pause for a moment for Ethan to let us in. As soon as the door closed behind us, we were tangled up in each other again. I tossed my handbag aside carelessly while Ethan shrugged off his coat. He grabbed my jacket and tore it from my shoulders.

Pressing his mouth against my skin, he kissed his way along my collarbone and up my throat until he reached my lips. I let out a low moan and wrapped my arms around his neck, and then we were lost in another deep kiss.

“Bedroom?”

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

He didn’t switch on the lights, manoeuvring me through the dark into his bedroom. I only realised we were by the bed when I bumped into the mattress.

“Turn around,” he murmured into my ear.

I obeyed.

He swept my hair forward over my shoulders, his fingers skimming my skin, feather-light. I shivered, half out of desire, half in anticipation of what was about to happen. Slowly, Ethan unzipped my dress, baring my back. His warm breath brushed the back of my neck. With his lips, he traced kisses down my spine as he eased the dress from my body, inch by inch, until it slipped to the ground with a soft rustle. His mouth brushed over my backside, first the left cheek, then the right, before giving me a gentle nip.

I squealed, and with a laugh, he licked the spot he’d just bitten. Next, he undid the straps on my heels. I stepped out of them and turned back to face him. A smile played on his lips, and he ordered his smart-home system to switch on some soft lighting. A few lamps glowed to life, casting soft shadows on our bodies. Ethan’s expression darkened with desire, and I saw the quick flicker of his eager tongue between his lips. He was still fully dressed, while I wore only white lace underwear. I hadn’t dared wear a bra under the dress, knowing it would show.

“Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” Ethan asked, his voice low.

I caught hold of his lapel. “No. Tell me.”

He gave me a sly smile. “How about I show you instead?”

“That’s an even better idea,” I replied, and after taking off his jacket, I started unbuttoning his shirt. Button by button, I uncovered his torso, lifting my hand to trace the contours of his muscles with my fingertip. The sight of him sent a deep aching pulse between my legs. His stomach tightened the closer I got to the waistband of his trousers, which concealed a very obvious bulge.

There was something dark and alluring in Ethan’s gaze when our eyes met. Without looking away, I unfastened his belt. But before I could pull his trousers down, he grabbed me and kissed me with such force that my knees buckled—and I found myself lying on the bed with Ethan on top of me. There was no better feeling in the world. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him closer, but he resisted. Slipping easily out of my hold, he kissed his way down my body to my breasts.

He closed his lips around one nipple, teasing it with his tongue while his fingers slid further down my stomach before slipping between my legs.

I gave a strangled gasp as his fingers pressed against the fabric of my underwear. Impatiently, my hips pushed against his hand. Thankfully, Ethan didn’t seem to be in the mood to torture me today. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slid it off.

He moved to kneel while I lay completely naked before him. His gaze wandered over my body appreciatively, gliding from my breasts down to my stomach. My heart was racing, my blood simmering with desire. Being with Ethan was always intoxicating, always sensual, always breathtaking—but in this moment, it felt even more intense.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice rough.

I opened myself up to him, and his eyes settled between my thighs. I was wet and throbbing for him. He devoured me—though, unfortunately, only with his gaze.

“Ethan?”

He looked up at me.

“We’re not in a museum. You’re allowed to touch. Unless you want me to take matters into my own hands again?”

“Don’t you dare. You’re mine.”

He’d said the very same thing weeks ago in the pool, when I’d made the same empty threat. Back then, his words had seemed insignificant, said in the heat of the moment, but tonight I knew they were true. I belonged to Ethan. And he belonged to me. Because we belonged together.

“Prove it,” I challenged him, just as I had that first night.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He remembered. And just as he had back then, he proved it. He lowered himself between my legs and put me out of my misery with a deep kiss that I felt rush through my entire body. I gave a throaty moan as he breathed a sigh of satisfaction against me. His tongue circled my clitoris before sliding into me.

“Oh God,” I gasped, but instead of falling back and simply savouring the sensation, I propped myself up onto my elbows so I could watch him. His voyeuristic tendencies seemed to have rubbed off on me. I understood it now. The sight of him alone was almost enough to make me come. Lying between my thighs, he looked like sin incarnate. The dim light cast a glow over his face and his blue eyes, which were fixed on me as he licked me.