Page 57 of Lovestrung

Penelope

The future looked bright, tempting us both with its promises,

but how long would it last?

Could it even last,

or would we burn up,

caught in the flames of our passion?

Would this be the end of the promise of us?

14

Fulfilling Old Dreams

“Come here,” he murmured, his eyes dark with delicious riddles I wanted to solve. I let out a pleased sigh at the look of him sitting propped back on his couch, legs spread wide and resting his head on his hand. My eyes travelled up the length of his big thighs, lingering on the bulge hiding behind his pants for a beat, before moving up his chest, his neck, his fucking sexy lips that parted at my perusal, until I stopped when my gaze landed on his. My heartbeat quickened when I noticed the blue I loved so much flashed with heat.

I bit my lip and pushed away from the tabletop, tilting my hips as I turned around to lean across it to grab my wine glass.

“Why?” I looked over my shoulder and grinned at him.

The searing gaze aimed on my ass made me tremble.

“If you won’t, I’ll have to come to you.”

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

He inhaled deeply and stood, moving toward me in slow, measured steps. To prevent myself from attacking him, I kept my back to him and took a sip of my wine, letting the sweet grapes wipe away the dryness in my throat. But my eyes didn’t waver from his – with each step that closed the distance between us, I felt like I was being hypnotized, falling under a strange, yet irresistible lure. When he stopped behind me, he released me from his locked gaze, taking in every inch of my body instead. I looked down, grinning at the way his cock strained against the zipper, and empowerment tore through me.

I was doing this to him. Me, the former best friend-slash-little sister was making Ethan Collins lust for her. He was breathtaking as he stood in front of me, hands fisted at his sides and his hard chest stretching the soft fabric of his T-shirt. His hair was mussed, falling into his eyes, and the day-old scruff on his chin made me salivate.

What would it feel like against my skin?

“You’re teasing me,” he murmured on a loud huff of air. “Tempting me. Tormenting me.”

“You love it,” I whispered.

Instead of answering me, he took another step closer and settled his hands on my hips. His palms were so wide, and for the hundredth time, I thrilled at his size next to my small frame. Instead of making our differences in height seem awkward, even clumsy, it made me feel safe and delicate. I loved that.

His fingers spanned my rib cage as he caressed me through the lacy top, lingering just underneath my breasts, teasing me just as much as he accused me of doing, and I suppressed a needy whimper. Instead, I spread my legs and tilted my ass, brushing his dick as I did. He hummed deep in his throat, and when his fingers moved further up, my nipples started to ache, anticipating his touch. I pined for his touch.

“What do you want me to do?” he sighed and leaned down. I arched my back as his mouth came down on the sensitive skin behind my ear. I shivered as he kissed and licked and nibbled down my neck in a slow pace, taking his sweet time. He nuzzled against me, rumbling with pleasure. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Talk to me.”

I reached behind me and swept my curls over my left shoulder, giving him more room.

“Touch me everywhere, Ethan,” I whispered, my breaths coming out in loud tufts. “Consume me. Take control over my body and my mind just like you promised you would.”

“So many possibilities,” he chuckled. “As you wish, darlin’. I’m all yours.”

My instincts told me that Ethan wanted to be in control in all things, and that included sex. I was more than willing to let him do that.

For now, anyway.

His hands moved up to my heavy breasts and I moaned when he finally gave me what I craved and started to tug at my nipples while his mouth kept busy on my neck. My body turned to liquid while it remained taut at the way his lips felt on my feverish skin.

“Too many clothes on.”