Page 32 of Gone for You

As soon as I get to her ankles, I tug off her pants and drop them on the floor. Chuckling at her squirming and impatience, I kiss a path back up, lift her left leg and drag my tongue behind her knee. She lets out a moan so loud I’m pretty sure my neighbors can hear her.

Goosebumps pebble her silky, soft skin. “So responsive,” I murmur, continuing on my course. I suck lightly on her inner thigh, kiss, lick all the way up until I get to the apex of her thighs. “Open for me, Liv.”

She instantly obeys, fingers digging into my scalp. It’s such a turn on the way her body reacts to me, the way we drive each other a little crazy with a simple touch or look. There’s not necessarily a long list of women in my past but I’ve been with enough to know that this, that Liv, is different. Everyone says you’ll know, like that’s supposed to make sense. Well, guess what. It does. It makes perfect damn sense becauseI know.

Lying between her legs, I pepper her with kisses and then I notice it – just barely.

“What’s this?” I tap her leg and she bends her knee so the bottom side of her butt cheek is exposed to me. I have to twist my head to get a better look at the string of roses that make me go from hard tohard. It’s in such a delicate place on her body, just below the bottom hem of her underwear in the fleshy part on the back of her upper thigh.

Just like I did with her stars, I kiss each rose, only this time I go extra slow, savoring the way her hands reach for my shoulders, pawing at me, whimpering my name over and over.

“Get up here. Get up here, now.”

She should know by now that I don’t do anything hurriedly. At least not when it comes to her.

“Patience. I’m on a treasure quest. Any others that you’re hiding from me?”

“Just two more.”

“Don’t tell me. I’m enjoying the hunt.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She gasps when I suck lightly, finger sliding under the hem of her underwear and coming in contact with her hot, wet center.

“Oh my gosh, Ethaaaannnnn.”

I rub the back of my finger softly against her then start pulling them off when she commands me to do so. No one can say I’m not accommodating.

“Pants. Off. You. Need. Hurry.”

I chuckle at the way she can’t form complete sentences. Just grabby hands and choppy breaths as she tries to rip my jeans off me.

Slow is a distant memory, replaced by nothing but enthusiasm and eagerness to get this show on the road.

Standing beside the bed, I tuck my thumbs into the side of my dark gray boxer briefs and pause. “Are you sure?” I ask. I need to hear her say it. If she’s questioning this at all, I’ll back off. I’ll hate it, but I will.

She’s nodding like a bobble head doll and moaning, “Yes. Holy effing hell yes. Mm hmm. Yes.”

I smirk but the tent in my boxers is proof of how much I want her, too. “I take it you’re sure?”

“I’m sure. Please, Ethan. I want this. Need it, too.”

“Well, who am I to deny you?”

I drop my boxers and she smiles, leans up on her elbows. “Hmm. Now I’m not so sure. I was really hoping you were lying and actually were pierced. Oh well. Maybe another time,” she says, reaching over the side of the bed like she’s going to grab her clothes.

“You’re a little shit, aren’t you?” I growl, pouncing on her.

She giggles, grabbing my face to bring it down to hers. “I can be,” she eventually admits, then stretches her neck and licks the seam of my lips. Lays her head back down, raises her hands above her and grips the slats in my headboard.

Now I’mreallyglad I built this bed a few months ago. Building furniture is a side hobby of mine that is so not important right now because I have the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life laid out before me.

“Liv, have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?”

She blushes, dips her chin and casts her eyes down just slightly. “You’re sweet but…”

“No. Don’t argue with that or feel self-conscious over me complimenting you with my truth. You. Are. Beautiful. I knew the second I laid eyes on you that I wanted to know everything about you but you need to know it wasn’t about this,” I promise, gesturing to my bed.

“I know, Ethan. I know. But have I told you how fucking sexy you are?”

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