Page 41 of Gone for You

I heara knock on my door and feel a small bit of panic. I didn’t order food and sad as it may be, I don’t really have that many friends here in the city. Especially none who would be showing up unexpectedly at eleven at night.

My breath catches in my throat when I peek through the peep hole.

Twisting the deadbolt, I unlock the door, throw it open and I’m in Ethan’s arms, his head buried in my neck as I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He inhales deeply. “Fuck, you smell so good. I hope it’s okay I’m here,” he says, kissing the sensitive skin of my neck before looking me in the eye. “One month was too long to go without you.” How could he think it’s not okay? I hold him tight, cherishing the feel of his hard body pressed tightly against my softness.

I cradle his beautiful, sexy face in my trembling hands, feeling overwhelmed with how happy I am to see him. It’s only been a month but I missed him more than I want to admit. “Of course it’s okay.” So much more than okay.

He kicks the door shut behind him and urges me farther into my apartment. “I had to see you. Does that freak you out?”

Surprisingly, it doesn’t. His mouth crashes down on my lips, my lips opening for him and he wastes no time, his tongue pushing inside, twisting and tangling with mine. He tastes like mint and coffee and chocolate. I hear a thud and notice he’s dropped a duffle bag by our feet.

“I presume it’s okay for me to stay a few days.” The dimple! Gah I’ve missed it so much.

“Well, not in my room, no. What kind of lady do you take me for? I have a nice couch, though. I’ll even give you a blanket and pillow. I’m generous like that.”

“Little shit,” he murmurs. “Show me that room I’m not allowed to enter.”

“Yes, sir. Ooh. I kind of like that.”

“You would,” he teases, tossing me over his shoulder. I plant my hands on his lower back, and let my body dangle from his strong hold on me.

He’s sexier than I remembered. How that is possible, I don’t know. Because my memory of his sexiness runs quite deep.

“At the end of the hall.”

“So now I’m allowed to enter your beloved private sanctuary?”

“I suppose I’ll allow it.” Then I yelp when he spanks me.

We enter my bedroom and he lowers me onto the bed. How he can do it so slowly without falling forward is beyond me. I lay on the mattress beneath him, his knees on either side of me. He reaches up, pulls off his hoodie and t-shirt at the same time. My breath catches in my throat when his upper body is bared to me.

“What’s with all the clothes?” he asks, gesturing to me. I raise my arms and give him a look that says, ‘well, do something about it.’ And he does. He makes fast work tearing at my shirt, my pants, my fuzzy socks. I reach behind me and unhook my bra as he undoes the button of his jeans, stands quickly and shucks them off, stepping out of them before lowering himself over top of me. We wiggle out of our underwear and then he’s inside me.

Driving in deep, hard, fast. I try to keep up with his rhythm but end up lying there like a limp noodle. He grips my wrists, pressing me into the mattress. There’s nothing slow about our movements. The last month of getting to know each other enough foreplay that it takes me no time to start shuddering. I wrap my legs around his taught waist, squeezing and clinging to him, pulling him close.

He bends down, plants a sloppy kiss on my lips but it’s hard to connect with our jerky movements. I lift my head, lick at that piercing that’s such a turn on I can hardly handle it. He moans and I clench around him, making him say, “Holy shit. Liv, I’m close. Tell me you are, too.”

“I am,” I assure him. “I’m there,” I whisper because really, there’s nothing else to say. I’m already there, climbing high, seeing stars and gasping for breath, throwing my head back into the mattress, arching my back and closing my eyes.

“No. Eyes open, baby. Let me see.”

Prying one open then the other, the way he’s watching me makes me cry out his name. And then he’s filling me up, growling into my neck. He releases my wrists, trailing his hands along my forearms, causing goosebumps to pebble my skin. I let my fingertips trail up and down his back. We stay connected, catching our breath.

He raises his head, stares into my eyes before leaning down to kiss my lips and slowly pulls away. We both groan. “I’ll be right back,” he says.

We passed by my only bathroom on the way to my bedroom and it seems he paid attention. I listen as he opens and closes the door and reappears with a towel, handing it to me.

I clean myself up then head to the bathroom myself. I toss the towel onto the floor, I’ll put it in my dirty clothes hamper later.

When I walk back into my bedroom, I’m greeted by a sight I could get used to. Ethan’s lying in my bed, propped up on pillows with one arm bent behind his head, looking completely relaxed.

As soon as he sees me, he smiles wide. “Come here,” he commands and my feet move quickly. I jump onto the bed, curl up beside him and he covers us with my comforter. Kissing the top of my head, he murmurs, “That went a lot faster than I had intended.”

“It was perfect. If you would have taken your time, I think I would have had to take over.”

“Now I’m sorry I didn’t take my time.”

We both laugh and I wrap an arm around him, squeezing and holding him as his hand rubs up and down my back.

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