Page 16 of Champagne Nights

“Not really. My parents sold my childhood home about six years ago and moved to Long Island.”

“Your parents must be very proud of you.”

“They are.”

“So that’s all you’re going to say?” I asked.

“That’s all there is.”

I had this overwhelming desire to be close to him. If he were to ask me to have sex with him, I probably would. He was mysterious, and I found that to be a turn-on. Probably because I hadn’t had sex in centuries. Okay, not centuries, but it sure as hell felt like it. I needed to know what he looked like.

“How tall are you?” I asked.

“Six foot one,” he replied.

“What color is your hair?”

“Brown. And my eyes are green, just like yours.”

I followed his voice until I was sure I was standing before him. Reaching out, I took hold of his hand, placed his palm face up, and ran my hand across it. I heard the sound of the sharp inhale of his breath. Bringing my hands to his face, I ran my fingers along his jawline. It was strong and masculine with light stubble. Tracing the shape of his lips, I felt their softness over my fingers. My thumbs traced his straight, narrow nose and slid across his high cheekbones. When I moved up to his eyes, he closed them. They felt perfect. An image formed in my mind of how I saw him. Sexy, hot, desirable. I ran my fingers through his hair. It was short all the way around. My hands clasped his shoulders and ran down his arms. They were strong and muscular.

“You’re killing me, Aubrey,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry. It’s the only way I can visualize what you look like.”

I felt his hand on the side of my face, and I was ready and all too eager for his lips to touch mine, but instead, he pulled his hand away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I heard his footsteps as he walked away.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”

In a mere second, he grabbed me, and his tongue slid across my neck.

“I want you, Aubrey. I’m sorry, but I do.”

“I want you too.”

His tongue glided along my neck as his hands reached behind and unzipped my dress. Sliding the straps off my shoulders, he let it fall to the ground, picked me up, and carried me into the bedroom.

Ethan

I tried to control myself, but I couldn’t. There was more to her than I initially thought, and I would hurt her. I unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. Her breasts were round, perky, and beautiful, and her nipples were the perfect light pink color I knew they would be. Laying her down on the bed, my mouth devoured each breast, and my teeth clamped around her hardened peaks. Her hands roamed through my hair as my tongue slid down her toned stomach. I needed to be inside her. Standing up, I stripped out of my clothes, tore the wrapper between my teeth, and rolled the condom over my hard cock. Reaching down, I gripped the sides of her beautiful white lace panties and slid them down. My fingers roamed up her thigh and dipped inside her. She was filled with warmth, and my cock was screaming for attention. Her moans as my finger explored her heightened my excitement.

“Are you enjoying this?” I asked with a mere whisper.

“Yes,” she replied with bated breath.

I hovered over her, my finger still inside, and took her breast in my mouth. She gasped when my thumb pressed against her clit. Her head tilted back, and her moans reached their peak as her body tightened and she orgasmed. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the expression on her face.

She was ready for me, and I was ready for her. Positioning myself perfectly over her, I thrust inside. She was tight, and she felt so fucking good. A low rumble formed in my chest as I moved in and out of her.

“You’re so tight. My God, you feel so good.”

“Don’t stop, Ethan,” she panted as her nails dug into my back.

“I don’t intend to, sweetheart.”

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