Page 72 of Unfolding Kiara

I unlocked the door and before I could step out, Ethan leaned in and closed the door, locking it.

“What are you doing?”

Ethan stared down at me, his blue-green eyes piercing, “I should be the one asking you that. Why are you hiding in a bathroom?”

My cheeks flushed, “I am not hiding.”

He pulled me closer, cupping my cheek and making me look him in the eye. “Tell me the truth. What’s going on in your head?”

My bottom lip wedged between my teeth, my eyes dancing across the exposed skin of his golden chest. “I was thinking about how I would look when I get pregnant.”

Even when I said it out loud, a small smile tugged my lips, and I watched Ethan’s electric eyes sparkle. His hands caressed my skin, trailing down to squeeze my ass. “I am sure you’d look beautiful with a baby bump.” His voice was rough, his hips pressing against my stomach.

A small gasp escaped my lips when I felt his hardened length. He leaned down and emitted a low groan that made my toes curl in my sandals. “Fuck, Kiara, you’ve no idea how much that turned me on. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my baby.”

My breath froze at his words.My baby. But before I could say anything, Ethan’s lips pressed against mine. He lifted me on the marble counter, pressing me against the mirror as he devoured my lips. His lips were soft against mine, our heady passion fighting with each other, my fingers threading in his hair and pulling him closer. With heart pounding in my ears, I cupped his cheeks and leaned back to look at him.

His diamond-like eyes were clouded with lust, but the way they crinkled with a small smile on his lips, I knew Ethan wanted more. More from me. I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sudden realization. I couldn’t fall for him. I would ruin both of us if I did.

So, instead of pushing him away, I licked my lips and said, “Let’s get out of here.”

The way his handsome face lit up, I knew I was too late.

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We said our goodbyes, and I ignored the sly smirk on Anya and Katherine’s lips when Ethan held my hand and dragged me to his car.

The ride back to his house was heavy with anticipation and raw, carnal hunger for each other. I craved his touch, and I wanted to mark mine on his body. It was heady, and I had never felt like this before with anyone except him. I knew I would never feel like this with anyone else. He had ruined me for others. The thought made me shiver as I pressed my legs together.

We needed no words entering the house. Our lips and bodies did the talking. Tracing unspoken words on each other’s skin with tongue, teeth, and rough hands. Fingers gripping, shredding, taking. For tonight, I was his, and he was mine. To please, worship and ruin.

“Ah!” I cried out when Ethan pushed me on the wall, kneeling between my legs and throwing them over his shoulder.

His fingers were gentle and exploratory despite how rough his actions were. My hands gathered his hair when his middle finger slowly rubbed me through my wet underwear. He groaned, kissing dirty lines on my thighs as he kissed his way upward.

“Hold your dress up,” he ordered, fisting the lace of my thong in his hand and ripping it apart.

I half-gasped and moaned when his fiery mouth landed on my dripping sex. The way he looked at me paralyzed me to my bone, his intense blue-green eyes watching me from beneath his dark lashes. Hot white lust flooded in my veins when his expert tongue gave me gentle flicks, my legs trembling in his wake.

Ethan leaned back on his heels. His smoldering eyes captured me while his long fingers toyed with me, teasing me, torturing me. I panted and squeezed my eyes shut when he placed the pad of his thumb precisely on my throbbing clit. The erotic sensation crawled up from my spine and released in a quiver. My back arched from the wall, but his hold was firm on my legs.

I whimpered, “Please Ethan, I need you.”

“I know, Bella,” he said softly. He smoothed his hands over my thighs, tracing my curves with the pads of his fingers before he cupped my ass in his hands and squeezed the cheeks. I jumped when he gave a quick, harsh spank on my left cheek.

I tugged at his hair when a small cry left my lips, arousal pooling on my core, wanting him to remedy it. As if reading my mind, his slick, warm tongue circled my clit, sucking it in his hot mouth before giving it playful flicks. All the breath left my body, abandoning me as Ethan toyed with my clitoris, his tongue tasting me languidly.

“So fucking sweet.” He breathed me in as if he was savoring the taste of me.

My cheeks flushed red. I watched him through half-lidded eyes. My blood felt hot and heavy with hunger when he finally caved in, increasing his pace and inserting two digits inside me at the same time. My head knocked back on the wall as I anchored myself, holding his hair. The tension in my stomach finally exploded in his mouth when he pressed his tongue flat on my sensitive nub, giving me a gentle kiss.

I climaxed, moaning his name. My body convulsed, then went limp against the wall in his arms.

When I opened my eyes, Ethan was hovering above me in my room, softly kissing my neck. I had forgotten how his oral skills were enough to exhaust me into a deep slumber. But not at the moment.

I wanted him.Neededhim.

Cupping his cheek, I leaned up and kissed him on his lips, breathing in the musky feminine scent of my arousal. Our bodies pressed against each other, desperate for more. My hands clutched the fabric of his shirt, and I removed it out of the way when he unzipped my dress, helping me out of it.

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