Page 91 of Vows We Never Made
Ethan Blackthorn gazes down at me like the hungry wolf he is, a creature who’s carried this hunger around for ages and now he’s staring at a meal long denied.
The crazy thought makes me tremble.
His eyes dip to my bare chest, my nipples pebbling under his inspection.
There’s a heavy ache between my legs, a dampness, an agony I’m not used to.
I’m no virgin and I’ve been with a couple guys before, but it’s been boring and predictable.
They kiss me. We fondle a bit, and then we head into my room where we have basic Tab A in Slot B sex and that’s pretty much the end.
Maybe we’ll see each other a few more times.
Usually, they ghost, and I don’t even feel enough for them to be pissed.
When it’s over, I don’t miss them or their lackluster touch.
They scratched an itch. They supported a moment.
With Ethan, it’s different.
This wild man, a fantasy come true, a comet streaking into my world with a tail of dangerous emotions.
“Fuck, Hattie,” he rasps, grabbing my breast with a roughness that makes me tingle.
More heat flares in my veins.
“Even better than I imagined.” He rubs his thumb over my nipple.
Pleasure zings straight to my core.
I press my legs together to keep from combusting on the spot, my panties so soaked it’s indecent.
It’s been so, so long since I’ve reallywantedanyone.
I don’t even know what to do with it.
Ethan has a better idea, though. He bends his head and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
Hot, wet, sticky heat.
It slices through me, the intimacy and the hum in my veins.
I have to bite back a gasp so sharp it’s shameful.
I reach up, my fingers weaving through his hair.
Yes, this.
With his eyes gone feral, he places two big hands on my waist and looks down past my breasts for the first time, catching sight of my dark green lacy panties.
His eyes darken.
His breath catches in his throat on a curse.
Crazy that I did that.
Me.
