Page 19 of Fit for Love
“That’s not what I meant. Ethan is his best friend and I’m his ex. What’s he going to think about that?”
“I suspect he will be very happy when he hears the news. Are you going to tell him tonight?” Piper hesitated. “Oh, wait, no. We’re going out tonight; we’re seeing Gail Lindstrom. I think she’s going to ask Mal if he wants to play next year’s WD Fest.” She rolled her eyes. “He’d probably be happier hearing about you and Ethan.”
I knew Piper was right. There was no reason for Mal to be anything other than pleased for Ethan and I.
There was still the nagging doubt in the back of my mind about Ethan and his travel plans. I didn’t want to be the one to stifle that wanderlust, but at the same time, I didn’t want to fall for someone I didn’t see. Long-distance relationships weren’t for me.
“I think it’s lovely, Cora. It’s nice to see you with a smile on your face.”
“And I’m guessing I might be the reason for that?” Ethan’s voice came from behind me. “She told you?”
Piper nodded. “Congratulations, I think it’s fantastic.” She beamed. “Right, I should get ready for this dinner. Will you two be okay on your own?” With a broad wink, she headed upstairs.
We would be more than okay. After dinner, we settled ourselves down in the movie room, with every intention of watching the latest Bond. However, it didn’t take long before we were entwined in each other’s arms, lips exploring, clothing askew. I straddled him, legs bent underneath me as I undid Ethan’s shirt and kissed down his muscular torso, pushing the sleeves off his shoulders, revealing his tattoos. His hands were tangled in my hair, pulling me back up to his mouth, before grabbing the hem of my dress and dragging it up over my head. For a moment, I froze as he drank in the sight of me. His fingers inched beneath the pretty coffee-coloured lace of my bra, finding my hardening nipples and, at the same time, I felt his dick twitch against me. As he stroked, I bent forward, kissing all along his shoulder and up the side of his neck, trying to control my quivering body. If he carried on like that I was going to…
“Not here…” I murmured, breaking the moment.
Memories of Mal and I doing well, something pretty similar, if truth be told, flooded into my mind and I didn’t want that. I grabbed my dress, then Ethan’s hand and pulled him behind me as I headed up the two flights of stairs to his room, praying Mal and Piper wouldn’t pick that precise moment to come back home and catch me half-naked.
I fell back on the bed and Ethan took a moment before he joined me, his lust-filled gaze raking over my body. It felt so completely different to being with Orlando. For a start, the lights were on and from the way Ethan was staring, it would seem he wanted to devour me. My body sprang to attention in all the right places before he had even touched me again.
Ethan knelt at the bottom of the bed and gripped my ankles, sliding me toward him, hooking my knees over his shoulders until his mouth was inches away from my core. Gently, he began to kiss the inside of my thigh, nipping and teasing before he found my clit beneath the flimsy material of my matching panties. I gasped, fisting the duvet, my hips bucking as he licked and sucked over the lace. The fire in my groin ignited from the intense stimulation. I wanted to come, but at the same time I didn’t want it to be over.
“Ethan, please, I’m coming!” I squealed.
He didn’t stop what he was doing, teasing me closer and closer to the edge until I plunged over, my body thrashing uncontrollably. With a final cry, I shuddered to a climax, panting hard.
It had never been like that with Orlando.
“Can you take some more?” Ethan licked his lips, a lopsided grin on his face. I glanced down at his crotch, noting the rock-hard bulge of his dick.
I mirrored his grin as I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down at the same time. “I think it would be rude not to.”
We scrambled out of our remaining clothes and Ethan moved so he was above me, his cock just grazing my still sensitive clit. With a swift motion he slid into me; I was so slick from my earlier orgasm. I was so ready for him, it almost hurt.
As he rocked inside me, he leaned down and kissed me at the same time, his tongue probing my mouth, and I tasted myself on him. My fingers clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and that familiar pleasant feeling crept up on me again. Wanting to make it last, I wriggled out from underneath Ethan and pushed him onto his back, mounting him so I was in control.
“Cora Appleby, I never thought you had that in you,” he groaned. “I had you down as a good girl.”
“Shows how much you know then, doesn’t it?” I responded by contracting my muscles around him and he thrust up into me.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, my hair tickling my back as Ethan reached up to caress my tits. The sharp pinching of my nipples brought me back to the present and I locked my eyes with Ethan’s as I felt him begin to pulse within me.
“Shit, Cora, you feel so good.” His pupils were almost completely black as he stared up at me. “I’m so close…”
Seconds later, he exploded and every fibre of my being responded with a volcanic shudder. I collapsed onto his chest as our breathing slowed in time with each other. Carefully, I slid to one side of Ethan and nestled against him, one of his arms around me.
He kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer to him. I could feel him smiling. My own lips spread into a similar grin.
We lay there in a blissful afterglow until the theme song fromBreaking Badsuddenly filled the air. Ethan’s ringtone.
Almost immediately, he drew back, scrabbling about with one hand to try and find the offending item. “Shit, Cora, sorry,” he rasped. “I should have switched it off.”
I sat back, expecting him to ignore it and snuggle back down, but Ethan pushed me to one side and headed out of the room.
What the hell was that all about?
With a shiver, I reached for my dress and pulled it back on, feeling exposed. Why would he just walk out like that?
