Page 59 of Unless It's You
“Why are you still wearing pants?” All I know is neither of us is drunk, not like That Night, and I want him. So bad.
He pushes down his jeans and boxers, and at the speed of light, darts to his nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer and slides it on. I have just enough time to appreciate how fucking beautiful he is naked, the thick thighs of a rugby player, abs that reflect countless hours in the gym, and his tattoo sleeves the most gorgeous graffiti on his arms.
And for right now, he is mine.
In seconds, his hands are all over me again, my back still pressed against the door to his bedroom, then his fingers are inside me and I’m rocking against them, not even trying to stop moaning.
“Fuck, Ethan. Please.”
In a move I never imagined taking part in, he lifts me up against the door and removes his fingers from inside me a heartbeat before lowering me onto his cock. No hesitation, no more permission asked. I grip his forearms and my vision goes blurry as he thrusts inside me, feeling like he’s so deep, he’ll be able to see my soul. Who I really am.
Will he hate that person? He knows so much about me. These days I seem to be holding nothing back from him. And he likes me. A lot.
“Harder, Ethan, harder,” I breathe into his ear.
He growls again and thrusts so hard he needs to hold me in place, one hand on my back, one hand holding a thigh wrappedaround his waist. This isn’t gentle, or sweet, or romantic, but god, it’s wild and feral and exactly what I need from him.
I scream as I come, and he moans and screamsfuckas he does right after. We rise together like a tsunami after an earthquake. After, he lowers me gently until my feet are on the floor, keeping our bodies connected, a hand still on my ass, the other remaining on my back. He pulls out and places his hands on either side of me against the door, our foreheads touching, both breathing hard.
Oh, shit. Did I really just have sex with Ethan against his bedroom door?
“Fuck. That was incredible,” he rasps.
I agree, but I’m suddenly terrified. Our bodies are still touching, and as long as that keeps going, the spell won’t be broken, but as soon as we break the contact, I’ll need to face what I just did. What I’m feeling right now. And it’s not what I thought it’d be. I don’t regret it, not even for a second. I want to do what we just did again. And again.
Ethan steps back and turns away to deal with the condom. While his back is still turned—his glorious, rippling back—I splay my hands against the door behind me, hoping for some kind of stability or strength.
I’m stark naked in Ethan Fraser’s bedroom.
“Shit,” I whisper, and Ethan turns around, his eyes drinking in my naked body on display for him.
“You’re gorgeous.”
I would say he’s undressing me with his eyes, but I have nothing left to expose to him, as my bra and shirt were tossed aside somewhere in the living room, and my underwear and jeans are tangled by my feet.
“I should go.” I have no idea what else to say. Spots of panic appear in my vision.
“The fuck you should.” He closes the gap between us, stopping right in front of me. He tips my chin up with his finger and brings our lips together, slipping his tongue inside my mouthand slowly pressing his naked body against mine. I can feel him getting hard. Again.
Jesus. I already want him.
He kisses me deeply, tongue down my throat, and I run my hands up his chest and around his neck, arching my back to press my body against his.
“Stay. For a while.”
I don’t even answer. I can’t. But I’ll stay. At least for now.
I feel out of control. It feels awful. It feels amazing. I never want sex twice in a row. Ever. But now...
“I want to fuck you in so many ways,” he murmurs in my ear and slips his fingers inside me again, deeply and rhythmically until I can’t think. I can only moan.
Ethan walks me backward until we’re at the edge of his bed, then lowers me down, keeping his fingers moving and adjusting his cock so it’s rubbing against my most sensitive parts. In a haze of pleasure, I hear his nightstand drawer slam shut, and he removes his fingers to rip open the second condom.
A second later, he plunges himself inside me and I yell out. He’s crushing me and I’m so full of him, I’m on the verge of a complete meltdown. I scream his name as my body comes in waves just a few seconds later. I’m blinded by pleasure. Am I still on this earth? I’m not conscious. I’m floating. In a dream.
“Stella,” he says between grunts, coming after I’ve finished.
He collapses on top of me, keeping his body slightly raised so as not to crush me.
