Page 55 of Six of Hearts
My hands cupped her breasts reverently, thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric. She arched into my touch with a soft sound that went straight to my groin.
"Ethan," she whispered, and the way she said my name—breathless and wanting—undid me.
"I've got you," I murmured, unhooking her bra and letting it fall. My mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple before I took it between my lips.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, holding me there.
I worked her jeans open with one hand while my mouth moved between her breasts, taking my time, savouring every gasp and whimper. She was already moving against me, seeking friction.
"You're so responsive," I said, sliding my hand into her panties. She was wet, ready. "God, Aria."
"Your fault," she managed, her hips rolling into my hand. "You and that look you gave me this morning."
I laughed against her skin, amazed at how easy this was with her. How natural. "That got you this worked up?"
"Everything about you does." Her eyes met mine, and the honesty there stole my breath.
I pulled my hand away and she made a sound of protest that made me smile. "Bedroom's too far," I said, my voice rough. "Kitchen. Now."
Her eyes widened, but there was excitement there too. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through my living room into the kitchen, flipping on just enough light to see by.
The granite countertop was cool and clean, and I lifted her onto it in one smooth motion, my hands gentle despite the urgency thrumming through me.
"Ethan, what are you—"
"Shh." I pulled her jeans and panties off, spreading her legs. "I've been wanting to do this since the day you walked into my life."
I settled between her thighs, my hands stroking up and down her legs as I looked up at her. She was flushed, her lips parted, watching me with those beautiful eyes.
I wanted to memorise this moment—the trust in her gaze, the way she opened for me.
When I lowered my mouth to hers, she gasped, her head falling back. I took my time, learning what made her moan, what made her fingers tighten in my hair. She tasted incredible, and every sound she made went straight through me.
"Ethan, please," she whimpered, her thighs trembling.
"Not yet," I said, pulling back just enough to make her whine. "I want to be inside you when you come."
"Then stop teasing me," she said, and I loved the edge of demand in her voice.
I stood up and made quick work of my belt and jeans, freeing myself.
I was already hard, had been since she showed up at my door. I lined myself up and pushed inside slowly, watching her face as I filled her.
"God," she breathed, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Yes."
I started to move, one hand on her hip while the other braced against the counter beside her. The angle was perfect, and from the way she was gasping, she felt it too.
"You feel amazing," I told her, meaning it. "So perfect."
"Harder," she said, her eyes meeting mine. "Please, Ethan."
I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in, deeper, and she cried out. "Like that?"
"Yes! Don't stop."
I set a steady rhythm, watching her face, the way pleasure moved across her features. This wasn't just physical—it couldn't be, not with the way my chest felt tight, not with the way I wanted to give her everything.
"I'm close," she gasped, her inner walls starting to flutter around me.
