Page 105 of Naive in Love

He grabs my hips, pulling me against him as soon as I find a spot. We begin dancing, his hands on my hips gripping me, holding me close. The heated look in his eyes makes my heart race and my temperature rise. I place my hands on his six-pack abs, sliding one hand up his chest until it reaches his neck. My other hand slides sideways under his shirt along his waist, grazing the top of his jeans.

He slides his hands up and skims my bare skin under my shirt.

“I can play dirty too.” He cocks an eyebrow at me and twitches his lip up seductively.

I’m melting into him, running my hand under his shirt. I turn around, pressing my back to his front. I grab his hands bringing them to my stomach. I can feel his erection, and I rub my ass harder against him as I clench, wanting to feel him inside me. The intimate play that is going on back and forth between us makes me wonder if it is New Orleans and the strange mystique this city possesses, the amount alcohol I have consumed, or just him, but something is fueling the need I am feeling in this moment.

Ethan kisses my neck and says, “I think it is about time we call it a night.”

Feeling extremely hot and bothered, I nod my head.

He walks up to the second floor with me in tow.

“We’re out of here guys,” he shouts over the music to Mike and Bree, who are hanging on the balcony. Our other friends are lost somewhere in the crowd.

“Already? Can’t believe you want to leave this club. It’s legit,” Mike says.

Ethan shakes his head, smiling. “Sorry, dude. I’ve got a date.” He finishes with a wink at me.

While I should probably be embarrassed, I’m ecstatic Ethan wants me as much as I want him. The doubts about my sexual ability are fading.

We enteran empty elevator at our hotel, and as soon as the doors slide closed, Ethan has me pressed against the wall, devouring my lips. I wrap my arms around his waist, dragging my fingertips along his jean waistband. I let them slide lower, grabbing his ass, pulling him closer. The feel of his erection gets me wet.

The ding of the elevator warns us the doors are about to open. He pulls away, leaning on the wall next to me.

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Light comingin from the crack in the drapes is the first thing I notice when I open my eyes. I feel Ethan’s arm draped over my side and the sheet barely covering my lower half.

I let the thoughts of last night replay, and the tingling between my legs begins again. Ethan’s hand begins to move and slides up to cup my breast. I moan, squirming and pushing myself closer to him. His hand glides down my body, reaching my sex. He rubs his fingers through my folds.

“You’re already wet for me.” His voice is raspy from sleep.

His cock is hard and twitches against me. He slides an arm under me and palms my breasts as his other hand continues to rub my most sensitive spot. My breathing is shallow, and I revel in being spoiled by the attention. A finger slides in me, and I groan loudly, opening my legs to give him better access. He pulses his finger in and out a few times before adding another one and pinching my nipple.

I roll my hips against his hardened cock.

“I want you.” I rasp.

He pulls his fingers out, which leaves my insides clenching. He brings my leg back and places it on his side. He grabs his penis and rubs it on me before sliding it in me.

I push back against him, a new sensation with a new position. He glides in and out, and I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm. He continues to palm and pinch my nipple, kissing and licking my neck as the feel of him hitting the right spot inside me has me climbing.

“I’m not going to last. I need you to come with me,” he growls in my ear. He slides his hand between my legs rubbing then pinching my sensitive nub.

“Ethan!” Euphoria hits.

He’s holding me against him, still buried in me as we catch our breath. As soon as my breathing returns to normal, I want to feel him again. I place my hand on top of his and slide it down my body between my legs just as my stomach lets out an incredibly loud rumble, which causes both of us to laugh.

“Food first, baby.” He kisses my neck and begins to push me out of bed. “Go get some clothes on so we can get a bite.”

I look back at him, giving him a quick kiss, not arguing because I am starving after our liquid dinner last night.

We walk around the Quarter, trying to find a place to sit and enjoy a meal. We decided this time was just for us and don’t call our friends. The streets are busy with people cleaning up, restaurants opening, and even a couple of bars with people in them. In the light of day, Bourbon St. carries a different mood. The boisterous, loud, dark street of last night mellows in the light of day, highlighting peoples’ escapades.

We find a small bistro filled with people. We walk in and are seated immediately at the counter.

“What do you think of NOLA so far?” Ethan asks after we place our orders.

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