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Climbing the stairs with him, Zoë stole a glance at Ethan. He’d been quiet ever since returning from lunch, and his reticence had lasted throughout the afternoon, and then extended into the evening. She worried Boone and he had had words over her. Ethan had been upset when learning of Boone’s aggressive flirting with her the night they were all at The Scruffy Goose. Perhaps he’d called his friend out on his behaviour and the two had argued. Maybe it’s more than that, maybe Boone found out something about you. No, that couldn’t be the case. Ethan wouldn’t look into her past, nor have Boone do it, he’d promised not to. His quietness had a different cause, and one he apparently didn’t want to discuss with her. Part of her wanted to question him about it, but a bigger part reminded her she’d refused to confide in him and she had no right to demand he confide in her.
They entered the bedroom, she turned to him and, grabbing his face roughly, delivered a wicked kiss. He grunted in surprise before returning it with an equal intensity. As she sucked wantonly on his tongue, she undid his belt, then his jeans, and yanked them and his boxer-briefs past his hips. Stroking his growing erection, she bit his bottom lip gently and then licked his lips.
“You’re certainly eager tonight,” he remarked.
“You seem like you had a rough day,” she replied with a slight shrug, “and I want to make it better for you.”
“I’m fine,” he assured her and then moaned when she twisted her hand around him. “But please, don’t let me stop you.”
With a salacious grin, she dropped to her knees before him. Maintaining eye contact with him, she grabbed his hips and then pushed forward to engulf him with her mouth.
“Holy shit,” he said, a harsh rasp to his voice.
She went to work, alternating a strong suck with a swirling tongue, keeping her eyes locked with him the entire time, knowing he’d like it. He did. His fingers wound through her hair and he held her head tightly, not moving it, just hanging on while she worked him.
His eyelids drooped, and he grazed his teeth over his bottom lip. “I’m almost there.”
While she appreciated his warning, she intended to please him fully. As she sucked harder, she felt him throb in her hand, certain she felt his seed rise along its underside. He climaxed, and she accepted all he gave her. She then continued to lightly suck and nibble on him until he pulled away.
“Okay, I’m getting a bit sensitive there.”
When he offered his hands, she took them in hers and he pulled her to her feet to plant a soft but passionate kiss on her hips. As he pressed his forehead to hers, he grinned.
“To what do I owe that surprise?”
“I told you, I wanted to make you feel better.”
“Wow, I should have more bad days then.” When she didn’t respond, he shook his head a bit. “I’m fine, really. Confused, actually, as to why you think I’m in a bad mood. I’m not. Just a little tired I guess.”
Calling bullshit on that, she could tell something occupied his mind but, again, she had no right to question what plagued him. Instead, she pulled his T-shirt up and over his head and then tossed it on the floor. As she ran her hands over his pecs, he looked her up and down.
“Something’s wrong here.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, you still have all your clothes on.”
With a soft laugh, she stepped back and then slowly, locking her eyes with his once more, peeled off her clothing. After an appreciative visual run-down of her body, he gestured to the bed with his head.
“Get on the bed.” He moved to the nightstand to extract a condom, and she watched him put it on. Turning back to her, he cocked his head. “I said get on the bed.”
She loved these little power plays they indulged in, mostly because she always won them. Raising a saucy brow, she feigned confusion. “Oh, did you? I must have missed that.”
“You’re such a brat,” he remarked.
“Sounds like you want to do something about it,” she teased.
The gleam that overtook his eyes had her fighting to not squirm before him. His authoritative look was bordering on predatory and it turned her on something fierce. “I’d love to turn you over my knee, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t take kindly to that.”
“Well,” she began slowly, drawing closer to him to run a finger down his chest, “I have a feeling you might be wrong about that.”
“Really?” he questioned as his eyes widened.
“No, not really.”
He shook his head as he grinned. “You’re something else.”
“Yeah, but you love it.”
“That I do,” he agreed. Taking a hold of her hips, he pressed his forehead to hers again. “Will it help if I ask nicely? Please, get on the bed.”
She chuckled. “Against the wall.”
“Are you ever going to let me win a round? Ever?”
“Nope.”
“Figured as much.”
Grasping her hips tightly, he lifted her and held her against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me, darlin’.”
She did as she grabbed hold of his shoulders. That gleam in his eyes persisted, informing her she was in for a wild ride. He poked her, off-center, and she shook her head as she smiled.
“Nope, not there.”
“You could help out, you know,” he grumbled, but grinned simultaneously. “I have to hold you up.”
With a hugely exaggerated eye-roll, she reached between them and guided him. As he sank into her, they both moaned. Taking hold of her ass cheeks, he pounded her hard, his face pressed against her neck.
“I could do this forever,” he whispered.
Glad he couldn’t see her face, she closed her eyes. She could too, but it would never happen. Clutching him tightly, aware their union would end soon, she focused only on the pleasure he provided, listening to his soft grunts as he thrust into her, ignoring the tight feeling in her chest.