Chapter 19 - Zoe
I don’t know what it is about him, but when I’m near Ethan I feel an almost magnetic pull toward him. After my talk with Bryan, I almost told Ethan that I needed the night to myself, but as my fingers hovered over my phone’s keyboard, I couldn’t type out the message.
Instead, I’m walking–well, jogging, scrambling, stumbling–hand-in-hand with Ethan back to his house. My heart is banging against my ribcage, and my veins are filled with fiery desire. There’s an epicenter of heat in the pit of my stomach, and it urges me closer to Ethan.
He pauses when we get to his door, hooking his fingers around my neck and pulling me in for a passionate kiss. When we finally fall apart, my chest is heaving and it takes me a few moments to catch my breath. I watch Ethan fumble with his keys, and then move behind him and run my hands around his waist. I rest my cheek on his back and take a deep breath.
When he gets the door open, he twists in my arms and tilts my chin up with his fingers, laying a soft kiss on my lips.
“Welcome to my house.”
“Thanks,” I breathe as he takes my hand and guides me in. My eyes swing around the small room, taking in the comfortable furnishings and simple decor. It looks like a clean, log-cabin themed bachelor pad. There are thick curtains and rugs lining all available surfaces, and all the furniture looks handmade from local wood. I drop my purse on the floor next to the door as Ethan kicks his shoes off.
“There’s beer in the fridge if you want one. I’m going to light this fire.”
I wander over to the small kitchen at the back of the house, glancing through an open door to see Ethan’s bedroom.
He makes his bed, I note as I glance inside. I find the beer and grab two, heading back to Ethan. He’s blowing gently into the fireplace as a flame is flickering to life. Within minutes, the logs are crackling and Ethan sits back on his heels.
We watch the fire in silence for a few moments, and I watch him. The firelight flickers over his face, and a strand of dark hair falls across his forehead. He wraps his arms around his knees, and I watch the muscles of his arms and shoulders bunch and stretch as he moves.
I sit back on the sofa and smile as he turns towards me.
“Fire has always fascinated me,” he says, sitting next to me. “On a basic level, it makes it possible for us to live and cook and socialize, but at the same time it’s one of the most dangerous forces there is.”
He puts his arm around my shoulders and takes the beer I offer him. We both stare into the fire and I consider his words.
“You know, I read that humans started evolving into what we are now when we started cooking our food. Our bodies didn’t need so much energy to break down the food we were eating, so our brains were able to develop with all the extra energy.”
“Is that right?” He muses, turning his head to look at me. He nuzzles his nose into my neck and I chuckle.
“Something like that. Don’t quote me on it. You’re tickling me,” I laugh, pulling away from him. He takes my beer and sets it on the coffee table, crawling over me until he’s resting on top of me. I hook my arms around his neck and smile. He touches his nose to mine and I feel a growl rumble through his chest. It sends a thrill down my spine and I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his scent.
“How are you so sexy?” He asks, and I wonder if I’m supposed to answer.
“I work out,” I grin.
“I’ll work you out,” he says, pushing his hips down onto me. I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing his lips.
“I’m not sure you can handle me,” I grin.
“We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”
Before I know what’s happening, Ethan is lifting me up and marching me back to his bedroom. I laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist and hooking my arms around his neck.
“You really have a thing for picking me up today, don’t you?”
“I just like having you in my arms,” he replies, tossing me gently onto the bed as I yelp and giggle. He grins, climbing on top of me and laying his body on top of mine. The heat of his skin singes me, and he brushes his lips over my clavicle. He groans, laying soft kisses all along my shoulder and neck. I tangle my fingers into his hair and press my hips up towards him.
“You’re so sexy,” he groans, and I shiver. His fingers trail up my sides, under my shirt and his hands feel like fire. Then, it’s like thunder clapping. The passion between us explodes. He pulls my shirt off over my head and I tear at his top. He bites the skin on my shoulder and grinds himself into me as I claw at his pants, kissing anything my mouth comes in contact with.
He rolls me over and I straddle him, sitting up for a moment to run my hands over his chest. He groans, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
“Do you have any idea how good it feels when you touch me?” He growls as he runs his fingers up my thighs, wrapping his arms around my backside. Shivers run through my legs as his hands travel up to the small of my back.
“Some idea, yeah,” I respond, closing my eyes as his touch sends me into a tailspin. He tilts his hips up towards me and I can feel the hard length of his shaft through our clothing. I look at him through half-closed eyes, biting my lip.
“This is such a bad idea,” I say as I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. He groans as I pull it away and toss it beside the bed.
“Terrible idea,” he agrees as his hands run up my sides to cup my breasts. He thumbs my nipples and another shiver passes through me.
“Worst idea I’ve ever had,” I breathe as I unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He lifts his hips to let me take his pants off and I sigh as I see the outline of the cock I’ve been dreaming of since the first night I spent with him.
“Destined to end in disaster,” he replies as I stand up and unbutton my own jeans. He groans again as he watches me undress, and then reaches over to touch my panties. He runs his fingers between my legs and my knees go weak.
“Get on top of me,” he commands, and I have no choice but to do what he says. My body takes me to him, and I shiver as his hands run up and down my thighs. I grind my hips on top of him and feel his shaft get harder in his underwear. He keeps his thumb near my bud, on top of my underwear so that every time I move, a shiver of desire passes through me.
The air between us is thick. My skin is scorched every time he touches it, and I feel like a coiled spring. He brushes his fingers over my bud, my ass, my stomach, my breasts, and every touch sends me reeling. I do the same to him, reveling in every groan and every grunt he makes.
Finally, the tension is too much. He grabs my waist and flips me onto my back, reaching over to his side table and pulling out a condom. I’m trembling with excitement as I watch him tear the crinkling package open and tear off his underwear. He slides the condom on and rips my panties down my legs.
My breath is shallow, and my body is ready. I gasp as he enters me, and the rest is a blur.
I’ve never made love like this. We’re animals. We tear at each other, my nails leaving red scratch marks down his back as he drives his shaft inside me. My back arches and he nips at my neck, palms my breasts and thrusts deeper.
I’m gasping, moaning, bucking with him as we let the pleasure and desire take over. I’m on top of him now, and I yelp when he smacks my ass with his palm. It stings, and it sends a new wave of pleasure through me. I look over to the side and in a mirror, I see his red handprint on my ass. Something about the mark on my skin makes my blood turn to fire.
“Do it again,” I breathe, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“What?” He asks between breaths.
“Slap my ass,” I pant. “Do it again.”
His eyes flash and a grin tugs at his lips. “If you say so,” he replies, and does what I ask.
That’s the beginning of the end for me. In that moment, when I let myself open up and be carried away by our pleasure, I know I’m his. It doesn’t matter what rumors surround him. It doesn’t matter what rumors surround me, I’m his. We’re linked. When my orgasm erupts through my body, his name is on my lips, his hands are on my body, and I’m his.