This is the nicest room in the nicest hotel in town. In a sleepy Montana town that equates to a motel setup with beige carpet, white walls decked with paintings of horses, and one king bed.

Ethan strips the bed to only the white cotton sheets. He double-checks the door—it's locked—then scoops me into his arms and pins me to the wall.

His breath is warm on my shoulders, my neck, my ear. "Tell me you need me."

"I do. I need you so badly, Ethan."

He plants a long kiss on my neck. Then his teeth are scraping against my skin. "I need you, but I need to watch you come first."

His voice is low and demanding. It makes me hot all over. I need to be out of this skirt and blouse. I need to be out of all my clothes.

Ethan drags his fingers up my inner thigh. My skin tingles from his touch. All that heat pools below my belly. I'm already achy and desperate.

He's far too good at this, but I'm not complaining.

He sinks his teeth into my skin. It's a tiny hint of pain, only enough to wake up my senses.

His fingers slide under my skirt. He presses his palm against me, over my panties. I can feel all the heat of his hand. I can feel the callouses on his fingers. I need these panties gone. I need those fingers on me.

He rubs me over my panties. I gasp, my knees knocking together out of pure reflex.

"Take off your clothes." His blue eyes get intense and demanding as he takes a step backwards.

I slide his leather jacket off my shoulders and drop it on the floor. Slowly, I unzip my blouse and pull it over my head.

His eyes get wider. His expression gets hungrier. Still, he stays put.

My skin burns from the intensity of his gaze. It's like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.

Slowly, I unzip my miniskirt and slide it off my hips. I let my breasts spill as I bend over to remove my boots. Then it's just me in my bra and panties.

Ethan's tongue slides over his lips. He presses his palms against his outer thighs. He wants to touch me—I can tell—but he's waiting.

I want him touching me.

His eyes stay glued to mine. "All your clothes."

Heat pools in my core as I do away with my bra and panties. I've been naked in front of Ethan plenty of times, but this feels different.

He gives me a long, slow once-over. "Sit on the bed."

My stomach flutters with nervous energy. I practically float to the bed. My knees knock together. I place my palms on my thighs to steady myself and I meet his gaze.

Ethan takes a few steps towards me. "You think about me when you touch yourself?"

"All the time."

"Because you want me?"

For a second, my inhibitions kick in. This is too revealing, too scary. But the look in his eyes spurs me on. "Yes."

"Because you want the pleasure?"

"Yes."

"You deserve that pleasure." He gives me another long, slow once-over. "Spread your legs."

I do. It's like my body is moving of its own accord. It has no interest in my inhibitions.

Between the bulge in his jeans and the desire in his eyes, he's making a compelling argument against inhibitions.

"I want to make you come every day. When I can't make that happen, I need to know you will." He moves closer. "Show me. Show me how you touch yourself."

He wants to watch me come from my own hand.

My entire body flushes. No doubt my cheeks and chest are as red as my hair. There are nerves racing through my stomach, but there isn't a single part of me that wants to deny him.

I want to show him how I touch myself.

I spread my legs a little wider as I slide my hand below my belly button. His blue eyes stay glued to me. His expression stays intense and wanting.

He wants me that much.

Pleasure spreads through my torso as my fingers skim my clit. It's strange being on display for Ethan—we never did this—but it's strange in an amazing, hot as hell kind of way.

I hold his gaze as I stroke myself. There's all this desire in his blue eyes. His breath is heavy and needy. That's for me. He's wrecked with desire because he's watching me.

The intimacy is intense, but that feels right. I want to be exposed to him. I want him seeing all of me—my body, my heart, my soul.

The tension in my core knots. I hold Ethan's gaze until I can't manage it anymore. My eyelids flutter closed. I fall onto the bed, on my back.

Still, I stay on display for him.

I spread my legs wider.

With a few more brushes of my fingers, I'm at the edge. Then I'm there. I groan and shake as I come. My toes squeeze the sheets. My sex pulses with aftershocks. It takes a full minute for me to catch my breath.

I should feel shy, embarrassed, exposed. I don't. I'm exhilarated.

Ethan takes my hands and pulls me to my feet. His lips find my ear. "You're fucking amazing, Vi."

He kisses me, hard. I slide my tongue into his mouth. I dig my hands into his hair. Right now, it really feels like I'm his. I need more of that. I need all of that.

I only break the kiss to tug his t-shirt over his head. He kicks off his shoes and socks and shimmies out of his jeans.

Only the boxers now. Usually, I'd take my time exploring every nook and cranny of his body. Today, I'm impatient. I trace the lines of the lock tattoo on his chest.

Girls always ask if they have the key to his heart.

I want that key.

I want to unlock all of him.

He slides his arms around my waist and guides me to a spot in front of the closet and its mirrored sliding door. "I want to watch you come again. Want you to watch it too." He turns my body so I'm parallel to the mirror then he takes my hands and places them on the wall. "Tell me you want that."

"I do." I arch my back to press my ass against his crotch.

Ethan does away with his boxers. Then it's just him. Being across from the mirror gives me a hell of a view. I soak in the sight of his naked body—defined muscles, miles of tattoos, that soft tuft of pubic hair.

His cock, hard and ready for me.

Damn, I need that.

"Please." I rub my ass against him.

Through the mirror, his eyes meet mine. He grabs onto my hips and pulls my body onto his. He teases me again and again. He teases me until I'm dizzy with lust. It feels so fucking good. And the look on his face—the mix of desire, control, and pure affection—fills me with utter satisfaction.

Through the mirror, I watch him enter me. Every inch of it is ecstasy. I feel more awake, more alive, more at home.

Ethan's fingers dig into my hips to hold me in place as he thrusts into me. I grip the wall the best I can. It keeps me steady enough to watch our bodies move together.

To watch the pleasure spread over my face.

I've never watched myself come before. Even when Ethan and I would have sex below his super-hot mirror on the ceiling, I watched him, watched his body.

It's strange watching myself. I can feel all the pleasure in my core when he thrusts into me. I can feel the pangs of need that shoot through me when he plays with my nipples. I can feel the tension knotting inside me as it gets closer.

But watching my body stretching to take him, watching my nipples redden between his fingers, watching my lips part with a sigh of desire—it's intense.

It's fucking hot.

"Come with me, Vi." Ethan brings his hand between my legs to rub me.

God yes.

I arch my back to match his movements. I watch him through the mirror. His eyes flutter closed. His teeth sink into his lips. He moves harder and faster.

Then he's there. And I have to close my eyes because I'm there too. I groan his name as my orgasm knots tighter and tighter. My fingers dig into the wall as I go over the edge. I come in torrents, my sex pulsing so hard I'm afraid I'm going to push him out of my body.

He only moves harder, deeper. His thighs shake as he comes. His nails scrape against my skin. My name rolls off his tongue as he fills me.

When he's spilled every drop, Ethan scoops me into his arms and takes me to the bed. He positions his body next to mine, his forehead pressed against mine, his chest pressed against mine.

He's still looking at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.

Right now, I feel like the best thing in the world.

Right now, I really believe I deserve all the pleasure and happiness in the world. I really believe I deserve to keep him.