Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Whatever you want, love.”
Exhausted, I reach for the television remote and flip through the channels, fighting sleep. It’s only ten o’clock, but I’m so exhausted. With our new living situation, we only see each other on weekends and random weeknights when we’re both free. So, we have to make up for the time we missed.
“You want a snack?”
He glances down at me. “I can always eat.”
I smile. “Good. Go make yourself useful and pop us some popcorn while I flip through Pay-Per-View.”
He smirks. “Make myself useful?”
“Chop-chop.” I clap my hands together. “I need my movie snack.”
Ethan shakes his head. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“You’re lucky I let you.”
We both laugh.
Ethan drops my legs on the couch and pushes himself up, blowing out a puff of air. “Women.”
That’s all he says before he walks into the kitchen, giving me a nice view of his firm ass. Dress pants look good on him. Hell, everything looks good on my man. He’s mine. All mine. I lick my lips, the thought of his naked body burned into my mind. Maybe I’m not so tired after all.
By the time Ethan sits next to me on the couch, he has a bowl in hand and is stuffing his face. With my arm draped over the edge of the couch, I click the button on the remote to start the movie.
Ethan shoves the bowl in front of me with a smile. After I take my share, he places the bowl on his lap.
“I love the Saw movies,” he says. “If you get scared, feel free to jump in my lap.” He pats his knee with a wicked smirk on his lips.
“I’ll keep that in mind. It takes a lot to scare me, though, and I love these movies, too.”
He sets the almost empty bowl on the coffee table and cuddles with me. Ethan’s so big and muscular he takes up the entire couch. I’m curvy but petite, which makes it’s easy for Ethan to tuck me under his chin and wrap his arms around me.
“All better,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
Yes, all better.
With Ethan, I feel safe and loved, and even though I don’t need him to hold me during a horror film, I find comfort in his warmth. My breath hitches when he readjusts his position and grazes my leg with his fingers, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. I have no idea what’s happening on the screen. People are screaming. The usual suspense music fills the living room. But all I can think about is how much my skin tingles from his touch.
Halfway through the movie, he pushes my hair off my neck and brushes his lips against my skin. The heat from his breath sends a chill down my spine that makes my toes curl in anticipation. When he notices the rapid increase in my breathing and the way my legs part for him, he slides his hand along the seam of my panties and bends forward to kiss me. At first, it’s a small peck on the lips, nothing more than a tease. But I want more. Parting my lips with his tongue, he kisses me softly, the passion between us intensifying by the second. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs hard, deepening the kiss.
He rubs my sensitive spot over my lace panties, my insides burning from his heated touch. I moan into his mouth, a desperate plea for him to go further. Ethan moves the fabric to the side and slips two fingers inside me. I clamp down on his fingers, and he grunts against my neck.
“You drive me fucking crazy, little lamb.”
I open my legs wider to allow him better access. He’s a greedy bastard and takes what he wants. But so am I. My body tightens, and my mind goes blank from the intense pressure building within me. His lips stifle my moans. I practically combust when Ethan increases his speed, his thumb circling my clit. I bite my lip, a fire burning beneath my skin.
He takes my ear into his mouth to suck on it and whispers, “Come for me.”
My entire body trembles, his wish is my command. Out of breath, I peek up at Ethan, who raises his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. Then, he pushes my dress over my hips and slides my panties down my thighs. As his hands roam over my body, he lets out an animalistic groan.
In a hurry, he stands to remove his pants. He strips for me but not in a seductive way. It’s as if his skin is on fire and he needs to rip off his clothes. The couch sinks beneath his weight when he drops his knee to the cushion and kicks open my legs.
Staring down at me, he licks his lips. “Take off your dress.”