Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ethan pulled me into a private area of the inn, straight to his bedroom, the air between us thick with desire. He didn’t waste a second—his hands framed my face, tilting my chin up, and his mouth crashed down on mine, fierce and demanding. His kiss was intoxicating, every stroke of his tongue sending shockwaves through me. God, his mouth was perfect, and the way he kissed left me breathless. My fingers instinctively curled into his shirt, pulling him closer, a needy moan slipping out of my mouth as his tongue tangled with mine.

Instantly, I was ravenous, my body aching with need. Every nerve was alive, desperate for more. He broke the kiss, but stayed so close, his breath hot and heavy against my lips. “I want you so fucking bad, Holly,” he rasped, his voice rough with need.

His words sent a jolt through me, heat pooling deep in my core. I gasped, my pulse pounding in my ears.Yes, oh God, yes.

“I’m so hard right now,” he groaned, his voice low and guttural. “I can’t think straight. I need to be inside you. Now.” His words were raw, desperate, making my entire body tremble with anticipation.

I slid my hand down between us, slipping inside the waistband of his jeans, fingers wrapping around his thick, hard length. The feel of him, so solid, so ready, made me shiver.God, this is going to feel so fucking good.

“Give me that pussy,” he growled, his voice full of need. His hands were already at the button of my jeans, jerking them open with a roughness that sent a thrill through me. I tightened my grip around his shaft as he tugged my pants down over my hips, leaving my skin tingling and exposed, burning for his touch.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his teeth grazing my lower lip, making me gasp. His hands yanked at my panties, shoving them down with a wild urgency.

“Oh, I want this,” I breathed, pulling my legs free from my jeans. My voice was thick with lust. “I want you to fuck me so bad right now.”

Without another word, he leaned down and wrapped his arms under my ass, lifting me effortlessly and setting me down on the edge of his dresser. The sudden movement left me breathless, my fingers releasing his cock to brace myself against the hard edge.

“I won’t let you fall,” he grunted, his voice full of primal hunger as he spread my legs wide, exposing me to the cool air. Goosebumps rippled down my legs as he ran his fingers over my sensitive flesh, his eyes darkening with lust as he took me in.

He raised his gaze locking onto mine, intense, unwavering. The heat in his eyes burned through me as he slid two fingers inside me, slow and deep. His rhythm was torturous, deliberate, in and out, each thrust of his fingers sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. His gaze never faltered, holding me captive, making me feel utterly exposed, utterly his.

I whimpered again, my body trembling under his touch. The eye contact was electric, as though every pulse of pleasure between us was intensified by the way he looked at me—like he owned me. Each slow, languid stroke of his fingers made me fall deeper into the moment, completely consumed by him, by us.

I could feel my breath quickening, every sensation heightened by his touch and the intensity of his gaze. He had me—completely, utterly—and I didn’t want him to stop. We didn’t know each other that long, but my God, this was intense. Insane. But so fucking good.

“Take off your shirt and bra,” Ethan commanded, his voice low, rough with need. A shiver ran through me at the intensity in his eyes, and I did as he said, pulling my shirt and bra over my head. His gaze darkened as he took in my bare breasts, and within a heartbeat, his mouth was on me.

His lips nipped and sucked at my sensitive skin, his tongue swirling around my hardened nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through me. I arched into him, moaning as the slick, unrelenting movements of his fingers inside me never stopped, never slowed. The combination of his mouth on my breasts and the deep, rhythmic strokes of his fingers left me trembling, every cell in my body erupting with sensation. It feltincredible, like my body was on fire and I couldn’t get enough.

He trailed his mouth down my body, kissing a line down my stomach, leaving my skin tingling in his wake. When his lips finally found my clit, he licked slowly, teasingly, drawing soft, breathless moans from my lips. His tongue flicked against me, sending pleasure rippling through my entire body as his fingers kept up their steady rhythm, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge.

I was shaking with need, aching for more, and he knew it. He licked and sucked at my clit until I was panting, my fingers buried in his hair, pulling him closer. I couldn’t take it anymore—I was teetering on the brink, so close to falling apart.

Just when I thought I might explode, he pulled back slightly, his fingers sliding free as he rose to meet my gaze. “You taste so good, Holly. God, you’re so beautiful. I need?—”

“Yes, Ethan. Yes, please, I need it too.”

Ethan notched the broad head of his cock at my entrance, rubbing it over the slick opening, teasing me, making me ache for him. The weight and warmth of him pressed against me sent a shudder through my body, and all I could do was beg, plead for him to fuck me.

With one powerful snap of his hips, he sheathed himself inside me, forcing the breath from my lungs.

Oh, God, yes.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come already,” he panted against my neck, his voice cracking.

His cock stretched me perfectly, filling me in the most delicious way, and pleasure started to coil low in my belly. My hands flew to my mouth, trying to stifle the sounds of pleasure spilling out of me as he began to move, thrusting deep, hard, relentless.

He reached up, yanking my hands away from my lips. “Don’t you dare keep quiet. I want to hear you. I want everyone to hear you.”

He thrust harder, faster, each snap of his hips driving me wild. The thought of someone hearing us, one of the inn’s guests, added a wicked edge to the intensity. The coil of warmth deep inside me spread like wildfire, building, and swelling with every powerful thrust. My legs wrapped around his hips, my nails digging into his shoulders as my entire body vibrated with need.

Heat coursed through me like a live wire as he slammed into me, over and over. I moaned wildly, unable to contain it; the pleasure so overwhelming that it made my whole body quiver. “Yes, yes, right there!” I cried out, my voice bouncing off the walls.

He groaned, a deep, primal sound, his hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my hip, holding me in place as he took me with wild abandon. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “So fucking tight.”

I was lost in the intensity, my body no longer my own. It belonged to him, to this moment. I was climbing higher, chasing the release that was just out of reach. I whimpered, my voice desperate. “I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”

His hand found my clit again, rubbing firm circles that made my vision blur with pleasure. I was so close, so damn close. “Who’s going to make you come?” he growled.

“You are,” I panted, barely able to speak. “You’re going to make me—” The words died on my lips as my orgasm crashed into me, hard and intense. My pussy clenched tight around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. “Ahh, I’m coming!” I moaned, my body shuddering, stars exploding behind my eyelids.

He kissed me hard, swallowing my cries as his thrusts grew more frantic. His body tensed, and with a deep groan, he found his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with warmth. As he shuddered against me, I felt the raw connection between us, something deeper than just pleasure. He held me close, his lips brushing against mine as we both rode the final waves of bliss, completely undone.

When it was over, he stayed inside me for a moment longer, his forehead pressed to mine as we caught our breath. His fingers gently traced my jaw, his touch soft and full of tenderness.

“Jesus, Holly. I never want this night to end,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive.