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Chapter Two

“So there he was, trying to shove his dick back into his
pants before her roommate got up the stairs and saw his junk.” Ethan grinned
and his eyes sparkled as he teased Dominic.

Hope laughed as she poured cream over the potatoes. Ethan
had insisted on cooking the steaks and regaling her with tales of their
misspent youth. All three of them were in her cozy kitchen enjoying the warm
atmosphere and Christmas carols playing in the background.

She waved a knife at Dominic and clucked her tongue. “Serves
you right for picking up some woman in a bar.”

A stark contrast to the dark, brooding Ethan, Dominic was
light. Blond hair framed a handsome face covered in a shaggy beard. His intense
blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

As broad as Ethan, he wore similar clothing. He’d bunched
his sweater up to the elbows and displayed an impressive array of ink on his
forearms.

Badges of his youth. They both had them. No longer the bad
boys, they were now respectable businessmen. They co-owned a successful auto
shop on Main Street.

“Look, I have nothing against a pretty lady seeing my cock
but when said lady is a religious nut who doesn’t believe in sex before
marriage, that freaks me out.”

“Yeah, she might have gone all ‘Lorena Bobbitt’ on you.”
Ethan made a downward slashing gesture with a knife.

Dominic’s eyes crossed. His hands flew to protect his
crotch. “Please, man, don’t even joke about that shit.”

Smiling, she slid the potatoes into the oven.

She enjoyed this, the banter and companionship. In the small
kitchen, their masculinity wrapped around her. She could smell their
scent—woodsy, earthy. Their huge frames bumped her curves as she moved around
preparing dinner.

It did nothing for her already overactive libido.

Dominic sat at the breakfast bar but Ethan moved around the
small cooking area, grilling the meat on the stove. Crowding her space. Every
time she moved to the oven, his hip brushed hers and she bit down on her lip to
keep from moaning. His touch electrified her. She wanted his hard body over
her, under her, pulling her hair and pounding into her from behind. She wanted
to feel his rigid cock filling her pussy, stretching her until she begged to
come.

Sighing mentally, she took a sip of her red wine. She looked
at Ethan through hooded eyes across the rim of her glass. He stared at her with
a sly smirk on his lips.

Had the sigh actually been mental? Surely she hadn’t sighed
out loud.

Sliding her gaze to Dominic, she saw his face held the same
amused expression.

Shit.
She had let the damned sigh out.

“Something the matter, Hope?”

“No.” She shook her head and leaned against the breakfast
bar.

Nothing the matter at all, apart from her wet panties and a
desperate need for a cock in her mouth.

“Something you want to get off your chest?” Ethan blatantly
caressed her breasts with his gaze before turning off the stove and taking two
steps toward her. He took the wineglass from her hand and sipped.

What the hell was happening here? Why had Ethan suddenly
decided to ramp up the sexual tension? Was his seductive manner all in her
head? Wishful thinking?

Hope decided to do what she did best—ignore it.

“Uh-uh.” She turned away, busying herself with some
nonexistent cooking prep. She refused to give in to her desires.

“Sounds to me like you’re a little frustrated, Hope.”

Anticipation and desire pooled low in her stomach.

He molded his hands to her waist, caressed her hipbone. He
rested his chin on her shoulder and licked her ear. “Are you frustrated, Hope?”

The wet heat from his tongue made her gasp. She imagined him
licking another part of her body. His tongue rasping against her clit as he
feasted on her pussy. A flow of cream flooded her core.

“Talk to me, Hope. Tell me what you need.” He dragged her
back, flush against his groin. His erection pressed into the fleshy globes of
her ass.

He was seducing her. And she was letting him.

Her heart beat wildly. A frisson of fear licked at the edges
of her mind. Why now? He’d never given her any clear indications he was
attracted to her. Had he?

Thinking back over the past three months, she focused on
certain moments. Ethan tenderly brushing the hair off her face during a picnic,
holding her at the movies as she cried at a Pixar feature, massaging her back
after a tough day. He’d touched her at every available opportunity.

Jesus.
Had she been blind?

She needed to squash her doubts. Ethan wanted her. His
intense physical reaction was obvious. Time for her to admit what she craved.

“I need…”

“What do you need?”

His hands skimmed her waist. He cupped her breasts, tweaked
her nipples through her sweater. A short burst of pain, followed by pleasure.
Need shot from her breasts to her pussy and pulsed with a heavy ache.

A line had finally been crossed. She should be terrified.
What if he only wanted her for one night? What if it was purely sexual
frustration? What if he fucked her and she wanted more?

He pressed his lips against her collarbone and all rational
thought flew. She let out a breathy moan.

“Let me love you, Hope. Please.” He nibbled her neck,
drawing the skin between his teeth and gently tugging. The bittersweet caress
electrified her body.

“Yes…” How could she deny him?

“That’s my cue to leave.”

Opening her eyes, she looked at Dominic. Heat flamed her
cheeks. She’d gotten carried away by Ethan. Her reactions in front of another
man embarrassed her.

What a slut.

His blue eyes shone with something she couldn’t identify.
Not disgust. Lust? Desire? Longing? Whatever it was, it curled her toes.

“Stay.”

Dominic shook his head and rose from the chair. He pulled on
his jacket. “Not this time.”

Some deep, dark part of her was disappointed.

“Goodnight.”

With Dominic gone there was no safety net. Sex with Ethan
awaited. Despite the consequences, she had to leap.

She turned in his arms and searched his expression for any
signs of doubt. Dark eyes burned into hers. He blinked and thick lashes rested
on his cheek for a brief second. She adored his eyelashes—long and feminine. On
his chiseled face, they took away some of the raw masculinity and added to his
beauty.

“Please, Hope, let me love you.” He dropped his forehead,
rested it against hers. “Let me taste you on my tongue. I’ve waited so long.
Don’t make me wait anymore.”

Her sex clenched. She slid her hand up his back, stroked his
shoulder before wrapping her palm around the nape of his neck. How could she
deny such an erotic request?

“Ethan.” She answered his plea by dragging his lips down to
meet hers. Opening to him, she slid her tongue against his, gently at first
then with more force. His arms banded around her waist, pulled her forward so
his body was flush against hers. She could feel his erection pressing into her
stomach as their tongues danced.

He tasted of red wine, musk and pure male. She inhaled,
imprinting his taste and scent onto her memory.

Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she drew him closer,
reveling in the broadness of his chest. She wanted to strip him naked and lick
her way across the expanse of muscle she knew lay beneath his clothing.

Moaning into his mouth, she rubbed her nipples against his
chest. The puckered buds stiffened as friction crossed the pleasure-pain
barrier.

He ripped his mouth from hers.

“I can’t wait. I need to taste you.” He thumbed the button
on her jeans and dragged down the zipper.

He pushed at the denim and she helped by wiggling her hips.
The jeans pooled at her feet. Holding onto Ethan for support, she stepped out
of them, pulling off her winter socks.

“Lift up your arms.”

She did as he commanded. Fisting handfuls of her sweater, he
jerked the material over her head and threw it across the kitchen. He unhooked
her bra and removed it, adding it to the pile of clothes. He palmed her
breasts, kneaded the soft flesh. He pushed the mounds together, jiggled them.
When he plucked her nipples, she threw back her head and let out a long, low
groan.

Every tweak, every twist, echoed in her sex. Her clit
throbbed. She was getting wetter by the minute and it was all his fault.

“You have beautiful tits. Soft, full. I just want to slide
my cock between them and come all over you.”

An image of his thick cock sliding between her tits sent a
jolt of electricity through her. Her pussy answered with a rush of cream. She
blushed.

She’d dreamed of this. Of him. The reality was much more
intense. Her need for him was almost overwhelming.

“But not yet. I have to fucking taste you, Hope. I have to.”

Grabbing her hips, he lifted her onto the counter. Her ass
cheeks hit the granite with a heavy thump. In the morning she’d have a bruise,
but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the man standing between her thighs,
looking at her with such need it made her ache.

Consequences be damned.

He dropped to his knees and pushed open her thighs. Reaching
out, he drew one fingertip lightly up and down her panty-covered slit.

“Beautiful.”

She whimpered, wishing he’d slide one of his thick fingers
inside her, wishing he’d brush her clit with his knuckle.

He slid her cotton panties down her legs and stroked her
skin to skin. Her sex bloomed, opened for him.

Hope flushed. Ethan stared at her exposed pussy as if it
were the finest dinner he’d eaten.

Leaning forward, he touched the tip of his tongue to her
clit. She jerked. The featherlight touch set her nerves on the edge of
pleasure. He rubbed his finger in her moisture and lifted it to show her.

“You’re creaming for me, baby. Look how wet you are. All
because of me.”

A shiver of desire ran down her spine. Could you die from
unsated lust?

His gaze locked on hers, he drew the fingertip into his
mouth and sucked. She watched, mesmerized.

A low groan growled from his chest.

“You fucking taste amazing.” He offered his finger to her.
“Here, taste.”

She’d never tasted herself before. Swirling her tongue
around his fingertip, she savored the musky, acidic flavor.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, Hope. Think you can
handle that?”

His coarse words made her whimper. He wasn’t treating her
like some delicate flower to be protected. His dark eyes, heavy with lust,
bored into hers. He was just as affected as she was.

She clenched her thighs, hoping to ease some of the pulsing
ache. She needed to come. Desperately.

“I think if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to die.”

He chuckled. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

He pressed his open mouth against her pussy and began
feasting. He licked her clit over and over. Light, teasing flicks of his tongue
followed by long, slow licks. His teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh, dragging
the tiny nub into his mouth and sucking.

“Oh, god!” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and tightened
her thighs around his neck, pulling him closer.

His growl vibrated in her sex. She was so close to the edge,
so close to coming in his mouth.

Over and over, he licked. She ground her clit against his
nose, rubbing harder and faster.

Almost there. Almost there.
She chanted the mantra in
her head.

Her body tightened, her stomach clenched.

Yes…

Ethan pulled away and stood. His face glistened with her
juice. She blinked, shot him a quizzical look and moaned as he licked the
moisture from his lips.

Pure, unadulterated need pounded through her body.

Why the fuck had he stopped?

Ethan raked his gaze over the woman laid bare before him.
Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed with desire, chest heaving, pussy creaming because
of him.

His cock twitched. His balls tightened with the need to be
inside her.

He wanted her, every inch of her. He wanted to mark her with
his cum. After years of longing for something he thought he couldn’t have, the
anticipation was almost too much to bear.

His erection throbbed. He hadn’t been this hard
in…well…ever.

“I need to be inside you, Hope. I need to feel you come on
my cock.”

She looked him directly in the eyes and nodded. “Yes, please
fuck me.”

He nearly dropped to his knees. How long had he waited to
hear those words? Too fucking long.

He pulled his sweater over his head. He heard Hope’s breathy
intake and resisted a smile. Nice to know he wasn’t the only one in awe.

Ethan reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny foil
packet. He pushed the condom into her hand and curled her fingers around it. He
wouldn’t risk getting her pregnant. It was his job to protect her, not knock
her up.

He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, dragging them down along
with his underwear.

Standing up straight, he watched her eyes roam greedily over
his body. When they reached his cock, he fisted his shaft and pumped. Her eyes
widened, her lips parted and her legs clenched.

She was beautiful, like some kind of curvy siren with a mass
of tawny hair trailing behind her.

“Do you want this inside you, baby? Tell me you want my
cock.”

She licked her lips. Her neck worked as she swallowed. “I
want your cock, Ethan.”

The husky way she said his name drove him wild. Many women
had screamed his name in pleasure, but never like this.

Lifting her off the counter, he carried her into the den.
Her slick pussy rubbed against his cock. Every movement brushed the head along
her clit, teasing them both. He needed to be inside her, now.

Setting her on her feet, he lay back on the couch. He took
the foil packet from her hand and ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled the
rubber down his shaft and watched her eyes glaze over.