The Apartment: The Complete Affair (7 page)

After what felt like minutes, but was probably only seconds, the gorgeous creature’s too-perfect lips curved up in another wicked smile, as if he were the inventor of the smirk. He reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, dragging her into the apartment and slamming the door closed. In a move so fast that she had no idea how it had happened, he had her shoved back against the door and half-drunk with his kisses once again.

His mouth was ravenous, as if he were being presented with his last meal. He kissed her fiercely, sucking and biting at her tongue and lips, frantically trying to cover every inch of her skin at the same time.

Lily wanted to say something, but she couldn’t remember what it was. She knew it had to have been something important, but whenever she tried to think long enough to come up with it, he would shift his mouth on her or flick his tongue and she would be lost all over again.

When she realized that he was pulling his lips away, she moaned in protest, until she felt him kissing his way down her bare chest. Somewhere in the middle of all the kissing her shirt and sports bra had been removed, leaving her topless before him, but she honestly hadn’t even noticed it happening.

His long, slender fingers gripped her breasts, massaging them roughly before his hot kisses took their place. She threw her head back against the door and almost cried from the pleasure of his mouth suckling her hard. She shoved her hands into his silky hair, grabbing large handfuls and squeezing, feeling him groan against one of her painfully hard nipples. His hot tongue flicked it repeatedly, nipping at it with his teeth before moving even lower.

He dropped to his knees before her, pulling her sweats down in one swift motion, making her step out of them as he stared at her, hypnotized. Lily wanted to squirm under his sharp gaze, not used to having anyone pay such close attention to her below the waist, but he wouldn’t let her cover herself. He stopped her self-conscious hands and placed them back on his head, and she instinctively knew to grab onto his hair again. When she did, his eyes rolled back into his head for a moment before they looked up to meet her own heated gaze.

He smiled again, licking his lips, before he reached out and slid his hands between her legs, bending his arms back up around her hips until she was forced to slide forward and sit on his shoulders. She was left balancing there precariously, her back leaning against the door and her hands grabbing onto his hair for leverage.

He buried his face between her legs and inhaled sharply, and before Lily had time to be embarrassed or ask him to stop, he snarled loudly and opened his mouth against her. She felt his hot tongue sweep across her wet sex in broad strokes, and she wasn’t able to keep from crying out loud anymore.

“Holy
fuck
!”

Her exclamation only drove him on, making him lick her harder. She could feel every flick, every swirl of his evil, perfect tongue. By the time he latched onto her swollen clit and began suckling her again, she was rounding the corner to insanity.

All the while, the song blared in the background.

Lily began screaming as her orgasm ripped through her like a lightning bolt. She gripped his hair so hard that she was surprised it didn’t come out in clumps in her hands, and as she rode out her release she began pulling him into her, grinding herself against his eager mouth.

She tastes so fucking good she tastes so fucking good she tastes so mother fucking good!
The words ran through Ethan’s mind like a chant. He couldn’t get enough of her addictive flavor, never in his life experiencing anything so unique. She tasted like liquid lust—like heaven and sin combined—and he knew with absolute certainty that he would never be able to stop after only one taste.

When his beautiful brunette mystery finally stopped shuddering against his lips, Ethan let her down gently until he could free his shoulders, and then he was picking her right back up again until her legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried her past the living room, where he was halfway through stretching a new canvas, and into the bedroom, where there was now a lavish king-size sleigh bed with a thick down comforter and soft leather frame pushed up against the far wall. The ornate bed stuck out like a sore thumb in the otherwise bare surroundings. He’d only wanted something he could crash on whenever he ran out of energy, but couldn’t resist the opulent size and the silky-soft sheets and blankets. He told himself they might help him with his sleeping problems, but if he was honest with himself, he had picked it out with the hope that his mystery woman would return.

And now that he had her back in his arms, he was going to use it for so much more than sleep.

He knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned over, setting her down like a prized treasure. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes and managed a weak smile, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him down to her. Then she kissed him, passionately, tasting herself on his lips and moaning at how erotic both of their flavors were, combined.

As the kiss grew more and more frantic, Lily noticed that she was writhing completely nude underneath him while he was still totally dressed. She slid her hands down his back until she could grab onto his shirt, pulling and yanking until he was forced to lift his arms and allow her to slip it over his head. His lips were right back on hers as soon as she chucked the offending garment on the floor, and then she set about working on his jeans.

The moment her hands slipped between them and touched his button fly, his own hands were shoving hers out of the way, desperate to comply with her obvious wishes. However, by the time he had pulled his pants open and down his hips to kick them off, the amazing sensation of her naked breasts sliding against his chest was enough to make him pause for a deep breath. He leaned his forehead against hers and sighed, opening his eyes to look at her.

“You came back,” he whispered.

And then he entered her.

Both of them gasped as he slowly penetrated her body, sinking deeper, inch by solid inch. Lily somehow heard the music change in the other room and then the loud, thumping beat of another song pounded through the walls. He started moving back and forth, grinding against a place inside Lily that she had never felt stimulated before.

“Oh!” she cried out, and he searched her eyes. He moved again, shifting his hips and rubbing more firmly against the tight bundle of nerves there, watching her face react as her body spasmed around him.

“Is that it?” he groaned, already wanting to explode from the way her inner muscles were gripping him tightly. “Is that your spot, baby?” He shoved into her harder, making sure to drag his thick tip along that place each time he passed it.

Lily was lost: lost in the moment, lost in the grinding beats of the music, lost in his unbelievable scent that was pure sex. When she began rocking into him in time to the song, matching his rhythmic movements, he grunted loudly and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. At first she stayed close to his body, not wanting to move far from his lips, but as he coaxed her back slightly, she felt the deeper angle her position created.

Moaning her surprise, she raised up on her knees, leaning her hands back on his thighs and arching back, riding him roughly. He almost lost it again at the sight of her, firm breasts thrust forward with the most delicious rosy peaks that bounced with her motions. Ethan reached up and gripped her hips, pulling her down onto his shaft harder with each upward thrust, wondering how the hell he was going to keep his sanity while he tempted the fates and fucked a goddess.

She began shaking then, and he could feel her growing wetter around him, dripping down his length. The room was flooded with her scent, thick with arousal. Ethan growled deep in his chest, sitting up quickly to grab her around the shoulders and kiss her succulent nipples, pulling first one, and then the other, into his mouth. When he felt her shuddering grow exponentially, he moved a hand back between their bodies and slid his thumb inside her light dusting of curls, swirling circles around her clitoris as he thrust deeper inside her.

Lily came undone, her tight sheath clamping down on him, her nectar flowing freely. She moaned and screamed her release, never having felt any amount of pleasure like that before in her entire life, even by herself.

Ethan began bucking his hips furiously, finally unable to hold on any longer. He exploded deep inside her, allowing the death grip she had on his erection to milk him dry. He cried out, burying his face in her neck and biting lightly.

When the frenzy had subsided for the both of them, he pulled her with him as he lay back on the mattress, holding her on top of him and loving the feel of her in his arms. After a moment, he rolled her to the side so that he could look down at her. Her eyes were closed, from exhaustion or perhaps embarrassment—he couldn’t be sure, because the loveliest blush he had ever seen was spreading from her cheeks down to her chest.

“Look at me,” he said softly. He traced the features of her face with his fingertips, rubbing his thumb slowly across her full, pouty lips. He leaned down and kissed her softly before pulling back to look deep into her eyes; warm hazel met smoldering jade. “I had a spare key made today. You’re fucking keeping it,” he growled. “And we’re going to meet here, whenever you want. If I’m not here, let yourself in. I should hopefully be along shortly.”

Lily blinked a few times as what he was saying to her sank in. “But when would—how would I know?”

“I’ll be here working most days for a while. Take a chance.”

“But… don’t you even want to know my name?” Lily asked, a slightly bewildered tone in her voice.

“No!” he snapped. “And I’m sure as hell not going to tell you mine.” After a moment his tone softened and he continued. “That’s for everyone else. There’s no place for that here. We’re going to meet here and it’s going to be real—no pretenses. We’re going to say what we want and do as we like.” He leaned down to kiss her lips again before pulling away and smiling. “Putting a name on things only gives it limitations and expectations. I just want your body… and your soul. Your true soul that you hide away from the rest of the world, buried behind your name.”

Lily stared back at him, dumbfounded by his theories. How nice would it be to get away from the rest of the world for a while? Not to worry about dinner or laundry or waiting on her dad and Scott hand and foot. To only worry about pleasing herself for once. The suggestion was extremely tempting.

When she was finally able to speak, she was surprised that it had nothing to do with what she’d just been imagining. “Um… that’s twice now that we didn’t use anything.”

“I realize it’s a bit late, but are you taking anything?”

“Yes, I get the shot. But should I be worried?”

“Well, I can get condoms if you’d like, but as for worrying, there’s no need.” He looked away for a moment and Lily saw a dark cloud pass over his features. “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and I’ve been tested in that time.”

“Okay,” she whispered, pulling him down to meet her lips again, wanting nothing more than to make that dark cloud disappear from his face. When they came back up for air, they were both panting harshly and the dark cloud was nowhere in sight.

He moved between her legs again and began to enter her slowly, his earlier madness replaced by a lazy, languorous pace. She welcomed him eagerly, already feeling as if he were right where he should be.

Two hours and countless orgasms later, Lily lay sprawled across his toned chest, drifting off to sleep. She was weak and sated beyond belief.

One last conscious thought went through her mind before she surrendered to the heavy pull of slumber.

This
had definitely been worth it.

Ethan woke slowly, feeling rested for the first time in days. His first thought was gratitude for whatever deity had allowed him to nap without nasty memories swimming through his head, but when he felt the warm body that was draped over him, he remembered exactly which goddess was responsible for his relaxed state.

He looked down at her sleeping face, beautiful in its slumber. Her long lashes rested against rosy cheeks that were amazingly still flushed, and her full lips parted for the most adorable little breathy snores he had ever heard. At that moment she could have started drooling on him and he would have found it cute.

He still couldn’t believe she had actually come back.

He wasn’t a fool; he knew that she had been attempting to retrieve her jacket. He’d hoped when he found it on the floor that morning that it might mean he would see her again—he’d bought the bed and had the key made with that thought running through his head. He also knew that she could have simply called the landlady downstairs and asked her to get the jacket. She didn’t have to return to this place, no matter what she had told herself. She had been fishing for a reason to come back. He knew it deep in his bones.

She hadn’t been ready to admit what she wanted, even to herself—Ethan could sense that. But he also knew that they would work on it. She seemed to like having her decisions made for her by the way she was happy to let him control everything and take the lead, and he could play that game for a while. Why not? It was a major turn-on for him as well. By the time he was done with her, however, he intended to have her demanding pleasure from him without one shred of modesty or shame.

Having a beautiful woman who was willing to let you control her body completely was hot—to a point. Ethan knew that after a while, it could begin to feel a bit one-sided. His needs would be met, but how would he ever truly know if he was meeting hers? Now, having a woman who could go from submissive to snapping her fingers and barking orders in the bedroom—that was a thing of beauty.

She had certainly tasted like a thing of beauty. Going down on her had been almost perfect. The only thing that would have made it better would be if she had told him to do it. He loved oral sex above almost any other act, but so many women were embarrassed to ask for it. At least, that’s what he’d heard. He didn’t exactly have a wide range of experience to go by, only Rachel and the fucked up threesomes she would sometimes throw together.