Kiss Me at Midnight(6)
Author: Diane Alberts

She reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing tight. “Ethan, I don’t care if you stutter. You know that.”

“I know,” he said, offering her a cocky grin. The vulnerability was gone. “But enough about the past. I’m more interested in what happens next. You ready to go?”

All of this time, she’d been hurt—and yes, angry—that he stopped talking to her. But being with him again, seeing him again, hearing his apology, made something else far too clear…

She’d missed him, too.

And it was time to see what he hid under those clothes.

Chapter Three

“So this is where I live now.” Ashley unlocked the door to the small condo, her hand trembling as she turned the light on. So…she was nervous. Good. That meant she wasn’t sure what to expect out of him. He liked that idea, because it meant she realized how much he’d changed. “I bought it a few months ago, after my dad died.”

“It’s nice,” Ethan said, his voice low. “And I’m sorry for your loss, by the way.”

She smiled and opened the door, motioning him inside before following. “Thanks. After I graduated med school, I—”

The second she closed the door, Ethan was on her. He’d waited his whole teenaged-life for a chance to kiss her. To have her. He wasn’t about to waste a f**king second of tonight with hesitance or second-guessing. Hell no. He’d take her, and if she wanted him to?

He’d take her again.

Simple as that.

She clung to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin through his thin shirt, and moaned into his mouth. When her tongue brushed against his, his c**k hardened even more than it already had. She reached down between them and cupped him, squeezing and stroking with perfection. When he groaned, she slid her fingers over his length, exploring him.

Jesus f**king Christ, the woman was going to kill him, and he hadn’t even gotten into her bedroom yet. He backed her toward the couch, his eyes on the end goal so he didn’t f**k it up and make them tumble over a discarded heel or some shit like that. Luckily, she was a neat freak and nothing stood in the way of him getting her where he wanted her.

When the backs of her knees hit the couch, he pushed her down on it, never breaking contact with her mouth as he removed her boots. His fingers working over her skin sent shivers down her spine and straight to her core. Her tongue dueled with his as he yanked her skirt up and brushed his fingers over her inner thigh. Slowly, he skimmed his hand even higher and rolled her tights down her leg. Every inch of skin he bared drove him even more insane with desire. By the time he had them off of her, he was ready to scream with impatience.

He kissed her ankle, then moved higher, nipping at her calf. She moaned and dropped her head back, giving herself to him. He kissed her knee, then sank his teeth into her inner thigh. She cried out, burying her hands in his hair and urging him even higher. When she trembled and spread her legs more, granting him access to her pu**y, he ran his fingers along her slit.

He slid his fingers underneath the soft satin. When he brushed her soft lips, he shuddered, unable to believe he was doing this with her. The woman he’d always wanted but never had. He traced a finger over her hip, directly over the line of her panties, but not going any further. When she whimpered, his gut clenched with desire. Desire so strong and intense, he almost gave in to the urge and took her right there.

She dug her feet into the couch and clung to his biceps, a breathy sigh escaping her as she tried to urge him closer.

“Ethan,” she gasped, her hands bunching on his arms. “Don’t stop.”

Stop? Why the hell would he do that? “Ask me nicely,” he said gruffly, running his finger over her stomach. He crept closer to her clit, but didn’t touch her there. “Ask me for what you want.”

Her fingers flexed on him. “I want…I want you to…”

“Yeah?” He crept even closer to her core, tracing the spot on her hip where her leg and body connected. Then he kissed her, deep and hard. By the time he pulled back, she was whimpering, her hips moving restlessly beneath him. “Tell me, Ashley.”

“I…I want…” she trailed off, her cheeks pink. After licking her swollen lips, she met his eyes. “I want you to f**k me. Hard.”

“Gladly.” He traced a wide circle around her clit, pulling back to watch his finger move over her black satin panties. The sight of the wet fabric almost drove him over the edge. “So f**king hot.”

He flicked his tongue over her racing pulse, his grip on her tightening. Christ, he wanted to push inside of her and f**k her all night, but he held himself back. She needed to be as desperate for him as he was for her, damn it. He gently slapped the side of her ass, the sound of his hand connecting with her upper thigh filling the room.

She drew in a ragged breath, her eyes wide. Reaching down, she yanked on his hand and pressed his fingers against her clit. “Now.”

He moved his fingers against her, her own pressing him even closer. “Like that?”

“God, yes.” She spread her legs wider and let her head fall back. Her long strawberry blonde hair trailed down the side of the couch, almost touching the floor. Fuck, what a picture she made. Perfect. “Please, Ethan.”

The sound of his name on her lips made him growl and kiss her hard. She didn’t shy away. If anything, she demanded more. Gave more. He deepened the kiss, his blood pounding ferociously through his veins. As he plundered her mouth with his, he reached down and ripped her panties off. The sound of shredding fabric barely registered with him before he was sliding a finger inside of her.

She was so f**king warm and wet and tight. So goddamn tight.

He pressed his thumb against her clit and moved his finger inside of her, grunting when she cried out into his mouth and raised her hips. She grabbed his shirt and fumbled with the top button, and he arched his neck to help her. Once she got the top button undone, he withdrew his fingers from inside of her and then thrust again, harder. Faster.

With his free hand, he clenched her hip, his fingers biting into her skin. For a second, he thought he might be too rough with her, holding her too tightly, but she wrapped her leg around his waist, dug her heel into his ass, and hauled him even closer.

Suddenly, she pulled away from his mouth and lifted her hips higher. “Taste me.”

“W-What?” He pulled back, his eyes on her. She looked like a goddess right now, all flushed and flustered and hot. He lowered himself down her body just a tiny bit.