I just might.
“Dex—”
“Ethan,” he says. “When I have my mouth on you, it’s Ethan.”
Then he puts his mouth on mine, claims it like he already owns it. I shiver, lick my way across his upper lip before kissing him long, deep. He shivers then too.
“Ethan,” I say, just to give him what he wants. “Ethan.”
He kisses me, a rhythmic undulation, his tongue slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth, his fingers worrying my nipple, plucking at it, flicking it in a way that’s almost crude.
It’s too much.
“Touch my pussy,” I demand against his lips. I’m almost halfway to coming as it is. “Touch it.”
I feel his smile.
“Is it wet?” His hand slides down my bare stomach.
“Fucking dripping,” I pant, kissing his cheek, the corner of his eye, his mouth again.
He slips beneath my panties, and I’m so worked up, so hot, that I arch off the bed, a strangled groan tearing from me as his blunt fingers ease over my slick flesh.
The world tilts on its axis. Dizzy, I grab onto his rock-hard shoulders.
His breath fans my face, his lips just grazing mine as he watches me. I stare back, unable to move—to fucking breathe—as his fingers slip-slide and circle my sex. His touch is messy. No finesse, just pure, methodical greed.
“I think you’re a closet sadist,” I say through gritted teeth, my hips jerking against his hand.
Though he’s shaking, sweat dotting his brow, his eyes smile at me. “Why?”
“You’re enjoying this. Driving me crazy—” A strangled moan tears out of me and his thick, long finger plunges in deep. “Oh, fuck.”
With an answering groan, he drags that finger out, pushes in again. I strain into his palm, my arms stretching overhead to claw at the pillows.
“Ethan…” I want to fuck him. I need to. My teeth grind with impatience.
He pushes another finger into me. So thick. So good.
“Cherry,” he whispers, licking my breast. “Give it to me, Cherry.”
My orgasm rides through me so hard, I come back to myself in stages—the warmth of his hard body, the sheets wrinkled beneath my sweaty skin, my breath slowly leveling out.
Slightly dazed, I blink up at him. He looks slightly dazed as well, his eyes wide, his lips parted.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
“So are you.” I mean it. I want to strip him bare, lick my way over every inch of his big body. But he’s moving away, pressing a soft kiss on my belly before standing.
He’s fully dressed, and here I am, shirt off, nipples wet and tight, my pants halfway down my ass. I’m not one to be shy about my body, but I sit up and tug my shirt on. Because he’s clearly not getting undressed, even though the bulge in jeans is enough to stretch them tight.
“I’ll go toast the bagels,” he says. Right before he bolts.
Chapter Nine
Dex
“Fi…” My voice cracks, and I swallow hard. “I…uh….”
The front door opens. Gray and Ivy are home.
“Hey,” Ivy calls as she sets the baby car seat down on the kitchen table. “Did you get bagels? Thank God. I’m starving.” She leans down to unhook Leo. “A certain evil husband thinks it’s cool to hike at freaking 7 a.m.”
Gray ambles in looking better-rested than I’ve seen him since before the baby. “We were up anyway, and I was going stir crazy in this house. Ooh…is that poppy seed?”
I try to catch Fi’s eye over Gray’s head, but she’s already taking her nephew from Ivy’s hands and kissing the top of his fuzzy little head.