Terrified but trusting.
Overwhelmed but wanting.
The stubble on his square jaw tickles my skin, and I lean into the kiss, needing to feel everything he can give me.
I don’t care that the rigid steel beneath me bites through the quilt and into my back. I don’t care that this thing between us could go wrong in a hundred different ways. I don’t care that I could fall way too hard for him.
I’m so tired of protecting myself. I want one night,one nightwhere I can feel him and touch him and let myself go and not be fearful of getting hurt.
The breeze cuts through my poor excuse for an outfit, but Ethan’s warm body hovering so near heats my skin even though he’s leaning over me, bracing himself a respectable distance away. Keeping himself from tumbling into me.
But his hot kisses make me desperate for more.
“Come closer,” I mumble against his lips. He pauses, looking down at me with so much desire in his eyes, I could incinerate right here. “I’m not buzzed anymore, and I need you to come closer. Right now.”
A smirk breaks out on his face. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
I let myself take him in. His disheveled hair that I’ve thoroughly finger-fucked. His five-o’clock shadow that scratches against my palm. Those perfectly sculpted lips, wet from my kisses.
“I’m demanding when I know what I want, and at this moment, more than anything, it’s you.” The relief I feel from saying those words is immediate.
I never used to be someone who held back, either with what I thought or felt, but the last year has messed with my head. Right now, though, in this dark field, wrapped in Ethan’s arms, I feel safe.
And I have to take a chance.
Just one.
Leaning up, I graze his lips with mine. “I want you. So much.”
He brushes his nose against mine. “Want you too, sweetness.”
Emotion swells in my body, making me hope for things I probably shouldn’t wish for.
One night,I remind myself.Take a chance tonight. Don’t think about tomorrow.
Slowly, I pull back. Those blue eyes darken as he watches my hands work the buttons on my bustier that run from between my breasts all the way down to my waist.
When I’m done, I return my hands to my sides and wait.
An eternity passes as his eyes travel down me, lingering where my top barely clings to the crests of my curves, and back up again. His deep voice breaks the silence with a raspy whisper. “You’re just about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with your clothes on. Not sure how you’re gonna rock my world if I take this top off you.”
A white-hot spark surges between us when I stare into his eyes.
“Maybe we should find out.” I wonder if he can hear my heart beating against my ribs. “Touch me, Ethan.”
He holds my stare as his rough palm wraps around my shoulder and slides down one strap of my top.
Then the other.
Until I feel the breeze on my bare skin.
When he glances down this time, his hungry groan flares the delirium burning in my veins.
“Fuck, you have an incredible body.”
His fingers ghost over me, test the weight of me in one big palm, before he squeezes my breast.
God, yes.
