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A condescending smirk cropped up on his face. His tattooed arms appeared extra prominent, perhaps from the slight sweat that licked both of our biceps. God damn, this man was hot.
“Does it fucking matter?” he snapped, glaring at me. He slowly took a step closer to me, jolting my heart by each inch that closed between us. I would’ve—no, I should’ve—blinked out of my trance and pushed away from him. But my legs refused to budge—I felt so weak, submitting to his crisp scent while he prowled my body like a gutless predator. I was his prey, simply lying there to be trapped.
Lips not too far from mine, he hissed, “It’s not like you seem to care a lot how to prove my innocence after sending me to prison for something I didn’t do.”
I scrunched my face in dismay. “Do you really think I’d be doing all of this if it weren’t for you? I want to help you, Ethan. I need to know who killed my dad just as much as you do.”
Could he not see the emotional price I had already paid for this investigation? I literally just left my mom’s house without saying goodbye like some teenager after a fight over a party.
Ethan backed away, scoffing, “Oh, sorry, but I really have a hard fucking time believing that spending two minutes with me qualifies as ‘helping’ this case. You’ve been gone all day yesterday and today and didn’t even pick up the phone.”
I hated how far apart we’d become—in more ways than one.
My eyes trailed down his chiseled face to his tense muscles. Why did we have to be so angsty toward each other? We loved each other once . . . It was a long time ago, but just looking at him now, I had no doubt that this man still held a magic spell over me. Just like he did back then.
He tried to advance toward the door again, but I threw my body in his way. “No, wait,” I insisted. “I’m not letting you leave like this.”
Chapter 9
Ethan
I couldn’t keep up with this woman. At first, she tried everything to avoid me, and now, she blocked my path—and the more I collided with her gentle, floral scent, the more my senses went animalistic.
My eyes dropped to her rosy lips and her round breasts in that tight shirt of hers. I was six feet two inches of tattooed muscle, but being locked away since I was fifteen barred me from ever so much as touching a woman. I never explored a woman’s dips and curves, never caressed one’s skin or probed their insides. Never got to savor what it was like to hear one moan from the bulky mass I packed underneath my pants, which was growing harder by the second as Anna neared me.
She glanced at my groin. No way she didn’t see that boner.
I had to leave—NOW!
“Get out of my way,” I growled. My urges were too powerful—if I let her have her way and force me to stay, I didn’t know what my body would do. I doubted it would be able to resist tasting her lips . . . and her sweetness between her legs.
“I said get out of my way,” I growled again, gently pushing her warm body aside. She tried blocking me a few more times before, out of nowhere, Anna curled her fingers, staring deeply into my eyes as she looped an arm around my neck, planting a kiss on my lips.
In an instant, I was on fire.
She tasted juicy and sweet, like a treat I’d picked out from the candy store. I wanted to swirl my tongue around her more, devour the pooling wetness of her mouth. But if I didn’t resist, I’d do a lot more than tongue-fuck this woman. She turned me on beyond all reason. Her bouncy hips, her puckered nipples that brushed against my pecs. Her body was intoxicating. I couldn’t afford to get lost in its dangerous ecstasy.
Pulling away, I warned, “I won’t be able to control myself if you come on to me like this,” my voice faltering as I spoke. It was hard to want to end this. Her simple teases tempted me too much, keeping in mind I was a man who’d never properly indulged himself in a woman. I wanted to dominate her, pound every bit of lust that blazed in my blood into her frail insides. Watch her scream on the floor as she relished every inch of my swelling erection.
But Anna seemed lured to my toned body, twirling her hands up my abs.
“Anna, stop, or—”
“Take me,” she suddenly whispered against my lips.
For a moment, I just started at her, my cock so hard it hurt.
“Please,” she begged, grabbing it.
So, with a loud groan, I decided to grant her wish.
I grabbed her hips and pressed her against the wall, the bulge of my groin riding up the hemline of her skirt as we melted into a passionate kiss. Our tongues devoured one another, the lust of our liquids sloshing around like we were the life source to each other’s bodies.
I wanted her to feel every part of me. Because the beast I’d tamed was breaking out of its chains, and if she wasn’t ready, I was afraid my large cock would pound her past her senses.
“Fuck, this feels good,” I moaned.
Our bodies swayed in a rhythm, my hands sinking into just the right places to throw off her shirt and unbutton my pants as she took off her undies. She moaned as I lowered my kisses to the side of her neck, suckling hard enough to leave a mark.
