I shrug playfully, just to see another flash of jealousy on his face. Sleeping with Tyler was never part of the plan.
A low sound rumbles from Ethan’s throat—half growl, half challenge. A finger pushes inside of me. I moan and melt against the wall.
“And this dress…” His other hand grips the bottom hem, yanking it up to my stomach. “You bought it for our date.”
“Ourfakedate,” I correct.
His finger pushes deeper inside of me, stroking my g-spot. I moan and my knees give slightly, but Ethan is there to keep me steady.
“This dress is mine,” he growls.
My laugh is breathless, silent. “I doubt it will fit you.”
Ethan shuts me up by slipping a second finger deep inside me. He flashes a wicked smile as I practically dissolve into a puddle around him.
“Well, you fit me perfectly, don’t you?” A third finger stretches me. It would be painful if Ethan wasn’t so careful, and if I weren’t dripping wet. I gasp and nod at the same time, eyes fixed on Ethan’s. His kiss feels like praise as all three knuckles squeeze inside of me at once. “That’s my good girl. I’m going to fuck you now in the panties you wore for someone else. I’m going to remind you how perfectly we fit, Margot.”
“Yes,” I breathe. I nod. I pant. I plead. “Yes, please Ethan. Please fuck me.”
I don’t have to ask twice. Ethan grabs a condom from his wallet and doesn’t even bother to undress. He just yanks my panties to one side and plunges himself deep inside of me.
It’s so good. So perfect. He’s right about how well we fit together.
Then his hands are on my ass, lifting me up. My back is pressed against the wall, and my legs are wrapped around his waist.
“Oh fuck, Margot,” he rasps, sinking deeper inside of me and resting his forehead against mine. “You feel unbelievable.”
“So do you.”
It’s exactly what he wanted to hear. I can see it in his eyes when they connect with mine. We stay locked together completely, eyes on each other’s faces, as he thrusts deep inside me again and again and again.
Release ripples through me, violent and unexpected. My legs shake as Ethan’s fingers dig into my thighs.
His orgasm chases mine, jaw tightening as he swells and pulses inside of me. When we’re both spent, Ethan presses on final kiss to my lips, then slides out of me and sets me down. I wobble, but his hand reaches out to steady me.
“You okay?” he asks, still catching his breath.
“Yeah, that was just… intense.”
A crooked smile tugs at his lips. “It was.”
Pride flares in my chest, warm and bright, because Ethan seems just as overwhelmed by the intensity of it as I am.
He’s also thoroughly disheveled—a fact that delights me to the bone. His hair is rumpled, one lock grazing his eyebrow and another sticking straight up in the back. Vaguely, I recall twisting it between my fingers while Ethan kissed me. His shirtis equally askew, one side caught in his pants and the other hanging loose.
After removing the condom, Ethan makes a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of it. When he reemerges, he’s tucking his shirt and reaching for his fly. That’s when my smile fades a little, because right there in the center of his crotch, the physical evidence of my arousal is streaked across the dark blue fabric. It’s not a lot, but it’s definitely noticeable.
I nearly say something, but while I’m debating between a joke and an apology, I realize something else: Ethan is getting ready to leave.
He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and grabs his jacket off the floor as he heads toward the front door. My heart plummets.
I don’t know where this goes, Margot.
His words echo in my head. Maybe I misinterpreted their meaning. Maybe this is all Ethan North has to give: good orgasms and quick exits.
“You’re leaving?” The words burst out before I can stop them.
Ethan looks at me like I just spoke in tongues. “Just running down to the car to grab my suitcase.”