Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,274

cock sliding on her skin.

Fire burned in her stomach. Her clit throbbed with need again. The way he covered her so completely with his hard body made her feel wild. Out of control.

“Now,” she begged. “I need you now.”

She lifted her hips, tried to get high enough so that his cock would slide lower, into the place where she needed it. One hand left her breast and slid between her legs. His fingers were slick and he rolled her clit. Harper was out of her mind, delirious with the need to come again.

“Ethan please,” she panted.

He growled, bit the back of her neck, her shoulder when she managed to shift her hips in a way that bent his cock down, allowing it to slip between the moisture between her legs. She took a step to the side, opened up to him, and arched her back again.

The tip of his cock slid into her and she groaned deep in her throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed. His grasp tightened around her stomach. The fingers on her clit squeezed and her pussy clenched, pulling on the end of his cock. “Christ Harper, you’re so fucking tight.”

Everything narrowed and the only thing that mattered to her was coming. While he was inside her. She jerked her hips back and gasped as he filled her completely. That’s all she needed, the added friction shooting her to the edge again.

“God yes,” she panted. “Don’t stop. So close Ethan.

He drove forward and she pushed back and their bodies slapped together noisily. He worked his fingers, pulsed her clit with every thrust and it hit like a freight train. This time it started deep inside and burst out of every pore at the same time.

Pleasure so sweet it hurt.

She screamed. Again.

His hands covered hers, gripped onto the railing as he pounded into her, extending the shocks coursing through her even as she convulsed on his swollen cock. With a hoarse ragged cry, Ethan stiffened behind her and she felt him pulsing inside her.

She sucked in air, tried to fill her burning lungs.

Her entire body shook and he held her there, his front to her back, while he moved back and forth inside her much slower now. If he let her go, she’d fall to the floor. Intense would be an understatement. Never in her experience had it been like that. She was floating, not quite one with her body yet.

She had to give him credit, that whole anticipation thing fucking rocked.

“Will you stay?” His voice was hoarse in her ear and she probably sounded the same.

“Yes.” They slowly disentangled and she shivered as air moved across her sweaty skin. He took her hand and led her inside, where he pulled back the covers and she slipped between. He moved in behind her and pulled her back against his chest again.

She laid her hand on his arm then turned her head and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. Exhaustion crept into her muscles and she relaxed in his arms. He kissed her hair and ran a thumb over stomach.

“Goodnight, Ethan,” she whispered, feeling sleep pulling her under.

“Goodnight, Harper.”

She snuggled against him, feeling safer and warmer and more relaxed and happy than she’d felt in a long, long time.

Maybe ever.

She wanted to just save this moment with him, freeze-frame it forever.

And then, she suddenly found herself wondering if maybe this wasn’t just one day in paradise with a sexy stranger. She felt something with Ethan that she’d never realized she even needed. He was like a living, breathing pain reliever—his touch and his smile could take away all of the troubles that plagued her worried mind.

Maybe she shouldn’t be so quick to assume that things couldn’t go further than just this little vacation. Maybe they could keep talking, fly out to see one another—assuming he lived far away from her, which he in all likelihood did.

But regardless, as she drifted off to sleep, she told herself that tomorrow she would actually try to feel Ethan out on whether or not he was interested in something more than a one-night-stand.

And then she was asleep, peaceful, calm, deeply content.

In the morning when she woke, he was gone.

At first, she thought maybe he’d only gone out to get food—something, anything.

Only, when she went to the doorway of the bungalow and glanced out, she saw a note that must have been taped to the door and fallen down, almost out of view.

She picked up the paper and saw a quick note scrawled in what could only