Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,329

he chose to embezzle money from innocent people.” Her mother gasped and when Harper looked at her, all she felt was pity for a woman who would stand by a guilty man. “I love you mom, but right now, I have no respect for what you’re doing. I can’t be here, I can’t support this any more.”

Without another word, Harper turned and left the office.

Bile burned in her throat as she made her way down the hall to the lobby. When Ethan looked up, his eyes narrowed and he was immediately by her side. He was her family now because what she had just walked away from was so broken she didn’t know how it could ever be repaired.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“I’m done with them,” she whispered. When she met his hard gaze, she let the anger go and the tears she’d been holding back fell over her cheeks. She leaned her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Please just take me home?”

Ethan gathered her against his chest and kissed her temple. “Anything you want.”

She barely remembered the ride to his place she was so lost in her misery. All along she had hoped that her father would prove her wrong and admit his mistakes, take responsibility and be the man she thought he was. If he did that, she would still love him, still respect that he was trying to make things right.

But he didn’t. All he wanted her for was to lie for him. To make people think he didn’t do what he really did. That’s what hurt the most. Her father had been willing to put her at risk in order to hide his crime.

Ethan carried her inside his apartment and laid her gently on the bed.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” He brushed the hair back from her face and pressed his lips to her cheek. “A bath? Food? Sleep?”

The concern shining in his eyes pulled her in. This was how a real man acted. They protected the people they loved. They took care of them. Ethan had stepped up from the beginning and had been there for her even when she’d tried to push him away.

She slid her hands up his arms, feeling the lean muscles of his forearms, the hard flesh under hot skin. Everything she needed was right there, in her hands. She needed to feel him, against her, inside her. He was the only thing that mattered right now.

“You,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his neck. “I only need you. It’s always been you, Ethan, even when I tried to be noble.”

A low growl rumbled through his chest. His knee came down on the bed, between her legs and he hovered over her, caging her in. His mouth descended and took hers in her hottest most demanding kiss yet.

“That’s good,” he murmured against her lips, “because all I want is you. Like this. Every fucking minute of the day. Not leaving this bed for at least twenty-four hours, babe. You better be ready for that.”

God she was. Her skin ignited and fire raced through her veins. Ethan tangled his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck and fisted them, pulling her tight against him, holding her there while he ran his tongue over her bottom lip before sinking between them.

He kissed her like he was a starving man and she was his last meal. His free hand slid down to her hip, then along her thigh to lift one leg up and round his waist. It brought the hardness in his jeans exactly where she needed to feel it the most.

Harper arched up, a long low groan rumbling from her throat. Ethan swallowed the sound and echoed with his own. His fingers danced along the edge of her dress, now almost to her waist and slipped them between her legs. He danced along the edge at the juncture before dipping below the fabric.

Back and forth he moved, spreading the wetness up and over her clit, every touch adding to the building spiral that tightened in her stomach. Her hands tangled in his hair. She tugged, begged, rocked her hips to get him to move faster, harder, but he kept up the slow steady pace until she was half crazed.

Every touch took her closer to the edge but none was enough to push her over. She growled, pulled back and sank her teeth into his bottom lip, making his hips surge forward. He pinched her