her to moan into his mouth. She slid her hands under the waistbands of his shorts and boxer briefs, cupping his chiseled ass with both of her hands.
Slowly, his middle finger slid between her lower lips and slipped inside of her slick heat.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, pushing his briefs and shorts down over his hips and legs. With his lips still on hers, he kicked off his shoes and then his clothes. He grabbed her ass with both hands and she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. They’d done this so many times, she knew what he wanted her to do.
“Fuck,” she moaned and her head fell against his chest as he entered her.
No one could make love to her like he could. Not Luke, not Tom, not Josh. Not even close. Only this man. Her man.
“Look at me, Mia,” he ordered as he placed a bent finger beneath her chin, lifting her head so her eyes locked on his now dark, honey eyes. In one quick moment, she saw his love for her along with all of his frustration. At what, she didn’t know exactly.
“I love you, Ethan,” she blurted out, needing to remind him of that fact.
He slowed his movements, a smile teasing his mouth. “Oh, you do?”
Her head rolled back; the slow grind of his was torturous. With her eyes fluttering in pleasure, she moaned her answer. “Yes! I love you so much.”
She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him quickly, tugging on that fuller bottom lip of his.
“Don’t stop!” she begged as he picked up the pace again. “Please! Don’t ever stop!”
He chuckled softly against her mouth. “I’d love to do just that, suga. I could easily love you forever.”
“I’m glad we agree on that.”
Resting his forehead against hers, he stilled completely and gazed into her eyes. “I love you, suga,” he said finally.
Her deep sigh was full of relief. Whatever was wrong between them could be fixed, she knew it. They loved each other. He loved her. She couldn’t believe she had needed that declaration, but she was glad that she now had it and that gave her hope for her future.
“Show me, Ethan … please!”
He spun them around and laid her gently on the table that had just held the notebook she’d thrown at him. Taking her hands from his neck, he drew her hands in a wide arch above her head, holding them in place with one large hand. With his free hand, he pushed her sweater over the swell of her breasts and then freed them from her bra and the torture from his mouth was the sweetest feeling in the world. She could stay like this with him inside of her, sucking her nipples, forever, but that wasn’t in his plans.
He lifted his head from her breasts and locked his eyes on hers as he moved his hips, gradually increasing the pace, driving into her, until she was a moaning mess beneath him.
“You close, suga?”
“Yes! I need you to make me come. I need it. Oh, God, I need it …” she groaned as his slow strokes turned to pounding. Then his lips found hers as he filled her one last glorious time. She bucked upwards into him, her pussy spasming around his cock.
Letting go of her hands, he collapsed on top of her, his face nuzzling her neck. She held him against her, missing the feel of him inside of her, on top of her, enveloping her. She so desperately wanted to fall asleep just like this—completely content from the after sex bliss. Those moments after they’d made love some of her most peaceful moments.
“You should have gotten me from the boys’ room last night. We could have done this in a bed. Not to say that this wasn’t great. It was wonderful, but …”
“Mia, be quiet.”
“Sorry,” she sighed, feeling a little bit of the insecurity creeping back.
“No. I’m sorry. I was being a big baby. I was a fool for wasting away the time I could have spent with you. Now with playoffs here, it’ll be even harder to see you.”
“I happen to have the next four Sundays off …” she said, letting him put it all together.
“You do?” he asked, not hiding his surprise. How could he think I would miss his playoff games?
“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss the chance to cheer you on, and after that, I’ll be home with you for a whole month.”