getting pretty tired of those angry eyes of his.
Todd leaned in so he could be heard, his mouth near her ear. “Everyone has noticed. Go fix it.”
“After this drink,” Mia said, lifting the glass in the air. Todd shook his head and snatched the drink from her and proceeded to down it himself.
“Go. Now.”
In shock, she watched as he slammed the empty on the bar. Turning to face her, he placed his hands on her hips. She looked into those light green eyes and saw his concern. Mia had expressed her fears to him about her marriage. He knew pretty much everything about what was and wasn’t going on with her and Ethan.
“Don’t play around, Mia. Go after him.”
And with a push from Todd, Mia went to search for her husband who had now disappeared. Great.
She caught Ethan walking out the doors towards the golf course. She hurried after him and finally cornered him by the stairs leading to the golf course.
“You going to talk to me at all tonight?” she called out, slowing her steps to him, waiting for a response.
He didn’t say a word and continued to stand against the railing and looked out at the club.
“Ethan?” she pressed, moving closer to him, needing to speak to him, be near him.
“What, Mia?” he responded, his annoyance loud and clear in his voice.
“I’m sorry.”
“Whatever. I’m over it,” he said, clearly anything but because he was still not looking at her.
“Eth—”
“No!” he yelled, finally turning towards her.
She got in his face, her body almost touching his, getting in his space, and boy, did that turn her on. Just being this close to him, even in anger, lit her up.
It did the same to him.
He grabbed her arms and kissed her—hard. Spinning her around, he pushed her into the stone wall, the only pause in the kiss was the umphf of her breath as she hit the wall. The punishing nature of the kiss made her ache for her husband, more than she already had.
“Stop ignoring me,” he said like a curse, holding her against the stone wall of the staircase, his hands still on her forearms and his hips pressed into hers, his hard cock straining the fabric of his dress pants.
“I’m not!”
“Fuck, Mia, I’m not stupid.”
“I’m not ignoring you!” she shouted, wanting to pound on his chest. “I sought you out because you were ignoring me. I’m here. Right in front of you. Waiting for you to fuck me.”
With those last words, his eyes changed, gone was the anger, hunger now in its place. She needed them to connect and right now this was the surest way.
“You want that, don’t you?” she asked, latching on to that change in his demeanor. “To lift up my skirt and fuck me on these stairs? To hear your name fall off my lips as you make me come? That’s it, right? I can’t ignore that. Neither can you,” she said, rubbing her leg between his, right up against his unforgiving hardness.
She strained her head to move closer to him. “God, Ethan, do it.”
With a growl, he let go of her arms and his hands made a beeline for her skirt. Pulling it up, he exposed her to the warm summer air. His angry movements changed. His fingers tickled their way along her thigh before they headed between her legs, rubbing hard against her panty-covered pussy.
How was it that just a touch from this one man could reduce her to this moaning, needy woman?
“You’re so wet, suga,” he said, his breath hot against her face as he pressed his finger on her clit, making her legs tremble. “Is that for me?”
Mia whimpered as he continued his full-out assault on her clit.
“Is it?” he asked, putting even more pressure on that small nerve factory of pleasure.
“Of course. Only for you.”
“That’s right,” he said, changing tactics and pushing down her panties. “Mine,” he said as he shoved a finger inside her and he had her so wound up that she spasmed around him, her fingers digging into his biceps as she came hard. She was so wet now that she felt it making a trail down her leg.
Mia squirmed against his hand as she tried to unleash his cock. “Please,” she begged.
“Say it,” he ordered and she knew exactly what he wanted to hear. She had no problem with saying it because it was the truth.
“I’m yours.”
The sound of his zipper opening had her moaning a curse in relief. He’d make the ache disappear—the ache