had on her hips stopped her. His fingers dug hard into her flesh and she cried out, not from pleasure but pain. The comforter muffled her scream. She turned her head to the side to take a deep breath. That’s when she heard his loud, ragged breaths. He was fighting something in his head, she knew it. But what?
“Ethan?” she called out again.
Her thoughts were stalled when she felt him slowly pushing up her nightgown, exposing her bottom to him. His hands spanned her ass and stalled, then his fingers pressed into the soft tissue. A tickle of fear raced through her body. The bed gave as he knelt behind her, his hands still gripping her ass, squeezing each globe hard, making Mia cringe at the pain.
He spread her apart with his thumbs and slid inside of her and she groaned loudly. After weeks of no sex with him, he was finally moving inside of her. She tried not to think about the fact that they had never had sex like this before. With Luke, yes. With Tom, yes. With Josh, yes. But never with Ethan. She didn’t know what to think, but her body responded. The fear disappeared and the pleasure steadily increased. Four weeks without him. She needed him, even like this.
He pounded her relentlessly, his hips slamming hard into her ass. His movements fast and furious, her orgasm came quickly—surprising her. She collapsed on the bed from the powerful explosion, her legs weak. He stopped and turned her over. She spider-crawled further up the bed and he was right there with her. Pushing her shirt higher, he exposed her breasts and captured one of the nipples in his mouth, making her scream at how good it felt. She pulled at his waist, wanting, needing him inside of her again.
“Please!” she begged him. He looked up from her breast.
“You want me?” he asked gruffly. She heard the doubt. Why was there doubt in his voice?
“Always,” she answered. “Come to me, Ethan.”
He left her breast and settled himself between her legs. She tried to sit up to face him, to kiss him, but he knocked her back to the bed, his hands near her collarbone, his fingers digging into the soft skin around her neck. He pushed himself inside of her and fucked her hard, his hands not leaving her body. Again, her body betrayed her, she was on the edge, just waiting for him to bang her over it.
“Can’t you feel how much I want you? God, I missed you so much,” she moaned as she felt another orgasm course through her. Knocking his hands aside, Mia pulled his head down to hers and she kissed him with all the love she had in her. “Come for me, Ethan,” she said, against his lips. “Please.”
With a loud, tortured groan, he came inside her. He stayed still for a short moment before he quickly rolled over to her side. She wasn’t taking this dismissal. It’d been weeks since she’d seen him.
She moved quick and straddled his waist, looking down at him. “What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked, her hands resting on his shoulders. He was about to open his mouth but she interrupted him. She knew what he was going to say. “And don’t say ‘nothing.’ I’m not blind.”
His mouth snapped shut and he actually glared at her. Her instincts were screaming at her that something major was wrong. If only they could tell her what it was …
“I know it’s not nothing,” she said, moving her hands to cup his face.
“I’m just glad you’re back. That’s all,” he said, looking anywhere except her face. Oh, God! He’s lying to me!
“You liar!” she hissed. “That’s not how you greet me when you miss me and you know it!”
“Stop pushing, Mia,” he said, clearly frustrated.
She swung her leg over him and sat on her side of the bed, staring at him, not believing that he’d blatantly lied to her like that. She feared whatever it was that was so obviously bothering him.
“It’s late. Come to sleep,” he said, opening his arm to her. She knew she wouldn’t sleep. Her body was wired. She needed out of here. Now.
“I’m actually wide awake. Still on Paris time.”
He dropped his arm and rolled over. “Whatever. I’m exhausted.”
His easy dismissal was hard to take. Nice welcome home, she thought miserably.
“I guess I’ll leave then,” she said, feeling hurt. He’d fucked her and wanted her gone. It wasn’t like he’d never fucked her before, but never