Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,299

the Montague’s and Capulet’s right now and everyone knew how that story ended, no matter how hard Romeo and Juliet tried to be together.

But Harper was tired of feeling like shit. She was tired of feeling all the bad things, honestly. The ups and downs of the past few months were taking a toll and right now, in Ethan’s arms, she wanted to forget about everything except him. He made her feel wanted. Special. Worth more than a reluctant ally to pull out and use when needed.

She shifted on his lap.

Between her legs she felt him grow harder and heat spread through her body, centering on that one spot that pulsed with need. Her nipples tightened when she rocked her hips and he sucked in a harsh breath. His fingers tightened at her waist and the other hand slid around to her chest.

Tonight she just wanted.

When he brushed over the rigid peak through her thin cotton shirt, she arched and moaned. There was so much unknown spread out in front of them, but this, the way he made her feel, was real. And she wanted it. She wanted him.

“Ethan,” she said on a soft groan.

He shifted, pressing his cock harder against her center and moved her hips back and forth, grinding her onto him. “That sexy little moan you make drives me fucking crazy,” he growled in her ear.

Then his hands dug into her hips and held her in place while he rocked up against her center. The thin cotton of her yoga pants did nothing to dull the hard denim bulge she was practically riding now.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, resting her hands on his shoulders to brace herself over him. In this position, she was a little higher than Ethan so she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

His tongue swept into her mouth and he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her tight against his chest. Locked into place she couldn’t move and a frustrated whimper bubbled from her throat. He swallowed it with a groan.

He devoured her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside with broad hard strokes. Harper tried to move her hips, to ease the ache that was pulsing between her legs but he held her firm. She growled and the damn man chuckled before pulling his head back and burying his mouth in her neck.

His teeth nipped along the sensitive column, making her entire body break out in goose bumps. When she tried to move her legs, his arms locked her tighter against his body. He held her immobile, running his teeth then his tongue over her neck, up under her ear.

“Damn you,” she panted. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get any friction where she needed it. She was hot and wet and so ready for him. “Ethan, please.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “So sweet.” He dragged his lips back to her mouth and took hers in a hungry, toe curling kiss. “Maybe we should go to the bedroom?” he managed to get out.

If he didn’t do something right now, anything, she was going to go out of her head. Her skin felt too tight and every time he touched her with his lips, she thought she was going to implode. He held her pressed down against his straining cock and it was enough to make her eyes roll back but not enough come like she wanted to.

“Right here, right now.” She pulled her head back and met his stare. His eyes were dark and heavy lidded, filled with barely controlled lust. It made the ache throb harder. “Please.”

“You made me wait when I texted you before. Maybe it’s time for some payback.” He lifted his hips and rocked just a couple of times before stopping. The evil light in his eyes made her grind her teeth. He was playing with her and she wanted to strangle him. And ride him like there was no tomorrow.

“Or maybe we can both stop playing games and see what happens,” she told him.

His dark chuckle only fueled the fire burning in her gut. Fine, he wanted to play dirty, she would play dirty. She leaned away from him just enough to reach the hem of her shirt and before he knew what she was doing, pulled it over her head. She hadn’t put on a bra earlier. Her nipples tightened as they brushed over his shirt covered chest and she arched back, dragging them back and forth slowly.

“Christ,” he muttered, his dark gaze lowering.