“Pretty good?”
The growl got lower, deeper, until she felt it pulsing in her core. “Excellent but I wouldn’t mind a repeat?”
Her stomach chose that moment to growl, and it wasn’t a small, ladylike noise, either. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“Did you eat anything at the event?” he asked.
She shook her head. She’d been too nervous beforehand and she’d basically ignored the offerings during the evening.
“Let’s order in.” He pulled out his phone and pulled up an app. “Pizza? Chinese?”
“You decide. You know what’s good around here.”
“Chinese.”
A few seconds later, he’d ordered. “The place is around the corner and they show up in like ten minutes. I always wonder if they’re just microwaving the stuff, but the food is really good.” He stood up and pulled on his pants. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the happy trail of hair that led into the waistband or the abs above it.
The man was spectacularly built and her mouth watered at the sight of him. Now that she knew what it was like to have him inside her, she couldn’t wait to do it again. Unfortunately, or fortunately for her stomach, he was right and the doorman called up before she could even process her thoughts.
They sat in the kitchen, her wearing a tee shirt and no underwear – because he wouldn’t let her put them back on – and they ate delicious dumplings, spare ribs, and a whole host of other items he’d ordered for them. By the time she was finished, not only was she full, she was yawning.
“Go on in. I’ll clean up and meet you inside,” he said.
“Are you sure? I can help.”
“I’ve got it.”
Thrilled he wasn’t rushing away from her, something she’d expected him to do the minute they’d finished having sex, she nodded and headed back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. While he cleaned, she heard his phone ring and him answer, taking the call, and though she hadn’t meant to, she fell asleep to the low rumble of his voice and the sounds of him cleaning up in the other room.
* * *
Sienna came awake to the distinct feeling of arousal, a heavy, delicious rush of warmth traveling through her veins, a pulsing deep in her core, and the heat of Ethan’s body pressed tight against her backside. Her nipples puckered to the caress of big hands wrapped around her breasts, fingertips pinching one of the tight buds until she squeezed her legs together and realized a hard male thigh was between them.
Still sleepy, she was more than aware of Ethan manipulating her body until his cock jutted between the lips of her sex and pushed inside her, filling her and making her whole.
She moaned at the delicious invasion, accepting him as he thrust into her from behind, his fingers still playing with her breasts, arousing her from both angles.
Now this was the way to wake up, she thought, as he began to slide in and out of her, the head of his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot at this new angle.
“Oh God.”
He pinched her nipples harder. “Come,” he whispered in her ear, and to her shock, her body began to ripple around him, waves of sensation sending her up and over into bliss.
He began to thrust and take his own pleasure, when suddenly a curse spewed from his throat. “Fuck.”
Next thing she knew, he jerked out of her and was coming on her back, jets of semen coating her in what felt like an erotic stream. He groaned through his release as she accepted the warm liquid on her skin.
“Shower,” he said gruffly, and picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her into the bathroom.
The shower was much like all of their interaction since he’d agreed to come into her apartment last night, quiet and intense, which pretty well described the man himself. This wasn’t an affair, it was a night of sex, and he was treating it as such.
She couldn’t say she minded, although the softer inside part of her wished he’d talk about himself. Tell her why he was so closed off and let her get to know him. Knowing that wasn’t what she’d agreed to, she forced herself to enjoy the here and now, fully aware going forward that one-night stands and sex for the sake of sex weren’t her cup of tea.
But she’d take every minute she could get with Ethan Knight before her plane took off later tonight.
* * *
Ethan wasn’t, nor had he ever been, a New York City sight-seeing kind of person. He didn’t care about seeing the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, or the new One World Trade/Freedom Tower downtown. But he had to admit, after giving Sienna the choice of what she’d like to do today, he was glad she’d decided on the more touristy activities than shopping on Fifth and Madison Avenues like Mandy would have done.