Ethan (Face-Off 5)

“Because you’re too curious, too interested in things that don’t concern you. That curiosity could get you killed. I don’t like it.”

“We’re only testing this out,” she reminds me. “Just sex, maybe more, which means you have no say in my life or how I run it.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I know you’re up to no good, and now I’m not letting you out of my sight. Got it?”

For once, she doesn’t challenge me. She simply nods.

Victorious, I smile. “Good girl. Let’s get this over with, so I can take you back to my hotel and fuck you until morning.”

She sticks her tongue out to wet her lips.

No answer is needed. We can communicate later in moans and grunts.

Chapter Twenty

Mia

The conversation I’d overheard at Old City Records was another bust. Nothing was out of the ordinary at Scores. I still can’t believe I allowed a stripper to talk me into learning how to give a lap dance. Ethan assured me it was a trick to get him to fork over more money. Well, it worked.

After my brother told me he was going home with Clarke, which wasn’t much of a surprise, I left the club with Ethan. Tonight is the night. Finally. The wait is over.

Ethan guides me off the elevator with his hand on my back. We walk down a lavish hallway and stop at the last door on the right.

He sticks the keycard into the tiny slot on the door and winks. “Don’t be nervous.”

I roll my eyes at him. “I’m not.”

“Stop biting your cheek. It’s a dead giveaway. For as long as I’ve known you, that’s always been your tell.”

“Well, the last time I checked, I’m not a poker player, and you’re not a mind reader.”

“Okay, smartass.” He opens the door for me and ushers me inside. “Let’s go. Get your sexy ass on my bed.”

Without another argument, I step inside the massive suite, staring in awe of my surroundings. Ethan grew up rich. He still has a trust fund from his grandparents, and now he has millions coming in from the Flyers. A hotel room like this is nothing out of the ordinary for him. But to me, this is as close as I’ll ever come to feeling like a princess. The open concept living room alone is bigger than my entire shithole apartment.

Ethan steers me through a set of open double doors that lead to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the massive bed. He stands between my legs and pushes on my shoulder. I peek up at him, my elbows digging into the soft mattress.

I have a feeling Ethan will be rough with me. My first sexual encounter with him was different from past men. N

o one has ever bit me or held my hands so I couldn’t escape. I liked it. A lot. And I want him to do it again.

Ethan bends down in front of me, his expression intense. “I promise to take it easy on you the first time. You can relax.”

I laugh. “I’m relaxed.”

A smirk turns up the right corner of his mouth. “You’re about to make every fantasy I’ve ever had come true.” He runs his fingers along my arm, leaving a trail of bumps along my hot skin. “My cock needs to be inside you, so fucking deep you feel me everywhere.”

I gasp at his words. This side of Ethan is so exciting my skin pricks with heat. Nervous energy dances along my skin, causing the anxiety to creep up from the back of my throat. I hadn’t expected to be this on edge, but everything needs to be perfect for my first time with my first crush. My first and only love.

My nipples harden to stiff points when Ethan dips his hand between my legs. He moves my thong to the side to roll his thumb over my clit.

“You like that?” His voice is deep, husky.

“Yes,” I moan, leaning my elbows back on the mattress.

Ethan drags his finger along my slick folds. I’m so wet my juices slide down my inner thigh. Ethan commits every feature to memory as he rakes over my breasts with a greedy look in his eyes. Licking his lips, he picks up the pace as his fingers slide deeper inside me.

He bends down to taste me, and our kiss only lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away, leaving me panting and wanting more. Ethan spreads me wider, his fingers so deep inside me I can feel him everywhere. So close to finding my release, my entire body trembles to the point Ethan has to grip my shoulder to hold me in place.