Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I’m waiting outside of Ethan’s office, fidgeting my fingers together in front of me. I can’t stop thinking about what I overheard. One of the gossip girls in my last class was in my chemistry class, and she was telling someone else that Aiden was leaving school because he's in the hospital. They were saying that he’d been in some accident, but Aiden’s only accident I knew of was fucking with me when Ethan was there to save the day. I’m worried about the whole affair — and I know maybe it's wrong but I’m actually worried for Ethan. I remember his knuckles and think that I should maybe feel bad for Aiden. But fuck that. He maybe got more of the shit beat out of him more than he deserved, if he’s in the hospital, but I just don’t want Ethan to get in trouble. Perhaps I should be frightened by him. But I want Ethan now, then, more than ever.

When I hear the clicks of his shoes heading toward his office, the dizzy sensation that sweeps over me almost knocks me over. The low heat burning in my stomach makes my cheeks heat. I look into his eyes, seeing the green glint along with the deep, rich brown of his eyes. The slight graying in his dark hair only makes Ethan look every bit as dignified as he is. The strength of his jawline makes me want to reach out and touch his face.

His is the first hands to extend, touching my hand softly. Not for any real reason, I suppose, other than to feel what he must be feeling too. The electric current between us.

“Hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Ethan says with a mischievous grin. I don’t know what to read into that, but I enjoy it all the same.

“Not much,” I say, suddenly out of breath. “Did you really get Aiden expelled?” I have to ask. I feel like if I don’t say something now then I’ll forget everything and just press my hands against his chest to feel him again. The idea of Ethan’s warmth beneath his shirt, making contact with my palm, well, I think that would just about knock me out. The idea makes my pussy ache with need.

“Please, step inside,” Ethan says. Despite the words, his tone is commanding. Ethan never asks a question without the answer being only part of the inquiry. Right now, there’s no question at all, but an order.

And like every order he offers me, I’m desperate to obey. Ethan gives me feelings I don’t understand and I can’t begin to ignore.

I step into his office and I realize this is the first time we’ve ever been truly alone. I close the door behind us.

Ethan is standing just inside the doorway, close enough for my shoulder to brush his when I turn around. Shivers run up my spine at the close contact.

“Did you know Aiden’s in the hospital?” I repeat the gossip, but state it as fact. I can interrogate relatively well, even if I’m not a pro like Ethan at getting the truth.

“He deserved worse for touching you,” Ethan says under his breath, almost like he didn’t mean to say the words. I could've missed them because he said them so lightly. “Yes,” Ethan says, pressing his lips together. He exhales. “Does that frighten you?”

Another question, fully loaded.

The double shot of question he offers up goes right to my belly. “Yes,” I say, my eyes on his shoes, in front of me but between my own legs, the way we’re standing. My heart, my skin is all fluttering. A nervous, anxious tide runs through me. “No,” I say now. I look up at him. “Why would you do so much for me?” I ask, and my question is at once purely what I need to know, coming from my mouth before I knew my voice was acting again, and has its own rider — I want to know where he is concerning me, period.

“The past repeats, and I seek to be a better man…but that’s not really all that’s changed,” Ethan says.

His cryptic remarks twist my stomach up more, make my breathing shallow, and then he fingers a tendril of my loose waves next to my face.

“My mother mentioned you were friends…are friends?” I say. I don’t even wish I hadn’t brought up my mother, even though the only real thing on my mind is Ethan. I crave him more than oxygen, and I feel so deprived, like I’ve never seen the sun. I want to burn with him.

Ethan laughs, a sound without a smile. The laugh doesn’t meet his eyes, there’s no joy in that laugh. Pain. More cryptic memories dredged up from the past. He steps closer to me, dropping the lock of hair and brushing his fingers against my jawline. “Perhaps we can be friends,” he says in a low, sensual voice.

My pussy is on fire right now. The ache of my nipples is vicious, harsh against the fabric. If I stepped just a breath closer, I’d be brushing them against him. The idea is so tantalizing that I hope that large breath I suck in will do the dirty work for me. “I know what you really mean. I like your games…but

that’s not what I want to play right now,” I say, surprising myself.

Then again, I may be a virgin and I may not be a social butterfly, but I'm damned ambitious. I go after what I want, and I go after it hard.

I step closer to him, deleting the space between us to feel his hardness press against me, for my nipples to brush against the firm wall of his chest. I gasp, my heart plummeting to my stomach at the sensation of further contact. “I want you,” I say. It's somehow the filthiest, best sentence I've ever uttered. I hear wings and velvet behind my mind, the sound of clothes dropping and lips making contact. If Ethan doesn’t kiss me, I will kiss him.

The idea of kissing Ethan, pouring all this need bubbling and boiling inside me into him, makes me ache. I stand on my tiptoes, my hand touching his where it lingers on my face. I pull his fingers to my lips, kissing the fingertips, and then I press my lips to his bottom lip. Then I sweep my lips over Ethan’s upper lip, and I finally close my lips over his, taking his mouth as mine.

But whatever passion I have is exponentially multiplied in his movements. First Ethan traps my head in his hands and kisses me so fervently that my feet drop to the ground. I’m pressed helplessly against him. I can’t breathe, and I inhale him, our lips dancing together, tongues against tongues. His claiming kiss, his possessive hold, makes my brain melt in the fire erupting over my skin.

Never did I think a kiss could so utterly capture me and draw out every ounce of pleasure in my body like this one has. My pulse is fast, the needle of the pace ready to crack glass inside me. Because I’m shattered at Ethan’s kiss. One of his hands drops down to dip under my shirt. His fingers against the small of my back make me shiver with need.

“Emmaline, fuck,” Ethan says in a low, dangerous voice. I can feel the heat of the moment pulling us into something wicked. The spiraling, pooling vortex of heat sucking us in makes the air crackle with the raw lust, and I know there’s no stopping this now.

His mouth is on my neck, and I pull him close in my arms, moaning at his every touch. I feel him bring his lips lower, sliding into my shirt, under my bra strap. Every little invasion with and pressing of his lips to my skin makes the pressure inside my stomach even more intense. It builds low in my belly and feels like a hot river of lust sliding down my pussy. I ache for him. It literally hurts, I need him so bad, and I cry out when his teeth contact my skin. “I need you so much,” I whimper. “Please, please,” I groan.

Ethan

Emmaline is begging me, and she has no clue how much she’s waking the beast within me. I’m charming when I need to be, and that’s who I’ve been now. I told myself I’d resist her.

Not a fucking chance.

Emmaline is mine now.