Getting out, I go around and find him wiping a bloody knife on the frozen grass.
“Everything good?” I ask and he comes to me, setting the knife down and taking me in his arms.
“Yeah. Just gotta make sure the bodies are burned and then we can head out.”
“Good. I’m hungry. Want to stop somewhere on the way home?”
He cocks an eyebrow. “You really have to ask? You know there’s one thing I always am.”
“Horny?”
His lips pull into a smirk. “I was going to say hungry, but when it comes to you, yeah. I always want to fuck you.” He moves my hair back and puts his lips to my neck. A shiver runs through me, but not from the cold.
“Mmhhh,” I moan, eyes falling shut. The same desperation from before crashes down on me, and I hook my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Ethan steps forward, pushing me up against the side of the Jeep. I widen my legs and let my hands fall down his sides and move one hand under his shirt. We’re on the opposite side, mostly hidden from view, but it wouldn’t take much for someone to look up and notice what’s going on.
“They could see us,” I breathe as Ethan sucks at my neck. My entire body starts to tingle.
“I know,” he growls, not caring. He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head to the side, further exposing my neck. He continues to kiss and suck at my skin while he undoes the zipper on my jacket with one hand. I lean my head back, resting it against the Jeep. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I pant, looking into his eyes.
“Then turn around.”
My head bobs up and down and I spin in his arms, breath hitching in my chest when I rest my hands against the cold glass window of his car. Ethan steps in closer, one hand on my waist and the other sweeping my hair back, exposing my neck again. His lips brush against my skin, causing goosebumps to break out along my flesh.
“Good girl.”
He pulls one shoulder of my coat to the side and puts his mouth to my skin, kissing and sucking at my neck. Red hot desire floods my body and my eyes flutter shut. Ethan closes the distance between us, hard cock pressing against my ass. He reaches around, unbuttoning my jeans, and slips his fingers inside, going right between my legs. A soft moan escapes my lips when his fingers sweep over my clit and I spin back around, unable to hold out any longer.
Wrapping my arms around Ethan, I urge him to me. We kiss, both desperate with our desire. It’s more than just a physical need, though my libido is demanding to come right now or I’ll run the risk of imploding here on the spot. But it’s how much I love Ethan, how much he just gets me.
“Ethan,” I pant, widening my legs. Without warning, he drops down, urging my pants along with him. He pulls one of my shoes off so I can remove one leg from the pants, making it possible to part my legs for him. I’m backed up against the Jeep, standing in the cold night air with just my shirt and coat on. Any one of the hunters could come around and see us, and the thought exhilarates me.
Ethan puts his head between my legs, kissing my inner thighs and teasing me with his warm breath. Slowly, he brings a hand up, fingers circling my entrance. I reach down, impatiently guiding his hand to me, but he grabs my wrist instead, holding it hostage and making me wait.
He turns his head up so his nose brushes against my clit and my lips part as I look down, eagerly waiting for Ethan to get to work. He’s damn good at what he does, and he knows he’s killing me by making me wait.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he moan s and lets his lips brush against me as he talks. He turns his head again, kissing my thigh once more. I’m getting closer and closer, and this time, if Ethan pulls back, if he tries to tease me again, I’ll push him away and finish myself because I cannot take another minute of this. My body is screaming, begging at me for a release.
“Ethan Bailey,” I pant, putting a hand on his head to keep his mouth between my legs. “If you…” The words die in my mouth as my head falls back. My lips part as the orgasm starts to roll through me, rocking my entire body. I take my hand off Ethan’s head and grip the door handle behind me, legs shaking so hard I’m about to fall. Ethan moves one large hand up, splaying his fingers over my stomach and pushing me back, helping me keep my balance.