throat. Ethan grabbed her hips and drove upward as she clenched around him. “Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck. Fuck.” His breathing grew harsher and his face was all hard lines and tense muscles. She dropped her hands to his shoulders and bucked on him. Fissures of pleasure burst through her body and holy hell; she could feel it building again. She whimpered. Ground herself onto him and rocked her hips faster. He held her down against his hips, his entire length buried in her hot body as she moved back and forth. She felt him grow thicker; harder. “Oh god, Ethan,” she panted. “Don’t stop, please.” He pulled her against his chest, anchoring her there on top of him as he kept thrusting upward. Harper buried her mouth in his neck, sucked and bit and kissed. Ethan surged, growling low in his throat, and kept up the relentless rhythm. Pressure built inside her. She dragged her lips up over his hard jaw until she found his mouth. Ethan drove his fingers into her hair, tightened them and held her head still. He kept her there, his eyes devouring her and she sank into the dark depths. Need spiraled faster and faster until she was once again poised on the brink. “Ethan.” His name broke free from her lips and his eyes went almost black. “Harper,” he growled and the sound sank down into her bones. The tension inside her broke free and she arched back, clenching around his cock as it throbbed, pulsed inside her. Light exploded behind her eyelids and pleasure so sweet it hurt filled her body. He thrust up once, then twice and froze, emptying inside her. Their groans mixed together and filled her living room. Warm air brushed over her lips with each of his harsh breaths. Harper leaned forward and rested her forehead against his. His eyes were so blue that she got lost in them for a few seconds. “This really shouldn’t be this good,” she whispered. Ethan slid his hand up and down her back and tilted his chin enough so that he could press his lips against hers. The kiss was soft, slow and gentle unlike the frenzy that had just filled them both. “But it is,” he said against her mouth. She settled against him, not ready to pull away just yet. This closeness was what she needed right now and he gave it to her. After a few moments, Ethan pressed a kiss to her neck. “I don’t regret anything that’s happened between us,” he said. “Anything.” Warmth spread through her chest. Ethan had a way of making her forget everything except how good he felt inside her and knowing that he wanted this, that he wanted everything to be happening the way it was despite the complications, only made her want to hold onto him tighter. “Thank you for telling me that. Thank you for being here.” Ethan leaned back so that he could look her in the eyes. One hand cradled her face and he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. She couldn’t help but to lean into his touch. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere and we’re doing this together. Okay?” “Okay.” Harper swallowed the lump in her throat and laid one hand over his. A smile curled her lips up. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all.
* * * E than was in the shower . Harper had already taken one and had changed into shorts and a t-shirt. Everything felt different now, somehow. Better. Of course it’s better. He said he would be here for you. He said he’s not going anywhere. Hearing the shower running and knowing that Ethan was in there, in her apartment, made her entire body grow warm with gratitude. She felt protected…safe…for the first time in a very long time. Her hand went to her stomach, not for the first time, and she smiled to herself as she lay on the couch and watched TV. Already, Harper was looking forward to when Ethan came out. She wanted to see him, talk to him, hear his voice. Later, there would be cuddling and sleeping together in the same bed. Waking up in the morning together. How many more mornings