down the beach and Ethan took her hand before walking back toward the house.
“As much as I would like to fuck you right here, I don’t want anyone else seeing what I get to see.”
They crossed the patio and Harper saw that his parents were gone, thank god.
He led her to a large bedroom, opened the door and then kicked it shut as he took hold of her with determination.
The dress he had picked out closed with a tie at the side and with one deft pull, he had it open. She was wearing a matching soft grey lace bra and panty set, also picked out by him. His gaze roved over her and hunger burned in his eyes when she shrugged the dress off her shoulders and it pooled at her feet.
“So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine,” he growled. He reached out and cradled the back of her head, pulling her in so that he could take her mouth again in a demanding kiss. He owned her mouth, taking what he wanted from her every time their lips met.
A whimper escaped from her throat and he swallowed it down as if he were a starving man. The hard tips of her nipples strained at the lace and she moved restlessly against his chest. She dug her nails into his sides, urging him closer even though nothing separated them.
If he did nothing but kiss her, she would die happy. But she wanted more.
So much more.
“Ethan, please…”
He pulled back enough so that he could look into her eyes, and the hunger she saw reflecting back took her breath away. His pupils were so big, so black, that there was hardly any color left.
She slid one hand down to caress the bulge in his pants and his jaw tightened. Lust flared in his eyes. “You want that?” he asked, his voice low and gravely.
“Very much. Please.”
She knew he loved it when she said please.
Raw desire crossed his face and he growled. “Tell me again.”
“Please,” she exhaled on a low groan. “I need you now.”
“Anything you want.” He swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed. His gaze bore into her and what she saw there took her breath away. And then she was falling again, falling with Ethan as he took her in more ways than one.
3
S un filtered in through sheer curtains as Harper’s eyes opened.
Ethan had his arm draped over her waist and she had one leg over his. Last night had been unbelievable. How every time with Ethan got better was beyond her. He’d wring out more orgasms than she could remember and when he finally sank into her, he took his time.
It had been different than their usual hard and fast, though it seemed much more intense. If she didn’t know better, she would swear that Ethan had made love to her last night.
At times, they’d made enough noise that she’d worried his parents might hear, even though they were in a distant wing of an enormous mansion.
Now she lay in his arms, curled up with him as long as she could before she really had to use the bathroom. As gently as she could, Harper slipped out from under his arm and padded to the en suite. The guest room was even more beautiful in the daylight, and the bathroom. God, she could live in there.
She eyed the walk in shower that could easily fit five people. Covered in mosaic stone tiles it had six jets and two huge rainfall showerheads in the ceiling. Plush white towels sat on the warmer and she ran her fingers over the warm cloth. Maybe Ethan would be up for a long shower when he woke up.
With a smile she took care of things and brushed her teeth. Her hair was all over the place and she couldn't fight the grin. Every minute she spent with Ethan was better than the last. And she had survived the grueling q&a with his father. Okay, maybe by blurting out that she was pregnant, but still…
They hadn’t kicked her out yet, so that had to be a good sign.
It occurred to her that maybe, maybe in time…things could even be okay between them. After her father did his time and there was some justice, and the baby was born, and time healed the fresh wounds…
Harper lifted her tank top