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I close my eyes and brace for the inevitable but when I hear sipping, make that gulping, I open them again. Izzy reaches around me, slams an empty glass on the table and her fingers graze the hem of my waistline just above my belt, nearly coming in contact with my cock that I had to tuck into it, and her eyes pull slowly from mine before she makes her way to the bathroom.
I’m not dense. Crazy, maybe. Impulsive for sure. But not stupid.
And I follow her.
Chapter 3
Izzy
He’s following me.
I just implied that Ethan Savage’s crazy idea of going into the bathroom at Backporch to fulfill some fantasy of mine isn’t crazy at all and he’s actually following me.
Which means, we are actually about to do this.
There are two bathrooms, both single stalls with locks—kind of thatwe don’t care what you are just wash your handssort of thing—and I open the door to the one furthest down the hall. As if having sex or whatever we are about to do in a public bathroom is less promiscuous if you are closer to the kitchen than the dining room. I mean, there is an Emergency Exit back here too if things get wild.
God, I hope they get wild…
Ethan pauses for a moment and looks both ways with just his eyes before following me in locking the door behind him. Immediately the small room which is very fancy and very clean grows hot with our exhales as our jagged breaths fill the air.
“I don’t do this,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling. I’m wearing a strapless bra underneath yet even with the padding, my nipples are visibly hard. I know he sees them. The thirst in Ethan’s eyes tells me he sees them.
“Of course you don’t. You’re a good girl.” Ethan’s voice is raspy and it rubs over every nerve in my body like some sort of erotic sandpaper.
“I don’t mess around. Even in college. And I’ve certainly never done anything like this.” My heart is fluttering in my chest like the wings of a hummingbird and it’s making my voice breathier by the word.
“So you’ve never been with an older man before?” Ethan takes a step closer, closing the gap between us. Our bodies are almost touching—almost.If I even so much as changed my posture we would be pressed together.
I shake my head in response. Because what even are words right now?
“Have you ever wanted to?” Ethan’s hand draws up to take a strand of my hair between two of his fingers.
I lift my chin to look at him, swallowing hard as a response to the second question.
He asks a third. “You want to now, don’t you?”
I nod.
And with that, Ethan Savage, a man who is more of a man than anyone I’ve even touched, pulls me against him and covers my mouth with his.
I gasp into his mouth, a small moan escaping my throat. Because I have thought about this. Many, many times. And more than that, I have wanted it.God how I’ve wanted it.Ever since I was old enough to date, old enough to think about what being with a guy would be like, I noticed Ethan. And because I noticed Ethan, realizing he wasn’t just my dad’s friend, he was a man, it also set a bar for what a man is.
I didn’t want college boys. I didn’t even want someone in their thirties looking to settle down and have kids and adopt a Goldendoodle. I wanted a man.
I wanted Ethan.
I melt into his firm clasp, my body arching and softening against his toned torso.
“Fuck me, baby girl. You taste incredible.” Ethan groans into my mouth.
“Not too bitter?” I tease in reference to the Negroni I know he didn’t like.
“No, sweetheart. You’re sweet. Like peaches. God, do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?”
“About what?” I ask, raking my hands over his chest and abs as he devours my neck.
The things a man can do to your anatomy just by kissing your neck…