Page 24 of Enemy of My Enemy

Jack’s lips closed over Ethan’s. His hands slipped through Ethan’s wet hair and slid down his neck, down his back, and into the towel wrapped around his waist. A gentle tug, and the towel dropped to the floor.

Ethan’s arms wrapped around Jack, cradling him as Jack pulled their bodies close, until Ethan’s warm, naked body was pressed tight to his.God, I can never get enough of this. You’re perfect, Ethan. Perfect.

He turned Ethan, pressing the backs of his legs against their bed. Ethan collapsed to their mattress, his burning gaze fixed on Jack.

Jack tugged his tie free and started down the line of buttons on his shirt. His cock pressed against his suit pants, against his zipper, already hot and hard at just the sight of Ethan laid out.

“The president must like intense lovers. I’ve never had a lover more intense or more adventurous than Ethan. It was two days, a whirlwind weekend, but I can still remember it like it was last week.”

Stilling, Jack’s eyes shuttered closed as his breath faltered. Shirt open, his hands froze as he worked over the buttons at his cuffs. Another quote from the article slammed into him.

“Ethan’s a total top. 100%. He gave me the ride of my life, and I loved every minute of it. The president must love it, too. I mean, who wouldn’t love being topped by him? He’s so talented.”

“Jack?” Ethan’s voice, an edge of worry cutting through the husky depths.

That damn article. Ethan’s lovers, his past, reared in Jack’s mind. Brave words he’d spoken before, about the article having no impact on him. Five hours of dissecting each statement, seeing the words on repeat. Ethan’s past, his love life before Jack laid bare.

Was Jack really what Ethan wanted? Jack, a complete novice to Ethan’s world? He could hardly be described as adventurous in bed. He still didn’t know what he was doing, more times than not. His fumbles had to be so far from Ethan’s experiences, so incredibly far.

He wanted to be better. Wanted to give Ethan better. Wanted to be everything for Ethan. Wanted Ethan to be so damn happy with him.

Tearing the shirt free, Jack balled it up and threw it behind him. He hurried out of his pants and then crawled onto the bed, locking gazes with Ethan.

For every inch he moved up Ethan’s body, he dropped a kiss. A hot lick. A kiss bruise left on Ethan’s inner thigh. The bone of his hip. The muscle below his belly button. Gentle nibbles on each nipple. Fingers scratching down his ribs. Kisses rained down on his collarbone, up to his jaw, and behind his ear.

Shivering and shaking, Ethan was a mess of overwrought nerves and panting breaths when Jack finally pressed their bodies together, face-to-face. Ethan grabbed his waist and his thighs wrapped around Jack’s hips. “Jack, God, Jack…”

His words ignited a fire within Jack, an inferno of desire that burst from his heart.Please, yes, God, please, be mine. I want to make it so good for you, Ethan. So good for you.Never separating, Jack thrust against Ethan, their bodies sliding together. Ethan’s fingers dug into Jack’s waist and then his back, fingernails scratching over Jack’s skin on either side of his spine. Jack rocked faster, harder, driving his body into Ethan’s, groaning as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to Ethan’s neck and jaw.

“Love you,” Jack breathed. “Love you so much. I’ll make it so good for you. I’ll be good for you, I swear.”

Ethan moaned, and his fingers dug into Jack’s back. His hands slid down, curving over Jack’s ass, gripping tight.

Jack felt his orgasm building. A coil of heat, of tension. Curling around Ethan, his cock slid hard and fast against Ethan’s, hips grinding as he gasped into Ethan’s shoulder. His teeth closed around Ethan’s collarbone as his come swept through him and heat flooded between their bodies.

Beneath him, Ethan stiffened and his head arched back, the long line of his throat exposed as his Adam’s apple bobbed. Another flood of heat, sticky and wet on their bellies, as Ethan shuddered and his hands clenched on Jack’s ass.

Jack collapsed on top of Ethan as Ethan’s thighs splayed wide, his feet falling to the mattress. Heavy breaths filled their bedroom, exhausted pants as Jack rested his cheek on Ethan’s shoulder.

The words from Ethan’s past lovers kept repeating in his mind, clinging to his memory. Uncertainty hovered on the edge of his post-orgasmic lassitude, a tension that kept him conflicted.

Ethan’s hands slid up and down Jack’s back. “Jack… You already are good for me. You’re perfect for me.”

Jack pushed up to his elbows, hovering over Ethan. His chest clenched, his heart hammered, and his lungs seemed to stutter to a stop. Gazing up at him, Ethan’s eyes held what felt like the whole universe’s weight in love, a look so tender, so full of adoration and devotion, and all for him.

Not one of Ethan’s past lovers had ever said anything about Ethan’s eyes. Or said that when he looked their way, it seemed like the sun was shining in the sky just for them. Or spoke about how their heart seemed to stop and start with the brilliance of Ethan’s smiles. No one could describe just how perfect his laugh lines were, or how the memory of his kiss could stop them in their tracks.

No one else had ever felt that. Ever experienced that.

No one else had ever loved Ethan. Not like Jack loved him.

And Ethan… The way he talked about Jack. Was it possible? Out of everyone from Ethan’s past, was it possible that Jack was the man who had managed to capture Ethan’s heart? Capture his love?

How could he be that lucky?

“I am with you all the way,” Jack whispered as he pressed his forehead to Ethan’s cheek, his throat clenched tight. “All the way.”

They would make this work, damn it.