Chapter 134: I Want It All With You
ELLIE
“What are you doing?” I whispered as he finally set me down in the dark space between the staircase and the stone wall outside the hotel’s entrance.
Without answering, he knelt before me, and panic surged as I realized his intentions. Oh, my God.
“Are you crazy? Someone might see us,” I whispered, glancing around to see if anyone was nearby.
“Then you’d better stay quiet,” he whispered back, his fingers slipping under my dress, gliding along my legs, sending a shiver through me.
“We can’t do this here.” I tried to push his hands away, unsuccessfully, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins, making my heart race.
Guests and staff were moving through the front courtyard ahead, coming and going from the garden, and someone could descend the stairs above us at any moment.
“Ethan, we’ll get kicked out.”
Ignoring me completely, he lifted my dress just enough to place my leg over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs.
The moment I felt his tongue slide between my folds, panic seemed to dissipate, along with my reason, giving way to pleasure.
I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle a moan, feeling my body tremble and my nipples become sensitive.
The sensation of his wet, warm tongue gliding and pressing against my clit nearly drove me insane. But I couldn’t let him continue—not here.
“Please, stop,” I pleaded softly, on the verge of losing control.
Sealing his lips around me, he sucked hard, making me arch my back, then licked again.
He repeated the sequence, even more ravenously, leading me to think he would simply ignore my request, but his tongue disappeared shortly after.
“Do you really want me to stop?” he whispered after standing up, locking eyes with me, and moving his hands to my ass.
I couldn’t see his eyes clearly in the dark, but I could feel the desire in his tone and the way his fingers pressed into my skin.
“No… but we can finish this in the room.” I managed to say, nearly breathless.
“Yes, we can. But it wouldn’t be as exciting, would it?” he teased, lifting me and wrapping my legs around him. “And you wouldn’t be this turned on…” he whispered against my lips, pressing my back against the wall. “So wet…” he growled softly, squeezing my ass. “I can’t wait, but I promise I’ll be quick.”
“Ethan…”
“Trust me,” he whispered, using one hand to undo the tie at the neckline of my dress.
Sliding one strap off my shoulder, he leaned in to take one of my breasts into his mouth, while simultaneously beginning to rub himself between my legs.
Despite the fear, I couldn’t resist. I surrendered to the sensation caused by the contrast between the heat of his lips and tongue and the cool night air hitting my skin.
Struggling to suppress my moans, I lost myself in his hungry lips, trailing up my neck, kissing, biting, and teasing, until they found mine, making my reason vanish.
His tongue dominated mine, and before I knew it, he was sliding inside me, hard and huge, moving slowly and sensually.
“Fuck… you feel so fucking good, baby,” he growled against my lips, sinking in completely.
Unable to hold back, he increased the pace, thrusting his hips rapidly and wildly, punishing my insides.
Breathless and struggling to stifle my moans, I tightened my legs around his hips, trying to hold on.
Consumed by the growing sensation dragging me to the edge, I wanted to scream and moan, unsure how much longer I could keep the sounds trapped in my throat.
Using his lips to muffle our moans in a deep, lingering kiss, he quickly brought us to the brink, just as he had promised.
With a thrust deeper and more brutal than the last, he pulled back just enough to whisper, “Come for me, beautiful.”
And as if his words had power over my body, as if they were exactly what I needed to overflow, I collapsed, feeling my insides contract and pulse frantically around him.
Taking my lips again to muffle his moans, he thrust hard one last time, digging his fingers into my skin before exploding, joining me.
“I told you it’d be quick,” he said seconds later, still catching his breath. “We can go back now.” He kissed my forehead, allowing me to place my feet on the ground.
“Okay, just give me a minute,” I murmured, making him laugh.
After regaining strength in my legs and adjusting our clothes, Ethan took my hand, leading me back to the garden.
“I thought you weren’t a fan of quickies,” I teased, noticing the smirk that hadn’t left his lips as we returned to our table.
“The night’s just getting started, baby. And I thought you’d want to spend more time with our friends while you can still walk,” he teased back, making me roll my eyes.
Focusing on our table, I noticed Jason and Phillipa’s seats were empty, but I soon spotted them. They were dancing to the soft, slow music that was playing, just like a few other couples.
“Where have you been?” Rosie asked as we approached the table.
“Just taking a walk,” Ethan replied, trying to sound indifferent.
“Sure,” she said, trying to suppress a smile and exchanging a look with Neil that told me she didn’t believe it for a second.
“Come on,” Ethan said, taking my hand again and pulling me toward where the others were dancing.
Stopping in a more open space by the lake’s edge, he grabbed my waist, pulling me closer.
“You want to dance? That’s surprising,” I teased, laughing and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“For a scientist, you’re pretty slow sometimes.”
“Hey!” I smacked his chest, making his smile widen.
“Still haven’t figured it out, Brown?” he pulled me closer. “I want it all with you,” he said, holding my gaze and making my heart melt.
“I love you,” I whispered as he rested his forehead against mine.
“Not more than I love you,” he murmured, kissing me gently as we were enveloped by the rhythm of the music.
Resting my head on his shoulder, swaying slowly, I knew this would be a memory I’d never forget.
His words, his scent, and the care in his touch would forever be etched in my memory, just like many other moments from this trip and this magical night.
✽
After finishing breakfast—which doubled as lunch since we had woken up late—we called to wish our friends a happy New Year, who were still celebrating in Manhattan, and then loaded our bags into the car before heading back to London.
Resting in Ethan’s lap as he played with my hair in the back seat, I was still trying to recover from the hangover. I would definitely need a few more hours of sleep to recharge.
Perhaps also due to the alcohol, part of last night had become just a blur in my memory.
I didn’t remember much of what happened after we practically had sex at the hotel’s entrance and danced to that slow song.
Basically, that’s all I could remember—laughter and more wine with our friends, and then more wild sex in the room. The night had been unforgettable—even though I could barely remember parts of it.
✽
After tossing our bags into a corner, Ethan and I went straight to bed when we got to his apartment.
We spent nearly the entire afternoon sleeping, and I would’ve stayed in bed if he hadn’t practically forced me to get up to go to the gym.
Seriously, who goes to the gym on the first day of the year?
Maybe someone with abs so ridiculously chiseled it looked like he’d walked off the cover of Men’s Health.
Damn. I guess that was the price I had to pay for dating the school heartthrob while being just a nerd.
“Ice cream?” he asked, stopping beside me while I held the freezer door open. “You think that’s ideal post-workout food?”
We’d decided to stop by the market after the gym since there was nothing to eat at his place for dinner.
Giving him a death glare, I grabbed the biggest tub I could find in the freezer and slammed the door shut.
“I thought a scientist would be more mindful of her diet,” he teased, making me want to kick him in the balls.
“If I were you, I’d move that healthy, muscular ass out of my way before I kick it,” I warned.
“You’re even more delicious when you’re a little pissed,” he whispered with a satisfied grin, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. “I’m grabbing a bottle of wine. Be right back.”
Staring at his perfect ass in those sweatpants as he walked away, I came to the conclusion that the sacrifice was worth it.
“Excuse me?” a female voice called out, snapping me out of it and wiping the smile off my face.
Turning around, I found myself face-to-face with a blonde woman with brown eyes, a few inches taller than me.
“Can I help you?”
“Sorry, I just thought I saw someone with you… an old friend, actually.”
Old friend? Giving her a quick once-over from head to toe, I didn’t need much more to assume what old friend meant in this case.
“So, are we feeling a Pinot Noir or—” Ethan’s voice echoed again from the hallway behind me, trailing off the exact moment he realized I wasn’t alone.