Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (Starcrossed #4)(20)

A low moan echoes in his throat, and it breaks the last thread of my self-restraint. Within seconds, I'm unbuttoning his shirt with clumsy, rough fingers.

"Ethan, you're my one and only, too. And that's why I need you to take away this ache inside me. Now, please."

His hands become rough and needy. "You're okay doing this with my family downstairs?"

"As long as they don't walk in on us. Will they be suspicious that we've been up here for so long?" I tug the last button free on his shirt and rip it open before kissing his neck.

His entire body goes rigid with pleasure.

"Cassie," he moans as I steadily work down to his chest. "The number of f*cks I give about anything that isn't your mouth right now is in negative digits."

I spin him around so his back is against the door. "Good. Because I've been waiting for this all night."

He buries his hands in my hair as I cover his body in kisses. Lips, tongue, and light teeth travel over the planes of his chest and down his abs. I use my hands to explore all the areas where my mouth isn't, and it's not long before his pants are hanging open and I'm sliding my hand into his boxers.

"Jesuuuus. Cassie ..."

He squeezes his eyes shut and leans his head back against the door as I stroke, applying firm pressure. He's so lost in what I'm doing, he doesn't even notice me sinking to my knees until I take him in my mouth. Then his eyes snap open, and the muscles in his jaw clench as he stifles a moan. Keeping quiet is never easy for either of us, but I can tell he's trying. I understand why. It's one thing for his family to suspect we're up here screwing each other's brains out. It's another for them to get vocal confirmation.

As I continue to suck, I can tell it's getting more difficult for him to stay quiet. When I add my hand to the mix, he lets out a loud grunt.

"Shhh. If I have any chance of looking your family in the eyes when we get back downstairs, they can't know what I'm doing right now. If you can’t keep quiet, I'll have to stop."

He looks down and wraps my hair around his hand. "If you stop, Santa will put coal in your stocking instead of the raging orgasm ordered from your fiancéee. Better not risk it."

Now, there's an effective threat. I go back to work but make sure to keep Ethan's gaze the whole time. I know how much that drives him crazy.

He watches in wonder as he slides in and out of my mouth, and when the urge for him to make noise becomes unbearable, he pushes air out between his lips on an extended, "Ffffffffffff."

"Are you trying to tell me something, Ethan? Ffffff, what?"

He pushes out a breath as he leans his head against the door. "Ffff*ck!"

Fast as lightning, he picks me up and throws me onto the bed. We both ignore the loud crash when I land. The dark mischief in his eyes makes me scurry back toward the headboard as he advances on me.

"Underwear off," he says in a dangerous tone that makes me shiver. "Now."

Yes, sir.

I barely have time to slide off my thong before he's pushing up my dress and pressing me down into the mattress.

I grip the duvet as he teases me with his fingers.

"Honestly," he says, "I'd like to spend some time with my face buried between your thighs, but I know the clock is ticking. In a few minutes, Mom will call out that dessert is ready, and when that happens we'll have about ninety seconds to plant our asses in our chairs before she comes looking for us."

I pull him closer. "Well, by then, I plan to be neck deep in a post-orgasm high, so you'd better get to work, lover boy."

A growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls down his jeans and boxers and settles between my legs.

"Grab the headboard and hold on," he says. "Because this could get rough."

I do as he says, and then, with impatient hands, he grips my hips and pushes into me.

Dear God in Heaven. I'll never get tired of how it feels to have him inside me. He grunts as he presses all the way in, and the sensation of being filled so completely makes me gasp.

"Don't ever doubt that you're my one and only, Cassie. Never doubt it again."

Then he starts to move, and even though his usual technique is to take his time with my pleasure, that's not what this is. When we get home, I know he'll make love to me for hours, but right now, we need to f*ck. And judging from Ethan's dark determination, he aims to put everything with Vanessa firmly in the rearview mirror and reclaim me in the most primal way possible. Prove to me that as far as he’s concerned, no other woman exists.

His intensity takes my breath away.

As he slides in and out, hitting a little harder each time, I squirm beneath him in an attempt to bring him deeper. I'm trying to be quiet, but despite my best efforts, my moans are escalating in pitch. When Ethan speeds up, I have to clench my jaw to stifle the sound. He helps by filling my mouth with his tongue.

I kiss him greedily, not even caring when moans spill out as his thrusts hit my sweet spot.

"Ethan! Oh, God ..." I'm whispering, but I might as well be screaming. He knows the edge in my tone. The plaintive, desperate plea. He slides one hand under my ass to get a better angle, and then I'm a helpless passenger on the train to O town. I throw my head back as our hips connect, again, and again, and again, and when I'm hovering on the edge, I can't resist sliding a hand between us to launch myself all the way over. It only takes a few seconds before I'm gone. I stop breathing when my orgasm hits, and Ethan grabs the headboard in desperation as I arch beneath him. His thrusts get faster and more erratic until his entire body tenses up, and when he comes, he presses a long, strangled moan into my neck.