The Witch Who Cried Wolf

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mia

  We didn’t talk much on the way back to my place. We opted to go there instead of Ethan’s. That way we wouldn’t have to worry about Nolan being there.

  How was I going to tell him? How could I put my feelings into words? He loved me. It was exactly what I’d dreamed of him saying. If it weren’t true, I didn’t want our relationship to revert to friendship mode after a few days. I wouldn’t be able to bear that.

  If he wanted to be with me, then we needed to know what we were to each other. I was scared he’d lose himself to the werewolf within, but...who knew? Maybe the Alpha’s son could help. He had seemed nice enough, after the initial trouble, that is. If he did help Ethan with his abilities, that would be one less worry.

  I’d know Ethan wouldn’t wind up hurting himself or others if he lost control. My brain went a mile a minute. I needed to stop thinking so much. I would only end up working myself up.

  We sat staring at one another. Ethan propped his arm on the back of the couch. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

  How did I even start? “I need you like I’ve never needed anything before.” I charged forward. If I stopped, I might not get the words out. “Things are over with Greg and me. He’s not in my life, and he shouldn’t have been there for as long as he was.” I fingered the hem of my skirt. “I’m not sure what we are to each other. You said you love me, and I love you, too. Are we...dating?”

  He blinked at me. Instead of answering, he pulled me into his lap, crushing his lips to mine. While we’d started our previous make-out session soft and gentle, nothing about this was slow. Passionate, needy: those were better descriptions.

  Ethan pulled back for a breath of air. “I don’t care what you call it: dating; in a relationship; boyfriend-girlfriend. What matters is that we’re together. And, Mia, Greg was wrong.” He nibbled on my neck, leaving delicious sensations behind. “I’ll never get tired of you. Not in two weeks or two years.”

  I shivered under his touch, wanting more. Those had been my fears. Ethan saying that made me relaxed. We weren’t going to burn hot and fizzle out fast. Smiling, I unbuttoned his pants, revealing black boxer briefs.

  He brushed my hands away before I could shove them aside. “Not so fast. I don’t want our first time to be on your couch.” Smirking, he carried me upstairs to my bedroom.

  “Fair enough. I just can’t help myself.”

  Since the last time he’d been here a few days ago, I’d made sure to keep my room picked up. No laundry lying around, dirty or not. He laid me out on the bed.

  Biting my lower lip, I groaned desperately, needing him inside me.

  Ethan ran his hands over my body, making me feel delicious and wanted. I arched my back as he slid his hands over my breasts, brushing his thumbs across my nipples. Moisture pooled between my legs. His nose twitched, and he ran his gaze down to my thighs. He slowly tugged at the waistband of my skirt as if I’d stop him.

  I tilted my hips up to help him get the offensive barrier between us off away from me. He threw the skirt on the floor, but he kept his hungry gaze fixed on me. He helped me into a sitting position and ran his hands under my shirt.

  Desire built inside me. The more we made out, the more I knew this time I wouldn’t be able to stop. This time, we wouldn’t need to stop.

  I freed the buttons from the loops on Ethan’s button-up shirt, revealing inch by inch his muscular chest. I wanted to run my hands over that hard expanse, memorizing each curve. When I finished unfastening it, I shoved the shirt from his broad shoulders. I wouldn’t be content until we were naked.

  Obviously, he felt the same way. We made quick work of the rest of our clothes. Being undressed in front of him wasn’t the least bit awkward. Then again, with his lips against my neck and trailing ever lower, I didn’t have time to feel that way.

  He spread my legs and slid a finger into my core. A jolt of electricity surged through me at the feel of him pressing it inside.

  “Ethan,” I moaned, grinding my hips against his hand. Any residual shyness I’d felt disappeared at the pleasure building within me. Something about him left me desperate for more. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him, even if we both lived until we were ninety years old.

  He pulled away after a few moments of thrusting his finger in me. “Are you sure about this, Mia?”

  “Yes! I need this.” I wanted to shake him. Could he really not know how much I was burning for him? But maybe he was just giving me a chance to stop him before we took things to the next level. It was good of him, but I knew fully well what we were doing. Stopping was the last thing on my mind.

  He hopped off the bed and dug into the pocket of his pants. When he came back, he wore a condom on his cock.

  I looked forward to exploring every inch of him. From the ravenous hunger in his eyes when I spread my legs wider, I suspected he echoed that sentiment.

  He covered my body with his, and I pulled him closer to claim his lips. I nibbled his bottom lip as the tip of his dick pressed against my entrance. My heart pumped in anticipation.

  He slid inside me, oh so slowly. With his size, it was for the best, but that didn’t stop my need to completely be filled by him. “You’re so tight, Mia. I can hardly control myself.”

  I ran my hands over his back, kneading the taut muscles. “Don’t hold back.”

  Raising an eyebrow, he eased out then thrust in a little faster, still careful. He withdrew again, then pumped his hips quicker. Each caress came quicker than the last, until he fell into a steady rhythm.

  I leaned my head back, unable to keep myself from moaning. The sensations racing through my body shook me to the core. What Ethan and I had was hotter, more magical, than anything I’d ever dreamed could be possible between two people.

  With each thrust, Ethan drove me closer to the edge. My thighs trembled for a moment before I came. I dug my nails into his back, clinging to the one person anchoring me from floating off in pure bliss. Waves of pleasure smashed into me over and over, as I screamed his name. Only Ethan’s sure, strong body kept me from drowning in our shared ecstasy.

  Groaning, he balanced on his elbows above me. “You’re so damn amazing, Mia.” He swept a few strands of hair off my face.

  I ran my hands over his short black hair and grinned. “I’m looking forward to doing that again.”

  “You’re not the only one, babe. So many positions, so little time.” He winked, and heat burned up neck to nestle in my cheeks.

  Oh, boy....