The moment I stepped into Ethan's apartment, the tension was electric. The air between us thickened as he shut the door behind me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my breath hitch.
"You took your time," he murmured, stepping closer, his fingers grazing my waist.
"I wasn't sure if I should come," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "But you did."
My pulse pounded as his hands slid up my arms, pulling me closer. "Ethan, we need to talk."
He exhaled sharply, his lips brushing against my jaw. "Talk later." His voice was low, commanding, dripping with intent. "Right now, I just want you."
I knew this was reckless. Every warning Olivia and Mia had drilled into my head was screaming at me to stop. But as Ethan lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom, all logic melted away.
The world outside ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in the fire that had been building between us for weeks. His touch ignited every nerve, his lips tracing a path of desire across my skin. My fingers tangled in his hair as he pressed me against the bed, his weight a comforting pressure. "Hazel," he whispered, his voice rough with need. "You're mine."
I should have questioned it, should have pushed back. But as his lips found mine, I surrendered completely.
His hands traveled lower, his fingers tracing slow, torturous circles on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My breaths came faster, and my body arched toward him instinctively. I needed to feel him, all of him.
He peeled off my dress slowly, his gaze drinking me in as if I were something to be worshipped. "You're so beautiful, Hazel." His voice was husky, filled with raw desire,ughh.
I let my hands explore him too, running over the hard planes of his chest, the taut muscles beneath my fingertips making me ache for more. I pressed my lips to his neck, trailing soft kisses down his collarbone as he groaned, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
The night unraveled between us in waves of pleasure and whispered names. Each kiss, each touch, drew us deeper into something neither of us could control. The heat between us was unbearable, consuming, like a wildfire neither of us wanted to put out.
His name left my lips in breathless moans as he moved with purpose, his body fitting perfectly against mine. The world outside blurred, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Ethan pulled me even closer, his lips hot against my ear. "I never want this to stop."
And neither did I.