The girls next to us are screaming at each other. One of them bumps into my arm. But neither of us can take our eyes off the other. Under the heat from the lights and the steady pace we’re maintaining, I’m gasping for air. Or maybe Ethan is the one doing this to me.
My skin burns from the fire Ethan leaves in his wake. He pushes his hands down my body, feeling every curve. And I let him. Even though we should stop. We both know this is wrong.
When the song changes to a more techno beat, I move faster. Ethan dips his head down to brush his lips along my neck to taste me. His tongue lightly grazes my skin, and as he does this, his manly scent fills my nostrils. I drink him in and allow myself to sense and feel everything about Ethan.
Reaching behind me, I drag my fingers down his chest until I find his hard cock. Ever since I saw him naked this morning, I’ve wanted him. As much as I try to deny it, I’m only lying to myself. He grows harder for me, filling my hand, and does something I least expect. Ethan bites my neck, tugging at my flesh with his teeth.
At first, it hurts, but then I realize I like the pain. I want more. And Ethan gives it to me. My nipples are like daggers poking through the thin fabric of my shirt, and when Ethan slides his hand up my stomach to feel the tiny buds, I moan so fucking loud I feel self-conscious until I realize no one can hear me. No one cares that we’re practically fucking on the dance floor. Oddly enough, no one has recognized Ethan.
Sweat drips into my eyes and down my face. With the makeup and lights blinding me, I can hardly see the faces in front of me. So, I close my eyes and rest my head on Ethan’s chest. He’s so much bigger than me that no one can even see me, not with Ethan’s muscular frame covering me. Not when his hands and tongue claim me.
Ethan has his back to the balcony, providing us with some form of privacy from my brother. By now, Will must be busy with his hookup of the hour. At least we have that going for us. I
open my eyes to double-check, turning just enough to see past Ethan’s shoulder to search for Will. All good. For now.
After the song switches over to a faster, more upbeat tempo, the crowd changes with it. Everyone is moving so quickly their bodies and faces become one giant blur, a mess of hair and colors and swirled images. I’m not drunk, not even buzzed. Ethan has me high on him. One taste of what it would be like to be with Ethan is all it takes for me to get drunk on pleasure.
Ethan takes both of my arms and holds them behind my back, restraining me. I look up at him, lost in him and the moment and wishing it would never end.
Hours pass by whether I want them to or not because I have no concept of time. All I know is that my core has been aching with desire since we got on this dance floor, however long that has been.
Holding my arms with one hand, Ethan pushes the hair off my neck and cups my chin in his other hand. He plants a trail of kisses along my jaw before making his way to my mouth. As he pulls down my bottom lip with his thumb, Ethan wets his lips. And then he goes in for the kill as if he’s the predator, and I’m his prey.
His lips crash into mine with so much intensity and passion I almost lose my balance. But Ethan is there to catch me and pins me against his chest. He takes my lip and sucks on it, tugging at it with his teeth. I love the way he makes me crave this closeness.
When Ethan sweeps his tongue into my mouth, I melt into him, our bodies are fused together as one.
I’ve waited ten years for this kiss.
Ten years for this man to touch me in ways I’d only dreamed.
Ethan is no longer a dream, but the idea of us together is nothing more than a façade. Will would never be okay with us. So, we have tonight. One night to make up for the last ten years.
We stay this way until the strobe lights go out and the crowd dies down along with the music. Ethan finally lets go of me, holding me at arm's length. He studies my face and shakes his head. “I should have done that ten years ago.”
“Why did we wait this long?”
He frowns as if the Ethan I had all night is gone. “You know why.”
I nod. “Will.”
There’s nothing left to say.
Ethan leads me upstairs by the hand, his touch sending shockwaves throughout my body, followed by sadness. Now that I’ve had Ethan, I want more and reality sucks ass.
When we reach the top landing, we find Will making out with not one but two blondes in the VIP area. Bottles of alcohol are on the table, the floor littered with cups and shakers. What the fuck happened up here? One girl is grinding on my brother with his legs squeezed between her skinny thighs. And they’re both kissing the other girl.
“I think I’m gonna be sick.” I lean into Ethan and whisper, “Are they having sex?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Umm… I don’t think so. But who knows with your brother.”
“Maybe we should leave. This is nasty. I can’t stay here and watch my brother fuck random chicks in public. What the hell is wrong with him?”
They call him Romeo for a reason.
I turn on my heel, slipping away from Ethan, and he comes up from behind me. He grips my hips to keep me in place and leans down to speak against the shell of my ear, “I’ll take care of your brother. Don’t move, okay?”
I sigh. “Okay.”