Inferno by Casey Lane Page B

especially when I had no idea how Ethan felt. 
    “He has tracked your every move since you walked through that gate.  And he was thirty seconds away from storming the table earlier when you were upset.”
    Before I could form a rebuttal, the man himself approached.  His eyes did a quick sweep, stopping momentarily on his sister, before landing back on me.  Sophia gave me a look that clearly said, I told you so.
    His piercing eyes gave the feeling that he had a direct line to my soul.  “Having a good time?”
    “Absolutely, the girls were just regaling me with stories from your youth.”
    “Don’t believe a word they say.  Liars, every single one of them,” he said with a wink.  He extended his hand to me asking, “are you ready to go home?” 
    It took another fifteen minutes to say our goodbyes, with me promising Elle that I would visit soon, before we were able to leave.  Ethan, hand pressing lightly on the small of my back, guided me to his vehicle.  He pressed a chaste kiss to my temple, opened my door, and waited for me to climb in.  The anxiety over meeting Ethan’s family combined with spending hours in the sun had me exhausted.  We drove home in a comfortable silence.  The hum of the engine and Ethan’s thumb softly tracing circles on the back of my hand quickly lulled me into a light sleep.
    We entered my apartment and I kicked off my sandals before turning to Ethan.  Upon seeing the heated look in his eyes, I began backing away with my hands raised, warding him off. 
    “Oh no, I know that look.”
    “Come here Lex,” he ordered.
    “I’m all sticky,” I said in protest.
    Ethan flashed me his trademark smirk.  “I can work with sticky.”
    “Let me get a shower first,” I pleaded.
    Ethan stopped his advance, standing perfectly still and focusing intently on something behind me.  I looked over my shoulder, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.  I took a step forward saying Ethan’s name questioningly, but he didn’t respond.  I closed the small gap between us to stand only inches away from his body.
    “What’s wrong?”
    With the speed of a striking snake, Ethan’s hand snapped out capturing the back of my neck and pulling me into a passionate kiss.  My body melted into his, and my hands gripped his firm ass in an attempt to pull him closer. 
    “Sorry babe, I was just thinking of you in the shower… wet… suds running down that perfect body.”
    “You could always join me,” I purred.  Evidently that was all the invitation he needed because I quickly found myself in his arms, swiftly moving towards the bathroom.
    I’m standing under the jet of water with my back to Ethan.  His fingers massage the last of the product from my hair, and I turn to face him.  I take my turn thoroughly washing every luscious inch of his chiseled body.  My fingers chase the bubbles down his chest and over his cut abs.  Feeling uncharacteristically bold, I lower to my knees and take the root of him in my hand.  I twirl my tongue around the tip and shyly peek up at his face.  His pupils have dilated to dark pools of lustful need, and this emboldens me further.  I take him fully into my mouth.  Ethan releases a rumbling moan and braces his hands against the shower wall behind me, shielding me from the wet spray.  I continue ruthlessly sucking his manhood, feeling more empowered with the tensing of his body and the sounds I provoke.
    Ethan pulls me to my feet, spins my body, and impales me in one fluid motion, brutally pounding me from behind.  His attack is relentless, and my already heated core explodes around him.  My pulsating walls grip his shaft, and with one final thrust, Ethan finds his own release.
    Very content, I quiet my mind, enjoying the feel of the strong arms wrapped around me.  With my head on his chest, I listen to the rhythmic thump of his heart and soak in the heat seeping from his body.  Fingertips leisurely dance up and down my bare spine, and I relax further into