hungry, taking what he wanted while giving in return. And he gave. Oh hell yeah . He gave her a thundering pulse, tingling body, weak knees, and a fierce longing to be naked underneath him.
And his hands, big and rough and perfect, cupped her ass and her breast, heating her through the thin material of her sundress. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and she couldn’t stop her moan any better than the tremor that shook her body.
In a swift move, he lifted her up and set her on the table, knocking supplies to the floor, but she was beyond caring. It gave them more room. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in close. Yeah, right there . He was hard and thick, she could feel him through his jeans as she rocked against him. She never wanted anyone so fast or so much in her life. It was insane.
“Killing me,” he muttered against her neck after he released her mouth to drive her bat-shit crazy with little nips, and licks and kisses. His fingers nudged the straps of her dress down her arms and tugged the bodice aside to reveal her white, lacey demi bra. “Gorgeous,” he breathed.
Then his mouth was warm and wet on her breast, and when his tongue slipped under the lace to rasp over a nipple, she grasped his head and held tight.
He had the blood singing through her veins and body trembling to a familiar tempo only he could compose. Those talented lips of his closed around her tip and sucked, ripping a moan from her throat while her fingers tightened on his hair.
From somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but at the moment, the only thing she cared about was his wicked lips giving equal time to her other aching breast.
Always on the same page, Ethan transferred his attention, tugging the lace aside, brushing her pebbled tip with his tongue before the warm pull of his mouth had her crying out his name.
The muffled sound of car doors slamming somehow made it through her muddle brain. His, too, because they broke apart, and he quickly righted her clothes before he helped her down.
“Sorry, Phoebe. That got out of hand,” he rasped then scrambled to the other side of the room as he cursed.
She echoed the sentiment in her head and grabbed an armload of bubble wrap from the floor.
“We’re back,” Jill called from the door as if they needed the warning.
Hysterical laughter bubbled up her throat, because yeah, they’d needed it.
“Oh, good, you cleared a spot,” her friend said, setting a bag on the table while Mason placed two boxes of pizza alongside.
Pretending that was exactly why she was holding the wrap in her hands, she nodded then carried her armful to the corner and dropped it on the floor. “Do you need me to make more room?”
“No,” Mason answered, glancing at his brother. “We got it.”
Nodding, Ethan grabbed an empty box by his feet and carried it to the table for Mason to fill with the rest of the supplies. “Smells good. Was Nicco working tonight?”
“No.” Mason shook his head. “His sister was, and she was shorthanded. That’s what took so long.”
“Yeah, but Evie threw in some extra wings,” Jill added, shoving a plate of wings and pizza in front of her with a grin. “I hope you’re hungry.”
That hysterical laughter threatened to escape once again, but she managed to swallow it back down with a bite of pepperoni supreme. And no way would she look at Ethan. No way. That would be a huge mistake, especially since he was the cause of her hunger.
Once the fog cleared from her mind, her taste buds woke up. “This is good,” she mumbled between bites. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in New York.”
Jill laughed. “I know, right? My uncle has roots there, but he opened up shop here in the Poconos decades ago. He’s semi-retired now, so my cousin Evie runs the restaurant. Her brother helps out when he isn’t fighting fires or drilling with the National Guard.”
“I can see why they’ve been in business
And his hands, big and rough and perfect, cupped her ass and her breast, heating her through the thin material of her sundress. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and she couldn’t stop her moan any better than the tremor that shook her body.
In a swift move, he lifted her up and set her on the table, knocking supplies to the floor, but she was beyond caring. It gave them more room. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in close. Yeah, right there . He was hard and thick, she could feel him through his jeans as she rocked against him. She never wanted anyone so fast or so much in her life. It was insane.
“Killing me,” he muttered against her neck after he released her mouth to drive her bat-shit crazy with little nips, and licks and kisses. His fingers nudged the straps of her dress down her arms and tugged the bodice aside to reveal her white, lacey demi bra. “Gorgeous,” he breathed.
Then his mouth was warm and wet on her breast, and when his tongue slipped under the lace to rasp over a nipple, she grasped his head and held tight.
He had the blood singing through her veins and body trembling to a familiar tempo only he could compose. Those talented lips of his closed around her tip and sucked, ripping a moan from her throat while her fingers tightened on his hair.
From somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but at the moment, the only thing she cared about was his wicked lips giving equal time to her other aching breast.
Always on the same page, Ethan transferred his attention, tugging the lace aside, brushing her pebbled tip with his tongue before the warm pull of his mouth had her crying out his name.
The muffled sound of car doors slamming somehow made it through her muddle brain. His, too, because they broke apart, and he quickly righted her clothes before he helped her down.
“Sorry, Phoebe. That got out of hand,” he rasped then scrambled to the other side of the room as he cursed.
She echoed the sentiment in her head and grabbed an armload of bubble wrap from the floor.
“We’re back,” Jill called from the door as if they needed the warning.
Hysterical laughter bubbled up her throat, because yeah, they’d needed it.
“Oh, good, you cleared a spot,” her friend said, setting a bag on the table while Mason placed two boxes of pizza alongside.
Pretending that was exactly why she was holding the wrap in her hands, she nodded then carried her armful to the corner and dropped it on the floor. “Do you need me to make more room?”
“No,” Mason answered, glancing at his brother. “We got it.”
Nodding, Ethan grabbed an empty box by his feet and carried it to the table for Mason to fill with the rest of the supplies. “Smells good. Was Nicco working tonight?”
“No.” Mason shook his head. “His sister was, and she was shorthanded. That’s what took so long.”
“Yeah, but Evie threw in some extra wings,” Jill added, shoving a plate of wings and pizza in front of her with a grin. “I hope you’re hungry.”
That hysterical laughter threatened to escape once again, but she managed to swallow it back down with a bite of pepperoni supreme. And no way would she look at Ethan. No way. That would be a huge mistake, especially since he was the cause of her hunger.
Once the fog cleared from her mind, her taste buds woke up. “This is good,” she mumbled between bites. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was in New York.”
Jill laughed. “I know, right? My uncle has roots there, but he opened up shop here in the Poconos decades ago. He’s semi-retired now, so my cousin Evie runs the restaurant. Her brother helps out when he isn’t fighting fires or drilling with the National Guard.”
“I can see why they’ve been in business
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