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BOOK: The Apartment (Apartment #1)
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Ethan was starting to wonder if he was becoming a total pervert or if she knew exactly what she was doing to him. From the mischievous look in her eye, he was beginning to suspect the latter of the two. Well, two could play at that game.

He leaned toward her and opened his mouth slowly, allowing her to place the sweet on the tip of his tongue. Before she could pull her fingers away completely, he caught the tip of one between his lips, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking lightly, refusing to let it go until he saw her lids begin to droop.

He chewed slowly, enjoying the velvety smoothness as it enveloped his taste buds. She was right; it was rich, decadent, potent—and sinful. But it paled in comparison to her.

Ethan reached forward and took the box from her hands, selecting another piece and raising it to her lips. She repeated his actions, sucking on his fingertip until his eyes were crossing, then hungrily eating the entire treat. “God,” she groaned, “that’s so fucking good.”

He set the box down on the dash next to the small candle and leaned in until their mouths were almost touching. “You taste better,” he whispered against her lips before flicking his tongue across the petal-soft skin.

She gasped and opened her mouth, kissing him hungrily. He could taste the tiniest hint of sugary fruit and chocolate as their tongues fought with each other. He gave in finally and let her lead, thrilling to the sensation of her hands yanking and pulling on his hair to bring him closer and angle his head better.

After only a few moments they were both panting loudly, straining for more contact. Ethan pulled away to catch his breath, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’ve never made out in a car before,” he admitted. “I had no idea what I was missing.”

“Holy shit, are you kidding me?” She looked absolutely dumbfounded.

“No, why?”

She regarded him for about five seconds before nodding sharply. “Come on.” She turned around and opened her door, stepping out into the dark clearing.

“Where?”

“The back seat, silly! We’re definitely going to need more room.” He watched as she opened the back door and jumped in. When he didn’t move for a minute, immobilized by pure excitement, she looked up at him in disbelief. “Well? What are you waiting for, big boy? You’ve got me right where you want me, and you’re sitting up there with your mouth hanging open.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

Ethan joined her in the back, tossing his duffel bag in the front to give them more room. He had barely even closed the door before she was jumping on him, pulling him down on top of her and kissing him wildly. As soon as he made contact with her his body went up in flames. He couldn’t touch her everywhere fast enough.

“Fuck,” he groaned between kisses. “You are so beautiful… you smell so damn good.” Ethan was so aroused it was painful, grinding himself against her as they groped and fondled each other through their clothes. He slid his hands down her body and began tugging on her sweats, hating the need to make even the slightest distance between them as the pants slipped over the swell of her hips. Once they were low enough she kicked them off, leaving herself clad in only a tiny scrap of red lace. “What the fuck is that?” he growled, staring at the barely-there fabric.

“My Valentine’s Day present for you,” she giggled.

“Is that a thong?”

“Mmhmm,” she smiled, wiggling suggestively underneath him.

“You mean to tell me that this was hiding under those ratty sweats the whole time?” How he was speaking around the saliva that was pooling in his mouth, he’d never know.

“Yep,” she gloated. “It matches the bra.”

Ethan looked her in the eye for exactly one second as he processed what she’d said, before grunting and yanking roughly on the hem of her shirt. She laughed, a sexy, velvety sound that went straight to his erection. When she had finally struggled out of the offending item of clothing she was left in the most seductive demi-cup lace bra that he could ever remember seeing.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned before burying his face in her cleavage and covering it with open-mouthed kisses. Her giggles quickly turned into moans as he started thrusting against her again, feeling the warmth between her legs much more acutely with her pants out of the way.

Somewhere in the background, Ethan heard the patter of raindrops beginning to fall and slap against the windows, but when he glanced up they were completely fogged over. There was nothing to be seen but the soft glow of the candle—and the mouth-watering siren beneath him.

“Come back to me,” she gasped, tugging him back down by his hair until his lips were covering hers again. She had somehow gotten him out of his shirt without stopping their kisses, and her hands were making excellent work of his button fly when a loud, obnoxious ringing tore through the car.

“What is that?” Ethan panted.

“What is what?” she asked, almost in a daze.

“That ringing. Don’t you hear it?”

Lily looked around, reality sinking in slowly. When the shrill noise finally registered in her mind she bolted straight up. “Oh shit!” She dug through her jacket frantically until she located her phone. Shooting her stranger a worried glance, she crawled out from under him and sat up. “God, I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!
Now
?”

“Please! I’m sorry,” she mouthed before lifting the phone to her ear and answering, trying her best not to sound out of breath. “Hello? Oh, I just got out of the gym.”

As she listened to the loud, masculine voice on the other end of the phone, Ethan felt sick to his stomach. He could only make sense of her side of the conversation, but it was enough to make a red haze take over his vision.

“I’m sorry you keep missing me. I think there’s something wrong with the charger for my phone, it keeps dying … yeah, maybe … okay … that’s great … I’m glad it’s going so great for you.”

The more she said, the angrier Ethan got. There was no logic behind his rage, simply emotion. He was losing himself to it completely. He couldn’t believe that her stupid Neanderthal would dare to interrupt his perfect night, and that she would let him.

“Oh, I’ll probably just watch some chick flicks all night … No, don’t be silly, I’ll be fine … I know … yeah, I know … Okay … yeah, miss you too … thanks, you too.” Lily hung up the phone quickly and placed it back in her jacket pocket, refusing to look at him as she took a few deep breaths and wiped her eyes.

Ethan tried to hold his tongue; he tried really hard to bite it back. He could tell she was obviously very upset about what had just happened and felt horrible. But he wasn’t sure exactly who she felt horrible for, and that pissed him off even more.

And then it just slipped out.

“Care to tell me why the fuck you just
had
to answer that right now?” Even he could hear the venom dripping in his voice.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, still not looking at him.

“Please don’t?” he spat. “Don’t what, exactly? Don’t give a shit that I told you he didn’t fucking exist when we were together? That I never wanted anything involving him to interrupt our time together?”

“What was I supposed to do?” Lily cried. “I tried to get that out of the way earlier, but he didn’t answer.”

“I don’t give a fuck!” Ethan screamed. “He gets you every time you leave me. Every single time, you go back to him. It takes everything I’ve got in me to keep from thinking about what you do with him.”

“Oh, like you give a shit! You said yourself that this was just for fun. You said you didn’t care if I was a nun or married with five kids.
You
said that,
not
me. Why the fuck are you acting so possessive all of a sudden when you want nothing to do with me when I’m not riding your dick?”

Ethan couldn’t believe that was what she actually thought. Part of him wanted to tell her that she couldn’t be more wrong, but his stupid emotions got in the way. He was livid. He was seething. He was so angry that he couldn’t see straight—and he knew that he had absolutely no right to be.

But it didn’t stop him.

“If you remember, I also said that nothing from the outside was supposed to interfere here. I don’t know about you, but I think this was a pretty big interference.”

“Well shit fucking happens sometimes, doesn’t it?” Lily snapped, getting visibly angrier by the second. “You had a call the other day and I didn’t care. How can you even talk to me like that?”

“And you know damn well that I was talking to my mother about a family emergency, not someone else who I go home to every night and
fuck
!”

“Could be, how would I know? You certainly know more about me than I do about you. I don’t know where you go at night, and I just have to accept that.”

“And that’s somehow worse than knowing for certain that you belong to someone else?” He wasn’t expecting the sharp slap across his face.

“Fuck you!” Grabbing the door handle and shoving it open, Lily screamed, “I don’t belong to
anyone
!” before running out into the rainstorm.

Ethan didn’t know exactly what happened after that. He just knew that the combination of her saying those words and running away from him awoke some long dormant idiotic caveman. That was his only defense. It was as if his most base predator instincts decided to show up and pay a visit.

He ran after her.

“Where the fuck are you going?” he screamed at her, watching as she ran farther into the clearing. “It’s storming and you’re in your underwear!”

“It beats being in that car with
you
!” she yelled back. When she saw that he was following her she ran faster, but he overtook her easily in the center of the clearing.

“Now you listen to me, Goddammit!” Ethan yelled, grabbing her slippery shoulders and turning her around to face him. It was obvious she had been crying, but her tears were camouflaged by the steady stream of rain down her face. His own hair was falling in his eyes, and he shoved it back so that he could look at her. “I don’t give a shit what you think. You
do
belong to someone!”

“No I don’t! And if you hate talking about him so much, then why don’t you just stop fucking talking about him?!” Lily shoved him and tried to run away again, but he held her tightly. When she realized that she wasn’t going to get away, she began struggling in his arms, slapping at his soaking wet chest.

“I’m not talking about him, are you fucking crazy?” He shook her then, wishing he could somehow rattle some sense into her. “I’m talking about
me
!”

“Oh that’s rich,” she laughed, her cheeks glowing with anger in the disappearing light. “I’m your plaything until you get bored and move on. Please forgive me for not being more enthusiastic.”

“No!” Ethan screamed, blinking through the rain to see her more clearly. “You are mine until I have to leave, there’s a big difference. My God, you think I could get
bored
with you?”

“Of course! You’ve made it more than clear.” She sobbed loudly and shoved at him again, slipping from his grasp. He ran after her again, pulling her to him roughly until their chests were sliding together.

“You don’t understand a goddamn thing!” He slammed his mouth down onto hers, possessing her lips with a ferocity that he didn’t know he was capable of. Grabbing her by her soaked hair, he forced her to look him in the eye. “I may not have any fucking rights to you when you aren’t with me, but dammit, when you are, you are
mine
! It drives me crazy to think of anyone else’s hands on you, to think of someone being able to kiss you whenever they want, to hold you at night!
Fuck
!”

Ethan kissed her again fiercely, not understanding why his anger was turning into lust. All he knew in that moment was that she was his, and he wanted nothing more than to mark his territory. He pulled her down onto the wet grass, ignoring her feeble protests. Once he had her hands pinned above her head so that she couldn’t slap him again, he forced her to look at him.

“Admit it,” he growled at her.

“I can’t admit what’s not true,” she spat back at him. Lily’s eyes were on fire, shooting daggers at him as if she were imagining his painful death, but it didn’t stop her from wrapping her legs around his waist and shifting against his uncomfortably hard erection.

“Stop being a bitch and admit it. I’m not going to let you up until you say that you’re mine!” Ethan ground his hips into her for added effect, leaving absolutely no doubt in her mind that he needed her badly.

“God!” she cried, wrapping her arms around his back and digging her nails into his slick flesh. Sobbing into his neck before biting him roughly, she snapped, “Just shut up and fuck me!”

“No!” he gritted through his teeth. Everything she was doing was painful, but it was also exquisite. He felt alive, and like he was exactly where he was supposed to be. Ethan thrust against her more firmly, digging into the hollow between her thighs. “Not until you say that you’re mine! Tell me!”

He leaned down and pulled at her bra with his teeth, tearing the lace, exposing a tightly puckered nipple to his hungry mouth. Sucking on her chilled flesh, he continued his movements until he felt her grinding her hips back into his.

“Say it!” he snarled, feeling more possessive with every thrust.

“Oh God!” she sobbed again, digging her nails in deeper. “Yours,” she croaked.

“Louder!”

“Goddamn you, I’m
yours
!” Lily screamed. “Now fuck me!”

Ethan had reached his breaking point. Fumbling with the fly on his jeans, he tore them open just far enough to free his aching erection before shoving his hand between her legs and yanking her thong to the side. Grunting and panting, he lined himself up at her entrance and slammed inside her, making them both cry out so loud that it echoed through the woods.

Ethan took note of the biting chill and the downpour of freezing water cascading over his bare back and onto her chest, but short of a lightning bolt striking two feet away from them, nothing was going to make him stop. He ground himself into her with one angry, possessive thrust after another, marveling at the scorching heat that was squeezing and milking every last ounce of sanity out of his cock.

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