The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (255 page)

He was with me the entire time, even though the nurses tried to kick him out of the room and make him wait in the hallway. They didn’t care that he was a paramedic. Finally, I threatened that if they didn’t stop harassing him, I was going to stab each of them in the eye with Ethan’s knife. I even tried to grab it, but Ethan wouldn’t let me.

A short, very round nurse with rosy cheeks and a bad case of adult acne called hospital security. I called the FBI. Special Agent Drasco was waiting in his car right outside the building. He came in and straightened everything out, much to Ethan’s relief. I probably acted irrationally, but my nerves were shot, and there was no single reasonable thought left in my brain.

Ethan stuffed me into a wheelchair much to my chagrin.

“I can walk,” I pleaded, but he wouldn’t even listen.

“Can you just let me do this for you?” he asked, exasperated.

“Fine.” I stared straight ahead while he pushed the wheelchair through the hallway, into the elevator, and then outside through the double sliding glass doors.

Special Agents Drasco and Cornell escorted us to the unmarked, black sedan. We slid into the back seat. Ethan enfolded me in his arms, pressing me close to him, and kissed the top of my head. I looked up at him and said, “Thank you. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it.”

I put my hand over his firmly-muscled chest. His heartbeat drummed against my palm. It was the most comforting feeling I knew. I leaned closer and pressed my cheek to where my hand was a moment earlier, wrapping my arms around his waist. A long, quiet sigh escaped me. I closed my eyes and listened to Ethan’s body. His breathing was slow and deep, and I tried to match my own breath to his. I felt his fingers gently slide over my hair and his lips caress my forehead. I wanted to stay like this forever.

I must’ve fallen asleep, because it surprised me when the car stopped.

“It’s time to go,” Ethan’s voice reverberated in his chest.

I sat up and looked around. We parked in front of a large, well-lit building. “Where are we?” I asked.

“The Nines Hotel in Portland. Two female agents will stay in a room directly across the hall from yours,” Ethan explained. “Drasco and Cornell are off to do the briefing with their superior. They will see you tomorrow.”

I looked at him, tensing up. “And you? Where are you going?”

He smiled. “I was hoping you’d let me stay in your room.”

I closed my eyes in relief and smiled back at him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Ethan took me straight to the room. I guessed the booking was done over the phone while we drove here. I covered my head and upper half of my face with the hood of my jacket, just the way I’ve done since first being taken into the FBI witness protection program. Maybe the danger was gone, since I was told that all of the gang members were captured, but old habits die hard.

I walked into the room and gasped. It was a beautifully appointed suite, with a separate living room, one bedroom with a king size canopy bed, and nice furniture. The bedding looked luxurious, and the shower in the bathroom was large and equipped with two showerheads.

“No way!” I laughed. “Who’s paying for all this?”

“Don’t worry about that. You deserve real comfort.” Ethan sprawled in a plush armchair, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. “I wanted to take you to my place, but the agents think it’s better to still take precaution and keep you in an unknown location, just in case, until they have an arrest warrant for the Senator.”

“Am I still in danger?”

“The FBI doesn’t think so. All of the gang members are in custody. Or dead. There isn’t an immediate threat to you, but the Bureau still wants to keep an eye on you.”

I nodded. The explanation made a lot of sense. I was safe. Or, at least, much safer than I’d been for a while. That made me feel better.

When I smiled, Ethan smiled back at me then closed his eyes. “That shower looks very tempting,” he said in a quiet, raspy voice.

You look tempting
. My heart beat in some crazy staccato rhythm. “I think it has my name written all over it.” I chuckled, but I didn’t feel like joking. I felt like climbing on top of him and letting him have me right here, right now. But I didn’t, because I wasn’t comfortable being so forward. Instead, I headed toward the bathroom. Besides, I badly needed a shower. Preferably icy-cold.

“Ah. Now I know why that shower looked so tempting to me,” he said.

That stopped me in my tracks. Very slowly I turned my head and glanced at him. One corner of his mouth was up, and he watched me from under half-closed lids. Reclining comfortably and looking so relaxed and dreamy, he was the most stunning, most suggestive male I’ve ever seen. I wanted him. Badly. He probably knew that. Yeah, he did, and that made me happy, because I wasn’t into playing games.

Despite my raging desire, I made myself go off to the bathroom. On the way there, I grabbed my backpack. I was relieved to see that Ethan remembered to bring it from Ryley’s cabin. I made a mental note to thank him. All my belongings were in there, including the few clean pieces of my very limited wardrobe: a couple of t-shirts, a tank top, and one pair of shorts. I hoped I had at least one pair of clean undies somewhere in there too, although I doubted I needed them right away.

I turned the water on and waited for it to run warm. When it did, I slid the curtain open and stepped inside the tub. The hot water felt heavenly on my skin. I just had to keep my arm semi-dry. The nurses supplied me with a few changes of wound dressing. I needed to take care of that after I was done with the shower. From the small corner shelf, I picked up a tiny bottle of shampoo, opened it, and poured half of the contents onto my hair. I worked it into a thick lather and then rinsed it off. Next, I applied a bit of the conditioner to my hair from another miniature bottle and rubbed my skin with a bar of soap. It smelled wonderful—like a rose garden in bloom.

I closed my eyes and let the water caress my body. It felt amazing. With my good arm raised over my head, I moved my fingers through my hair, making sure all the conditioner was rinsed off. The shower rings unexpectedly jangled, and I opened my eyes, coming face to face with Ethan. A flash of renewed heat ran through my veins, deliciously swirling deep inside my core.

“I should’ve asked if you needed help.” He nodded toward my injured arm. “But I see you’re managing quite well.” He gave me that gorgeous smile that made his eyes twinkle.

“I can’t reach my back. Do you mind?” I offered the bar of soap to him and turned around, holding my hair up.

Ethan inhaled sharply and lathered my back. He massaged the soap over my skin, and it took a lot for me not to turn around and tear his clothes off. He ran his hand down my spine, all the way along the crease between my buttocks. He didn’t end there, but continued his sweet assault until his soapy fingers slid between my legs and gently glided over the most sensitive spot on my body. I bit my lower lip, and my eyes rolled up in a shameless pleasure. By now two of his fingers were inside me, pushing deep.

Without stopping, he lathered my stomach in small, sensual circles. From there, his free hand found its way to my breasts. He dropped the soap. It landed with a thud on the bottom of the tub. His left hand continued its exploration of my puss, while his right hand closed over my breast, fingers pinching and pulling on the already-elongated and hardened nipple. He pressed me to him, sucking on my earlobe and tormenting me with his tongue.

I moaned his name, and he panted in response. Two fingers kept dipping inside me. They slid out and went back in once more. I was so aroused I didn’t care about anything but Ethan, his tantalizing hands, and his lips on my neck. I realized his hair and clothes were soaking wet, but that only excited me more.

I turned around and faced him, draping my good arm around his waist. He leaned down until his lips were almost on mine and said, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, baby. I have dreamt of you, thought about you, wanted you every moment of the day and night since I first laid my eyes on you. What are you doing to me?” His fingers went back to my clit delivering more of his sweet torment.

“What are
you
doing to
me
? I’m at your mercy,” I gasped. I kissed him. He opened his mouth just a bit, and his tongue flicked up and down my lips. That was just too much to take. My head dropped back, and I groaned in pure, primal pleasure.

“I want you. I will have you, and you will love it,” he whispered.

“Yes.” I managed to breathe out. “I’m loving it already.”

“
This
? This is just simple foreplay. There is so much more I want us to do.”

My mind halted, and all my senses exploded at that declaration. I spiraled into the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It was delicious, long, and wild. Ethan was smiling. Water ran down his face, shining on his long, dark lashes, until he blinked it away. He was so wet and so warm. I wanted to wrap myself around him.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, my knees buckled, and he caught me. I was momentarily spent, but not completely done. No, this was only the beginning.

Ethan turned the water off and enfolded me in a large, fluffy towel. He picked me up and sat me in his lap. “We need to take care of your arm now.” Slowly, he peeled off the soaking-wet dressing, gently patted dry the skin around the wound, and applied the clean dressing, securing it with a medical tape. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“No, not too bad.” It hurt, but I could manage.

He looked at his watch. It was wet, but apparently waterproof. “I’ll give you the next painkiller in three hours.”

“Okay, doc.” I grinned.

Ethan rolled his eyes and stood up. He carried me to bed, kissing and running just the tip of his tongue between my lips. I tried to deepen the kiss, but each time he pulled away. That frustrated me and made me want him more. So much more. The desire built up inside me, and by the time he put me down on top of the covers, I was breathing hard and ready for round two.

He must’ve realized that because he said, “So hungry, so deliciously wet for me.” He opened the towel, and his face registered something like awe. “God, Lisbeth. You’re perfect.”

I blushed, unsure how to respond. I didn’t know how not to sound overly modest or overconfident. I didn’t feel confident for sure. My body looked so much better before I lost all the weight. My normal softness and the curves had been replaced by the ugly, sharp angles. How could he really think that the skeletal me was perfect?

“I’m not. I’m too skinny now.” I hid my face in the pillow.

“Would
almost
perfect sound better?” He laughed.

“Do you like skinny women?” I taunted.

“No, I like
real
women, with curves—
big
curves.” The twinkle in his eyes was back.

“Then what’s so perfect about me? I’m too skinny now,” I argued.

“Now—maybe. But I can clearly see that your body is amazing.” Ethan hovered over me, with his arms on each side of me, dripping water on my skin and the covers. His muscles bunched under his wet t-shirt. “Don’t worry. I will fatten you up.” He grinned. “You’ll eat lots and lots of bacon and ice cream.”

I swatted him on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed me. I opened my mouth to let his tongue skillfully slip in. I already knew Ethan could kiss like no one else, but now, lying in bed under him, naked, and already granted one powerful orgasm, I experienced that kiss on a completely different. He licked deep inside my mouth, swallowing my moans.

He withdrew from the kiss, gently biting my lower lip and then moving lower—onto my breasts. His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking and licking, biting, and pulling. The array of sensations I experienced from this couldn’t possibly compare to anything I’d ever known. My body responded to everything he did, to every touch, every breath, and every word.

He sucked on my nipple, tugging on it with his lips, and then letting go off it, flicking it with his tongue. My hand went to my other breast, but he quickly intercepted it. “This is my job. Yours is to experience the pleasure and wait for my permission to touch yourself,” Ethan playfully scolded me.

He moved to my other breast, while spreading my legs wide apart with his knee. I happily obliged, dropping my head back and closing my eyes.

“I like when you do that,” Ethan said.

“Do what?” My voice sounded strange to my own ears: strained and shaky.

“When you tilt your head back like this and lick your lips. It arouses me.”

I moaned in response. He gently moved my hand to between my legs. The sweet pressure was too much to withstand much longer. I needed a release.

Ethan murmured in appreciation and sat back on his heels, watching. The top button of his Levi’s jeans was undone. The bulge in the front was unmistakable. He was as hard as a rock. I pleasured myself, wishing these were Ethan’s fingers, not my own. I felt wanted; actually wanted. I didn’t feel like a burden anymore.

I began to pant, feeling the orgasm building inside fast. I bit my lip. When I started to pulse my hips up and down, Ethan sharply inhaled. “That’s enough,” he barked and seized both of my hands, pushing them to the sides. His fingers wrapped tightly around my wrists, holding me hostage. He bent over my pussy and licked from the bottom all the way past my clit. I cried out. He licked again, increasing the pressure and watching my face. And licked again. “I want you to come like this. I won’t go any deeper. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Could I? God, of course! I was dancing on the brink of ecstasy, desperate for release.

“Can you?” he insisted.

“Yes. Yes!” I cried again when his tongue impatiently lashed along my cleft. My hips flexed up and down, and up again. “Please, Ethan. Please. I want to come so badly.”

He smiled against my needy opening and licked once more, slow and sensual. But this time he sucked on my clit and made his tongue vibrate over it. That was all I could take. I tightened my legs around him and cried into the pillow, muffling the guttural sound of my release. I kept coming, and he kept torturing me with his highly adept tongue, his strong hands caging my hips.