Page 109 of Lovestrung

His gaze heated, instantly warming me up, and when he leaned down, I pushed up on my toes, wrapping my hands around his wrists to pull him closer.

When his lips finally closed on mine, I sighed, relieved to taste him again. Kissing him felt like home. Like he was my forever home now. It excited and calmed my heart and soul at the same time, and if we weren’t standing in the middle of the street, I could’ve stood just like this for hours.

But in the end, we pulled apart, and as he rested his forehead against mine, his breath puffing hard against mine, my heart stopped its mad fluttering and settled.

“This week has been hell,” he muttered.

I nodded. “For me, too.”

“I’m so sorry.”

I pulled away and wrapped my arms around his middle. He jumped when my cold hands met his hard, warm skin, and I grinned cheekily at him. “I think dating a former porn star might come in handy.”

His eyes widened in shock before the heat returned.

“Oh, do you now?”

I nibbled on my lower lip. “Mm-hmm. But I won’t do paddles, or rope, or anything too rough. I can go along with handcuffs, as long as they don’t bite into my skin.” I narrowed my eyes. “But don’t even think about the backdoor before we’ve practiced and got some lube. That’s a no-brainer.”

“Can we stop talking about this?” he groaned and shifted on his feet.

I blinked. “Why?”

He pressed his hips, and when I felt his hard cock pressing into my belly, I got it.

“Yeah. We’re in public, for Christ’s sake. You can’t start talking about this kind of stuff and expect me not to get hard, darlin’.”

I giggled. “All right. How about we go back to your place, then? We’ve got a week’s worth of shenanigans to get up to, and I can’t wait to feel you inside me again.”

“I thought you’d never fucking ask.”

He stepped back to zip up his long coat, no doubt to hide the effects of my words, before he grabbed my hand and we walked briskly in the direction of his home.

I squeezed his hand. “Got any toys, baby? Actually,” I mused, “did you get any for free while you were working at Privé?”

He scowled down at me, so I kept up my one-sided conversation.

“I bet you did, didn’t you? The job must’ve come with several perks.”

“How can you be so cool about this?” he asked when we reached his front door. “A week ago, you were ready to cut off my junk and feed it to my dogs.”

I pulled a face as he held the door open for me.

“Okay, first of all: eeww. And secondly, I trust you. If you said you didn’t cheat, you didn’t cheat. End of.”

We stepped into the elevator, and as the door closed behind us, Ethan pressed the button to his floor before he backed me into a corner.

“Please listen to me,” he said when I couldn’t get any further, his body plastered to mine.

“Really, it doesn’t matter,” I started.

He pushed his thumb against my lips, silencing me.

“It was a job,” he said low. “It paid well, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it at first. But the reason I went down that road? It’s like I told you our first morning together as a couple. I can’t and won’t ever be poor again. It…” he stopped talking and closed his eyes briefly. “It scared me, all right? I want to be able to buy you the perfect ring when the time comes. I want our children to have the best of everything in this world.”

I let out a small sigh at his words.

“Getting a bit ahead of yourself there, aren’t you?” I teased, but oh, how I wanted that future with him.