Chapter 48

• The moment Nathalie shut the door and locked it behind them, Ethan pressed her against it, their lips colliding once more. The sensation of his body against hers felt inexplicably right, a feeling unmatched by any past relationships. Nathalie let out a soft moan as Ethan's hand found her breast, massaging it with urgency. As clothes restricted their closeness, an impatience grew within her.
• "What are you—" Ethan's question was cut short as Nathalie dropped to her knees, unzipping his pants with deft hands and letting them fall along with his boxers. Wasting no time, she took him into her mouth, each movement of her tongue intent and fervent. He groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair, guiding the rhythm with increasing intensity. She welcomed it, uncaring of her occasional gag reflex, wanting him as close as possible.
• "Stop," he grunted, gently pulling her away. "I want to be inside of you."