Obsessed With A Biker, What A Mess!

Chapter 5

Ethan

She tasted like everything I shouldn't want. Wildness, fire, and something heartbreakingly familiar. Her mouth claimed mine with the kind of hunger that shattered logic. Her fingers dug into my shirt, dragging me toward her, water sloshing around her bare body in the tub.

My hands found her damp hair, pulling her closer. I kissed her like I'd never stopped wanting her—because I hadn't.

She tilted up from the tub, her legs sliding around my waist, and I nearly lost it. The soft press of her skin, the warmth of her body pressed to mine... it was chaos. Beautiful, destructive chaos.

"Aria..." I breathed, my voice breaking on her name.

Her eyes were dark with want, but glassy, dazed. Still, her hands didn't stop. They moved with desperate confidence, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and pushing up. I let her. The fabric went over my head and hit the floor with a soft thud, and suddenly I was bare to her touch.

She dragged her palms over my chest, like she was memorizing me. My muscles tensed under her touch. I was already painfully hard, my jeans tight. She felt it too because her breath hitched, and she held my gaze with something between awe and need. "You're so warm,"

A groan ripped out of me as her fingers traced my abs, and I dipped my head to her neck, tasting the salt of her damp skin. I pressed my lips to her collarbone, trailed heat along her shoulder, while my hand slid down, finding the curve of her waist, then the full swell of her hip.

She gasped when I cupped her breast, her nails digging into my back. Her head fell back, lips parted in an unspoken plea, and I felt my control hanging.

"I want you," she whispered, almost breathlessly.

The way she said it... it was almost her. But not fully.

I wanted to believe it. Hell, I needed to believe it. That she meant it. That it wasn't the damn drug talking or some haze making her feel things she'd regret later. Because if I believed it even for a second, I'd take her right here. I'd lose myself in her. Like I'd dreamed of doing since the day she walked out of my life.

Her body arched against mine, heat radiating off her skin. I brushed my knuckles down her side, my thumb grazing the edge of her breast again. She moaned into my mouth, soft and broken, and it shattered me.

God, I missed this. Missed her.

I was drowning in her. Over and over again, and part of me didn't care. I leaned in, unable to help myself, my lips brushing along the side of her neck, just beneath her ear.

She gasped. It shot through me like a jolt.

I continued to mould her breast and then my head dipped lower. And then I took one into my mouth.

She arched with a moan that nearly undid me. Her hand slid up to my hair, fisting it, pulling me closer like she needed me there. f**k, I needed her. I swirled my tongue, tasting her.

I knew it was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. I should've stopped at the first kiss. But I found it hard to.

"Aria..." I breathed out trying to conquer us to stop. But then her hand slipped lower past my waist, down to the buckle of my belt. She tugged. My whole body tensed. I could feel her need, her hunger. And my own matched it. I was already hard, already aching for her, and her touch sent a ripple through me that is making it impossible to pull away.

"Don't stop," she mumbled. It was barely a sound.

My lips left her skin slowly, reluctantly. I looked up at her. Her eyes were glassy, half-lidded, but in them was something deeper.

"I want you inside me," she said again, her hand still on my belt.

I grabbed her wrist, gently, holding her still. "You don't know what you're saying," I murmured, "Not like this. I need to know it's really you, not the stuff in your veins making you say it."

Her expression crumpled, confusion tightening her brow. "I know it's me," she smiled, her thumb brushing back her my cheeks.

And f**k, it messed with my brain. That one sentence. The way she said it—soft, certain, rattled something loose inside me. My grip on control faltered.

I swallowed hard, staring at her. At the girl I swore I'd never hurt. The girl who was now looking at me like I was the only thing tethering her to anything real.

My hands went to her arms, holding her gently. Slowly, almost without thought, I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the edge of her jaw, then lower... all the way down until I was at her belly. The soft curve of her stomach twitcher with each breath.

My mouth hovered just above her soaked panties.

"Ethan..." Her fingers slipped into my hair again.

"Please touch me."

The words were breathy, barely there—but they knocked the wind out of my chest. Something primal twisted inside me, pulling tight, screaming to give in.

I clenched my jaw as my hand moved lower to the hem of her soaked panties and hooked gently under it. She didn't stop me. If anything, her hips arched slightly, her body answering the call neither of us spoke aloud.

I began to ease the fabric down. I wanted to give her everything. Every part of me. But just as the last thread of my restriction began to unravel, a knock sounded on the door. Three loud slaps of reality against the door.

I stilled, hands gripping the sides of the tub as I looked down at her. She looked dazed and confused, clearly thrown off by the sound.

My hands left her body, retreating and cursing the entire universe for its cruel timing.

Another knock followed, quieter this time. Hesitant.

I ran a wet hand down my face, trying to pull myself together. My body was still wound tight, aching, but my mind had cleared just enough to remember exactly what was at stake.

If that knock hadn't come...

I grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped it around her body careful not to meet her eyes. Because if I did, I might not leave.

I walked over and cracked the door open. Jax stood there with the ice bucket in his hand, eyes flicking past me for a split second.

"The ice, boss."

I stepped aside. "Bring it in. Dump some in the tub. She's still burning up."

Jax didn't say anything else. He walked in. Aria barely moved—her head tilted to the side. She wasn't fully back. Still floating somewhere between the drug's haze and the pull of what almost happened between us.

Jax carefully poured some of the ice into the water. A few cubes floated to the surface and she let out a tiny breath, her fingers twitching slightly at the temperature shift.

When he was done, he stood, met my eyes, and gave a curt nod. Then he walked out without another word.

I waited until the door clicked shut behind him before stepping forward. My knees bent at the side of the tub. My hand going to her cheek and gently brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes fluttered open, searching for mine. "You need a good bath, Aria," I said softly, kissing her forehead, allowing my lips to linger there for a beat. "Soak in the water to cool down."

I swallowed hard and rose to my feet, my hands already curling into fists as I stepped away. If I stayed a second longer, I didn't trust myself not to touch her again.

I left the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind me. I stayed right outside, leaning against the wall, trying to breathe normally.

But it was impossible. Everything inside me was still wired tight. My pants still strained. My heart pounded like I'd just run a damn marathon. I kept seeing her face, her lips parted as she whispered please touch me. Kept feeling her fingers in my hair, her hips rising into my hand.

I scrubbed both hands down my face and muttered a curse under my breath. Then I heard it. A soft moan.

At first, I thought I imagined it. But then it came again. Louder this time, broken, needy.

I pressed my ear closer to the door. Aria. She was moaning.

The heat returned instantly, surging like a damn wildfire through my veins. Another moan slipped through—soft, breathy, helpless. The kind of sound that could bring a man to his knees. And then the faint splash of water, like her hand was moving beneath the surface.

I gritted my teeth, every nerve inside me tightening until it felt like my skin couldn't contain it anymore.

"f*****g hell," I muttered, pressing the back of my head to the door, eyes shut tight. I clenched my fists, trying to focus, trying to breathe, trying to be a goddamn gentleman.

But I couldn't. Another moan filtered through. She gasped and breathed out my name.

That was it. I unzipped my pants roughly, hand slipping inside as I leaned heavier into the door, needing the barrier as much as I hated it.

I wrapped my fingers around my c**k, already hard and aching. I imagined it was her hand instead wrapped around me while her breath fanned my neck.

My palm moved in slow strokes, hips jerking forward as I listened. More splashes. More gasps. Her whimpers. My name again.

"f**k!" I grunted, my head thudding once against the door.

I was matching her rhythm—each of her moans sending bolt of heat through my spine. My teeth gritted against the need to bust the door open and bury myself inside her

This—this was as close as I could let myself go. Close enough to feel her. Close enough to be with her without crossing the line. And still it felt like too much.

My strokes quickened, the pressure building fast. Her whimpers grew breathier. Higher. And then, through the door, I heard her cry out—a quiet, broken sound of release.

That was my undoing. My hand tightened as I came with a grunt, pressed flush to the damn bathroom door, breath ragged and body shuddering from head to toe.

I stayed there for a few seconds. We were both wrecked on either side of this wall. And damn it felt so f*****g good.