Chapter Twenty-Two
Zoe
The door to my apartment slammed shut behind us. I was in a fog of need. My entire body was thrumming with it and had been for hours. It’s a miracle I didn’t have an o****m right there at the diner. I managed to walk halfway normally across the room and flick on a lamp. I felt Ethan come up behind me. His hands slid down my hips. A prickle of heat raced down my spine. His lips landed on my neck with hot, wet kisses while he dragged my skirt up.
I could feel his c**k—hot and hard through the denim of his jeans pressing against my bare bottom. The friction of the rough fabric against my skin was unbearably arousing. My pulse was racing wildly, and I could hardly catch my breath.
“I meant to drag this out, but I don’t think I can.”
His lips moved against my ear, hi
