Page 88 of Ethan & Grace

I was just rinsing my mouth when there was a knock on the door. A moment later, it opened a crack, and Ethan peered in.

“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“Sure, I’m almost done.”

He was wearing nothing but boxers. I had seen his naked body plenty of times now, but I was certain I would never really get used to the sight. I watched in the mirror as Ethan came up behind me and slipped his arms around me, pulling me close. His hair was sticking up in every direction, and I could still see a faint pillow crease on his cheek—impossibly cute.

He kissed my neck. “Why are you already awake?”

“Because I have to work.”

He kissed my shoulder. “Quit.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Shame,” he murmured against my damp skin. But he didn’t let me go, instead drawing me even closer. When I felt his erection pressing against me, a shiver ran down my spine. Though I was already running late, I didn’t have the willpower to pull away. He slipped his left hand beneath my towel and cupped my bare breast, drawing a sigh from me. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin.

I looked at him in the mirror. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“I could swear you’re trying to stop me from getting to work,” I responded, struggling to focus on my words while Ethan’s lips trailed along my neck.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Liar,” I murmured, but instead of pulling away, I leant back against his chest. Apparently, that was the silent permission he’d been waiting for.

He slipped his other hand beneath the other end of my towel, right between my thighs. The warmth of my shower quickly gave way to a totally different kind of heat.

“OK?” Ethan whispered against my throat.

I nodded and opened my legs slightly to make room for his hand. He stroked me, his fingers brushing against my clitoris over and over again. I bit my lower lip, but I wasn’t sure what I was trying to hold back: a moan, or words urging him on. His small caresses were both too much and not enough. My hips moved in slow circles, first hesitantly, and then with intent, seeking the friction only he could provide. His erection pressed hot and hard against me, but he didn’t let it throw him off course.

“Impatient?” he asked, amused.

“Yes,” I gasped, already breathless.

His laugh came close to my ear, and the sound sent shivers through me. Ethan’s touch grew more insistent, and a thrill spread through my body. I closed my eyes, losing myself in his touch. His lips moved along my neck, kissing and sucking, licking—until finally, he slipped a finger inside me, then a second. Every nerve in my body pulled taut, and my breathing quickened with each thrust of his fingers, my moans growing ever louder.

“Open your eyes,” Ethan whispered.

I swallowed hard. “What?”

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch.”

I obeyed and opened my eyes, despite the flood of sensations almost paralysing me. The sight of us in the mirror nearly brought me to my knees.

The towel had slipped without my noticing, leaving my body exposed. My cheeks were flushed, my mouth slightly open. I stood completely naked in the luxurious bathroom. Ethan was behind me with his broad shoulders and strong arms, his left hand still cupped around my breast as his right one brought me closer and closer to climax.

By far the hottest thing about the image, however, was the look in Ethan’s eyes. His gaze was penetrating, stormy, mesmerising. Desire-filled, he watched my reflection and what he was doing to my body. The bright bathroom lights left nothing hidden, revealing all of me. But even if I’d still been capable of feeling shame, it would have vanished in that instant. The way Ethan was looking at me left no room for uncertainty: I could read on his face just how much he liked what he saw. His fascination with me was all-encompassing. And though I was the one standing naked and gasping in front of him, I felt that I had just as much control over him as he had over me.

His fingers quickened, his movements becoming more intent. I whimpered as a delicious pressure built up in me. My legs trembled, and I could barely stand. As if Ethan could sense this, he pulled me closer against his chest, offering support as I lost control. His erection pressed against me, and he gave a low sound of satisfaction. His touch grew faster, his fingers finding my G-spot again and again. My eyelids fluttered, but I forced myself to watch.

“Oh my God, Ethan. I . . . I . . .”

“I know, Grace. I know.” He took his hand from my breast, gripping my chin and turning my face towards him. The moment our lips touched, everything around me faded. Waves of overwhelming sensation swept through me, tearing me along with it, forceful and unstoppable. It felt as though the ground had vanished beneath my feet. I gasped into our kiss, every last bit of my tension melting into a soft, almost weightless haze that made it hard to stay upright. But it was OK, because Ethan held me steady in his arms. I turned to face him, needing his kiss more than anything.

“Maybe I should quit after all,” I murmured breathlessly against his lips.