Ethan’s POV
The side door creaked when I shouldered it open, louder than I wanted in the sudden quiet after the storm’s roar. Warm air hit us like a slap—humid, smelling faintly of old wood and the lavender candle she always left burning on the hall table. I kicked the door shut behind us with my heel. The sound echoed down the empty corridor.
She was still clinging to me, face tucked against my throat, wet hair dripping cold trails down my chest. Every few steps another shiver ran through her—aftershocks, maybe, or just the abrupt change from freezing rain to heated indoors. I could feel the sticky warmth between her thighs where our bodies were still pressed together, my c*m and her arousal mixing, sliding down her skin. It made something primitive and smug curl in my gut.
I didn’t se
