Ethan’s mouth was on hers again..
slower now, lazier, the kind of kiss that tasted like the aftermath of ruin.
His tongue slid against hers in long, indulgent strokes while he stayed buried inside her, still half-hard, still leaking the last of himself into the wet heat of her body.
Aria’s fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to keep him close, her thighs still trembling around his hips. The counter was slick beneath her ass, sticky with them, but neither moved to break the spell.
His phone buzzed violently on the floor where it had fallen sometime during round one....somewhere near his discarded shoes. They both ignored it the first time.
It buzzed again. Then a third time. Insistent. Not a text. A call.
Ethan swore under his breath against her lips, but he didn’t
