The weekend came too slow. All Saturday I was restless, my body humming with need. I shaved everything smooth, picked out a simple black dress with nothing underneath, and drove to his apartment with my heart in my throat. This wasn’t a tutorial anymore. This was me walking straight into the fire.
I knocked once. The door opened fast.
Ethan stood there in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, looking even bigger, even hungrier than in his office. His eyes raked over me like he wanted to eat me alive.
“Get in,” he said, voice rough.
The second the door clicked shut, he grabbed me. Pushed me hard against the wall. His mouth crashed into mine, hot and desperate. Tongues sliding, teeth biting my bottom lip. I moaned into him, hands fisting his shirt. He smelled like soap and man, and I was
