The second the door clicks shut behind us, the barely-contained hunger we’ve been holding back since the airport explodes. Ethan crowds me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine in a bruising kiss that’s all teeth and desperation. His hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding under my shirt, yanking it up and off like he can’t stand another second of fabric between us.
“Been thinking about this the entire flight,” he growls against my throat, biting down hard enough to make me moan. “Gonna wreck you tonight, Noah.”
“f**k yes,” I gasp, already rock-hard and grinding against his thigh. “Want it wild. Want everything.”
We stumble toward the couch, shedding clothes in a chaotic trail. By the time I push him down onto the cushions, we’re both naked, c***s heavy and leaking. I drop t
