Free Naked by Raine Miller

hands on you.”  Ethan brought my hand up to his lips, the brush of his goatee a touch I was beginning to love and take for granted.  “I wanted to see you having fun.  You looked so sad the last time I saw you in that cab.”
    Ethan smiled and his whole face changed.
    “I love when you do that,” I said.
    “Do what?”
    “When you kiss my hand.”
    He looked down at my hand, still clasped in his.  “It’s a very lovely hand, and I would be devastated if anything ever managed to harm it.”
    His eyes returned to mine again but he mostly stayed quiet and watched me, rubbing circles with his thumb or pulling my hand up to his lips when he wanted to.  Ethan needed to touch.  It was just something he did that I understood about him.  And oddly it comforted me.  I couldn’t explain it really but I knew how he made me feel when he touched me.  I suppose it was something I should talk to Dr. Roswell about at my next appointment.
    Ethan’s choice of words struck me as unusual though.  He was definitely overprotective, like he worried about me getting hurt.  That train pulled into the station six years ago, Ethan.
    Benny and Gaby showed up, did the meet and greet with Ethan, and then slipped away about as inconspicuous as frat boys at a kegger thinking they were playing it cool.  Whatever.  I’m sure they would stay up half the night speculating anyway.
    When his drink arrived he used his left hand to hold it.  Ethan never let go of my right one.  Not until he put me in his car to drive me home.
    He kept looking over at me in my seat, pulling my eyes to his repeatedly; arousing me to the point I felt the urge to squirm to relieve the ache between my legs.
    “Why do you keep staring at me like that?” I finally asked.
    “I think you know.”  His voice was soft with a hard edge to it.
    “And I want you to tell me because I really don’t know.”
    “Brynne, I’m looking because I can’t keep my eyes off you.  I want to be in you.  I want to fuck you so badly I can hardly drive the damn car right now.  I want to come inside you and then do it again.  I want your sweet cunt wrapped around my cock while you scream my name because I made you come.   I want to keep you with me all fucking night long so I can take you over and over again and you don’t remember anything else but me.”
    I gripped the armrest and shuddered, sure a mini orgasm just rolled through my body.  My panties were so wet I could have slipped down the leather seat if my boot heels weren’t dug into the carpet of the Rover.
    By the time Ethan pulled up to the curb I was shaking.  He got out and came around to open my door.  He didn’t say anything and neither did I.  At the porch I fumbled for my key and dropped it.  Ethan picked it up and got it in the lock and us into the foyer.  He held my hand through five flights of stairs, neither of us saying a word.
    I pushed open the door to my flat and Ethan followed me in.  And like other times, the instant we were closed together in privacy, a different man emerged.  A man barely contained in his hunger for me.  I knew I would not say no either.
    My back hit the wall and I was lifted off my feet in two seconds.  Ethan’s mouth was on mine, probing and seeking two seconds after that.
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he said, tightening his grip on my ass.
    I did what he told me to do.  Spread against the wall, my purple cowboy boots dangling to the sides like a frog for dissection, I surrendered to whatever he had planned.  I accepted that Ethan drove this part of us—the sex.  He was in charge of every commanding thing he would do to my body, and I craved his touch far too much to have second thoughts right now.
    “Unzip me and take out my cock.”
    I did that too.  His hips pulled back to give me access, but his mouth and tongue still plundered as I unzipped his jeans and sprung him, hard as bone and sheathed in silk.  I stroked his flesh with my hand as best I