CHAPTER 4

IRRESISTIBLE TEMPTATION

Selena. 

The kiss is brief—the first kiss at least—it's the one after that that stirs trouble. 

When I press my lips against Ethan's, he immediately freezes, and I think to myself, you’ve really fucked up now. 

But then, his hands around my waist dip lower, as he pulls away from me, grazing my bare thigh. 

"Selena?" His voice is deep and husky, and the heat that's been swirling in my belly all the night, finally settles lower. 

I feel a little dizzy, even though it was just a gentle kiss, and for a while, I'm shaky on my feet. But Ethan holds me, his hold firm and strong. 

"Are you okay? You must be more drunk than I thought. Let me take you home." 

I will admit—the disappointment I felt hearing those words were probably a little inappropriate for someone who just left a six months relationship. 

"I'm not that drunk, Ethan." I think this is the first time I've said the name. 

Ethan. 

Even his name is strong and sexy. 

I've been doomed from the start anyway, and he must have approached me tonight for a reason. 

I don't see any reason two consenting adults can’t have a little fun, and this isn't even the alcohol speaking. 

"You don't know what you're doing. You're James ex, and this is..." He trails off. 

Gosh, is it that gross to him that he can't even give it a name? 

I put some space between us, and try to stand in my feet. The key word being try. "And?" It comes out a little haughty. 

He gives me a surprised stare. "And this might hurt him. He already hates me, plus you're drunk right now. You don't know what you want—" 

I cut him off, feeling a little more than upset right now. It's one thing to reject me, but to demean my consent? I don't know what I want? 

"Fine. I didn't want to say it, but now I will. James left me, okay? He broke up with me because he couldn't feel a fucking connection between us anymore."

Saying it out loud sounds even more pathetic, but I guess the cats out of the bag. 

Then in an effort to save face, I lean closer to him, pressing my face to his firm chest, "So this won't hurt him." 

I hear his harsh breathe, and feel his hands slip lower. 

Good. 

But he doesn't accept that easily. "Even if you're right about that, let's not forget the main reason we can't—shouldn't do this." 

I lick my lip slowly, and look up at him. "What reason?" For the life of me, I can't tell what he's talking about. 

Ethan sighs, and rubs his temple. "The obvious age gap between us. You're what? 20? And I'm more then twice your age." 

I giggle, something that probably gives away how drunk I am, but then I let my gaze slowly roam over Ethan. 

"First of, I'm 24." 

"That's beside the point, Selena." He bites out. 

"And, I'm a consenting adult, aren't I? If I say I want this, why are you having a moral stroke about it?" 

The words sound silly even to me. I guess I've stooped to the latest low I can. Begging my ex's dad to hook up with me. 

"Selena..." 

I raise a brow at him, suddenly feeling like some kind of predator. "Look, if you don't want this, it's fine. I won’t push you. I'm sorry." 

Fuck, this is embarrassing. 

Getting rejected by the father of the man who broke my heart. At least it can't get worse from here. 

But as I step away from Ethan, his hold around me tightens. "It's not that I don't want you." His voice is strained. 

I pause, staring into his intense brown eyes. I'll be blind not to notice the naked want in them. He looks like he's struggling with the need to restrain himself. 

"Then what?" I stare at him from beneath my lashes, and he cups my face. 

"I—fuck."

Huh?

Before I can blink, he presses his lips to mine again, and I let out a quiet gasp, letting him slip his tongue inside my mouth, and practically melt into him. 

The kiss is hot and needy, messy and wanton. It's a slow caress on my tongue, and I nearly moan with the feel of it. 

With the feel of everything he's doing to me. "Ethan," I gasp out, pressing us impossibly closer. 

His rough palms cup my cheek, caressing my nape, and holding me tighter. 

When we finally pull apart, I'm a panting needy mess. "Let's go. Let's leave right now." My voice sounds desperate even to my own ears, but I don't care. 

The pain, the alcohol, the way he looks at me, everything has combined to this one moment. 

"What about your friend?" Ethan surprisingly is levelheaded enough to ask. 

I shake my head, uncaring. "She'll be fine." 

Sorry, Kate. 

Suddenly, as if bursting out of his control, he pulls me against himself, until we're both walking towards the door of the club. 

Everything is a haze for a while, but before I know it, I'm inside a car, and I can feel Ethan all around me. 

He moves to start the car, but I can't wait anymore. "Take it off, I need you in me, please." 

Gosh, I know I should have some shame, but I need this. 

Ethan thankfully doesn't look like he can pretend to be the levelheaded one among us anymore. He abandons starting the car, and leans over me on the seat. 

I barely notice that he's moving my body to the back, while simultaneously taking off my flimsy gown, until his hands are roaming my skin. 

My boobs, my neck, my thighs. 

The slick heat between my legs. 

He's pressing kisses everywhere, and the only thing that leaves my lips are broken oh god, oh god, oh god, please don't stop. 

I'm writhing, and begging, wishing he'd abandon all the kissing and just sink into me. 

A single finger pushes inside me, and I begin to see stars. "Ethan, please!" 

"What do you need, baby?" His hoarse voice rubs my senses and makes me even hotter. 

"N-need you, please."

The words are barely out of my lips, before he groans and pushes into me in one long stroke. 

I gasp, and nearly convulse from the sweet feeling of fullness, feeling blissful and almost high. 

The last thing I think about is how wonderful this feels, world-rocking wonderful. 

So wonderful, that I'm moaning without abandon, and anyone can probably hear me if they come around the car. 

But I don't care. 

All I care about is the man thrusting into me, in perfect rhythm, like he owns me. 

And for a moment I think—yes, I'm his.