he asked me softly. My heart slammed in my chest. I’d been caught. My mind went blank and I had no idea what to say.
I stammered as he held onto my wrist, not letting me turn away no matter how much I tried. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me. Please don’t hate me, Ethan. Don’t leave me,” I said as I felt my throat constrict and the stupid tears appear once again.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with tenderness. “Hate you? Leave you? Are you kidding?” he asked.
I stared at him, not sure what to say. I knew he’d had feelings for me in the past, but nothing direct had ever been said and it had been a while since I’d really felt that from him. The horror I felt was huge and I’d never wanted to get away from him more in my life.
I took a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I know we’re just friends. I’ve had a very rough few days and I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me,” I said, wiping the tears from my face with my free hand.
Suddenly, he jerked me toward him as I slammed against his chest. He wrapped one arm around me while I felt his other hand hold my chin so I’d look at him. “Would you please just shut up?” he asked, crushing his mouth to mine.
Ethan moved his mouth over mine seductively, teasing me, his tongue gliding over my lips. I sighed at his touch and opened my mouth, granting him access. He took advantage and drove his tongue inside, swirling it around. Shoving my hands in his hair I returned his kiss, following his lead.
I felt his hands slide down to my hips and he turned me over so I was lying on the couch. Pleasure raced through me when I felt him climb on top of me. His kisses started a path toward my neck, leaving me breathless. I turned my head to give him easier access and he moved lower, reaching my collarbone. I sighed as I felt him kiss from one side to the other, back up my neck and reaching my lips again. I put my hands behind his head and pulled him closer, loving the way his kisses were making me feel.
We made out for what seemed like hours before he tore his mouth from mine, panting. He rested his forehead on mine and rubbed circles on my arms. I was completely stunned at what had just happened and even more stunned that I wanted more.
He finally lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Are you okay?” he whispered. I looked at him and saw the concern, the fear. He had no idea what I was going to say, what I was going to do.
I ran my hand through his hair, then brushed over his cheek, feeling the stubble I loved. I was feeling so euphoric at the moment and I didn’t want to think about the consequences. I just wanted him.
“I’m fine. More than fine. What I want more than anything is for you to do that again,” I said, biting my lower lip, not sure how he would react.
He groaned and bent his head down, pressing his mouth to mine in another searing kiss. He licked the place on my lower lip where I’d bitten down, then sucked on it. I moaned in pleasure and pushed his head toward me again, wanting absolutely no space between us.
He lifted the hem of my shirt and started caressing me with his hand, giving me goose bumps. I felt him smile against my lips as he continued to touch me with feather-light strokes. I started to do the same to him, but his hand reached over and stopped me before I could touch him.
I whimpered in protest as he kissed over to my ear and whispered, “Not yet, angel.” He then went back to touching me, ever so slowly moving his hand upward. I tingled in anticipation when he stopped and moved his hand to cup my ass, pressing me closer to him.
I sighed as he traced my earlobe with his tongue, then softly blew on it, his warm breath making me shudder. I welcomed his lips back to mine when he started kissing me again. I tried to touch him again on his stomach, but he shook his head, once again putting his hand over mine and stopping me.
“Be patient,” he whispered. “Soon.”
I groaned