until it was safe.
So, he’d coaxed her back into bed and made love to her until she was too weak to move and too tired to go home. Sure, it was cheating, but he didn’t feel the least bit guilty as he watched her eyelids flutter with whatever dream she was having. He would never have believed himself to be the romantic sort, but he found himself thinking about drawing up a bubble bath with rose petals and candles around the tub. Or riding out to the lake and having a picnic on the shore.
Jesus, he was falling hard and fast.
It wouldn’t be such a problem, except he couldn’t be with her all the time to guarantee her safety, and if anyone followed her here, they would figure out what was going on between the two of them. He needed more protection for her, and that meant getting Corey in on things. He wanted to avoid doing that. He knew how transparent it would be to Corey in terms of Ethan’s personal interest.
At the same time, if he didn’t let his club know what was going on, he’d cause more trouble for himself. He’d already pushed enough buttons, and while he still disagreed with Corey’s stance on things, he honestly didn’t want to lose his place with the Devil’s Flames. Rocky had said there were some things worth fighting for, and Ethan agreed wholeheartedly when it came to the decisions he’d made so far. But was it worth risking Brett’s safety, as well as being cast out, to go out on his own here?
Laying here, indecisive, wouldn’t get him anywhere, that much he knew. But he kept coming up short when trying to figure out which way the scales tipped. He wanted to sleep on it, try to get his brain to stop churning, and he curled an arm around Brett, spooning against her and letting the warmth of her body and the feel of her curves seduce him, this time not into pleasure but into slumber.
It worked, but his eyes popped open at six, and he was wide awake. Brett woke, too, an early riser. She smiled at him as he stumbled around, tripping over the clothes they’d thrown off last night. “Are your eyes even open?” she asked with humor in her tone.
He loved the slur of sleep that still clung to her lips and grinned back. “I’m wide awake, just low on fuel. I need to make some coffee and shower.”
She threw the covers off and got to her feet, drawing Ethan’s attention to her naked body. Would it be so wrong to tumble right back into bed and drag her down with him? But she was already by the door. “I’ll make the coffee.”
Damn. The idea of her in his kitchen, sans clothes, had his cock twitching, and he grunted, adjusting himself as he gathered up a pair of boxers and headed to the bathroom. He grabbed his phone on the way, deciding he would text Rocky. He needed an objective opinion, and he felt like Rocky would help him make the right decision.
He tossed his phone on the counter and stepped into the shower, washing away the sleep in his eyes and forcing away thoughts of more inviting ways to spend his day. By the time he got out, the whole house smelled like coffee, and he hurried to dry himself and snatch on his boxers, anxious to get a cup.
He was disappointed to see that Brett had tugged on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, but she looked so damn adorable in them he instantly forgave her. She sat on the window seat at the edge of the kitchen, which he assumed was supposed to be a breakfast nook. She had her knees curled against her chest and her cup in her hand, her hair mussed around her head, and it was the most delicious sight he could imagine.
As she looked up and saw him, she stood and plodded over to pour him a cup, and he took it gratefully, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. It was a testament to his self control that he stopped with such little contact. Leaning against the counter, he took a sip and closed his eyes, letting the warmth settle in his empty stomach.
“I would have started breakfast, but you literally have nothing here. I could have poured cereal, but it would have been soggy,” she told him with an amused expression.
He