of things pertaining to you, Tegan.” His hands moved up over my hips, pulling me closer to him. “I think you’d look beautiful, swollen with my child inside of you.”
I stopped fingering his hair because this was way too much. I couldn’t handle how candid he was being. “You’re not allowed to say things like that to me,” I said softly.
“Why not? It’s the truth.” He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “I still think about that night we spent together, how I regret not sinking inside of you while I had you in my bed. Do you know how difficult it was not to drag you over here when you had that lust potion in you? I spent the night imagining all the ways I wanted to violate you, but also hating the fact that I had to keep you at a distance.”
Goose-pimples broke out all over my skin.
“You didn’t have to keep me at a distance. You could have just forgiven me.”
“I wasn’t ready to do that.”
“Are you ready now?”
He didn’t answer, but I suddenly realised there was barely an inch between our mouths and we were on the verge of doing something very, very stupid. I pulled away, putting some space between us. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the scissors and quietly began trimming the ends of his hair.
Ethan typically went for that long on top, short at the sides sort of style. I tried my best to recreate the look, but I couldn’t get it close enough on the sides without an electric shaver.
I got so lost in the cutting that it took me a minute to feel something tugging at my shirt. When I looked down, Ethan had pulled one of the buttons open to expose the upper part of my breast. He dragged his knuckles across my skin, and my breathing quickened.
“Stop that. I’m trying to concentrate.”
“You’re good with hair,” he said, dropping his hand but leaving the shirt button open.
“I told you I was.”
“I bet you’d be good at being under me, too.”
My hand started to shake so I put the scissors down. I was more or less finished anyway. Picking up the towel, I used it to dust the stray clippings off the back of his neck and around his ears.
“All done,” I said.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered, and before I knew what was happening, he’d pulled me onto his lap. I was suddenly aware that I had no underwear on beneath the shirt. Ethan dropped his face to my neck and licked me right over the spot where Eliza bit me. The wound had healed over, but it was still sensitive.
“We can’t do this,” I protested, gasping when his hand slipped inside the shirt and cupped my breast.
“Yes, we can,” he argued, pushing my thighs farther apart. He was so calm and collected, and I was a heaving, breathless mess.
He claimed my mouth with his tongue, his hand travelling up to hold my neck. His thumb brushed back and forth over the bite marks, and I felt it deep down in my core. His other hand slipped under the hem of the shirt, and he groaned when he touched me. I was so wet it was embarrassing. He slipped his fingers inside of me, and I trembled against him.
“I take it you’re pleased with your haircut,” I muttered, as his fingers moved in and out.
“More than you can imagine,” he answered, thrusting so deep this time that I moaned.
I fumbled with the waist of his jeans, trying to get them off him. In the back of my mind, I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I just couldn’t stop. I needed to lose myself in him, forget about all the bad things that were happening.
A few minutes of hungry kissing and groping later, he picked me up and carried me into his room. It wasn’t the one I’d just been sleeping in, but a larger one at the end of the hall. He put me down on the bed and climbed over me, a look of pure, undiluted lust shining in his gold eyes.
“I’m going to make you forget about every other man in the world,” he promised.
I swallowed thickly, every pore in my body primed and ready for whatever was to come next.
14.
Ethan pushed the shirt off my shoulders, baring my nakedness. His eyes soaked me in, and I suppressed a tremble at how his golden irises practically glowed in the dark room. They reminded me