Chapter 10
SEALING A DEAL ON THE COUCH
KIARA
I opened my heavy-lidded eyes and stifled a yawn. I had a pounding headache and my limbs were sore from last night. Especially my core. Wait—last night. When Ethan kissed me and we made out on his bed, he watched me pleasure myself and then proceeded to have ora—
“Mhmm . . . stay,” a deep husky voice hummed when I tried to shuffle.
My body froze when I felt the warm puff of breath on my neck and I let out a shiver when the person pulled me closer to the muscled chest. My eyes snapped to the ceiling and I sighed in relief when I saw the crashing waves staring back at me.
I noticed that Ethan was shirtless, and his strong arms were tightly cinched around me.
And to my utter surprise, his one palm was holding my left breast.
Blood rushed to my cheeks and I had to stifle the urge to move when I felt that his hips were pressed against mine, cocooning me to his body.
Then I realized I was naked in my best friend’s bed while he held my breast, his face hidden in the crook of my neck.
The blanket was bundled between our tangled legs as I had the habit of kicking in my sleep.
I sighed in relief when I found that Ethan was still wearing his pants.
Thank God. My virginity was intact, but I could feel the soreness between my legs from last night.
Even sleeping, he looked beautifully handsome.
His hair was a tousled mess, brushing over my bare skin and sending small shivers all over my body.
There was a stern pout on his lips, eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown when his hold on my breast tightened and a small gasp escaped my lips.
My breasts were always sensitive in the morning, and the way his large palm took hold of one of them aroused me.
He shuffled in his sleep, pressing his hips against me where I could feel his rock-hard boner.
My eyes widened when I felt his length and girth rubbing against me, the denim of his jeans creating friction over my most sensitive part of the body.
Holy shit. I knew he was well-endowed, but the feeling of him grinding against me was something out of this world.
Just imagining him inside me made me want to turn on my back and let him take my virginity.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to imagine that.
“Ethan,” I whispered, trying to turn and face him, but his arm around my waist tightened, and I licked my lips when I eyed the veins on his forearm.
Focus, Kiara.
I am.
Not on his muscles!
“Ethan, wake up.” I poked his cheek, his eyes fluttering, the shadow of his long lashes brushing over his cheekbones. Ethan smiled lazily and moved his face in the valley of my breasts and snuggled to them, falling asleep. He looks so adorable.
By the smile on his lips, I knew he was having a great dream.
His stubble feathered over my sensitive skin when he let out a small sigh, cocooning to me and snuggling further on my chest, his lips pressed over my breast. Oh, God, I didn’t want to wake him up, but he was all over me and I couldn’t breathe.
I lied, “Ethan, I’m dripping.”
His eyes snapped open and his pupils dilated as he turned to face me. “What?” How someone could have such a deep and husky morning voice was beyond me.
“You’re . . . uh, you’re holding my boob.”
I was surprised I said that to my best friend with a straight face.
His eyes lowered to my chest and his cheeks turned crimson. Ethan cleared his throat, lowering his hand to my waist. “Sorry about that.”
He lay beside me in a way that our naked chests pressed against each other. Sunlight swept in his room through the gaps of curtains, and he looked as handsome as ever, smiling at me. His eyes glittered like two beautiful diamonds; jade and sapphire.
His knuckles brushed over my cheek, his fingers twirling the strand of my hair. “How are you feeling?”
I smiled when he played with my hair. “Hammered,” I said and nestled my face on his chest, taking a deep breath of his masculine spicy scent. God, he smells amazing.
“I want to hibernate.”
Ethan chuckled, his chest vibrating under my cheek, and pulled the blanket over us. When I was falling in deep slumber, I could feel his hands playing with my hair and holding me close.
* * *
“Wake up, Kiara.”
I didn’t move a muscle. After a while, the bed around me dipped and he said again, “Bella, wake up.”
I peeked at him and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt. His hair was damp, and I realized he had already taken a shower. Well, there goes my idea of showering with him. I smiled sleepily and hid my flushed face in the pillows, which smelled like him; musky cinnamon and woodsy scent.
“I know what you’re thinking, Kiara.” He tugged at the blankets. “Come on, wake up!”
“I am naked, Ethan.”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen anything.”
Touché.
I let him yank the blankets and shivered at the cold breeze brushing over my body. I had to bite down my smirk when Ethan cursed softly under his breath when his eyes landed on me.
“Like what you see?” I teased when my body warmed under his scorching gaze.
Ethan shook his head as if he was lost in a trance. “No. I love what I’m seeing. You’re like the wet dream of every high school guy. Naked on his bed.”
His words were enough to arouse me, and I wondered if he realized that my nipples were hard because of him and not the cold.
I sat up and let out a big yawn, rubbing my eyes with my hand.
I could feel his scorching gaze on me, and when I raised my eyebrow at him, his cheeks flushed, and he looked down at his feet.
“Um . . . you should take a shower. The water’s still hot a-and . . . I’ll be in the kitchen.”
I smiled at his sudden shyness while his eyes roved over my bare skin. “Stop staring at me like that. It’s not like you haven’t seen anything,” I said.
His eyes turned into a darker shade and he licked his lips. “Yes, but”—he paused and shook his head—“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” With that, he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I blinked at the door and looked away. I really wanted him to complete that sentence.
Walking to the bathroom, I came to a halt and gaped at the girl who stared back at me from the reflection.
I looked different. My hair was a tousled mess, but my eyes had a natural shine in them and the gold flecks in them were glowing.
My body was flushed, and I looked happy, radiant even.
I bit my lip and traced the hickey on the column of my neck.
Releasing my lip, I trailed my hand down my décolletage over another small hickey and love bites peppering over my breasts, stomach, hips, and my inner thigh.
I took a sharp breath, remembering how he had kissed and worshipped my body last night. He had changed from usually innocent, shy Ethan to someone else who knew exactly where to touch and pleasure me. I leaned on the sink and chuckled softly.
Silent ones are really the wild ones.
* * *
I was taming my wavy hair when I stepped out of his room in nothing but his shirt and briefs and as soon as my eyes landed on his broad back in the kitchen, I changed the direction of my feet.
I shamelessly ogled my best friend’s back while he made pancakes. The muscles hiding under his T-shirt moved and shifted as he worked. I licked my lips. Of their own accord, my eyes trailed down to his firm butt and I would be lying if I didn’t want to tap that. He was a sight for sore eyes.
I cleared my throat. “Good morning, Ethan.”
He looked over his shoulder and I smiled at him when his mismatched eyes hooded with a swirl of emotions. What was he thinking? Did I have something on my face? Would he want me on his face?
Jesus, Kiara. Have some manners. Right, I’d ask him that after we had breakfast.
Ethan replied with a small smile. “Morning, Bella.”
He served the pancakes on two plates I had arranged. I had to sit on the counter to take out the maple syrup from the upper cabinet. I knew he was biting down his grin because he could easily reach over with his hand and get it.
Ethan ran a hand through his hair once I got down on the floor and I remembered that it was the same hair I had tugged last night when he kissed me and made me come on his mouth.
I could feel my cheeks turn warm, so I looked down at my plate, trying to hide the blush with my hair as we walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. Ethan sat far away from me.
Did I miss something?
I cleared my head and decided to maintain my attention on the television, but I couldn’t.
The shirt I was wearing had his scent all over it and as creepy as it sounded, I wanted to take a small sniff of the shirt.
Not to mention, I had used his shower gel today because my shower gel in his bathroom was finished.
“Do you have a hangover?” he asked, switching the channel to cartoons.
He wasn’t looking at me and I knew he was trying to avoid it. Well, too bad. I shifted on the couch so my back rested on the arm of the sofa and spread out my legs in front of me so that the end of my soles were brushing his thigh.
I smiled innocently. “No, E, I had very little tequila and beer.”
I focused on eating the delicious pancakes and smirked internally when I would feel his eyes on my face, my legs or the skin showing on my neck in between the buttons of the shirt.
“What?” I asked as I licked the Nutella off the spoon, swirling my tongue around the cold metal while staring directly at him.
His eyes widened and I knew he wanted me to stop because he shuffled in his seat and I decided to give him mercy by removing the spoon from my mouth. I could see how he clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in a thin line when he tried to have his breakfast as if my presence didn’t bother him.