Chapter 9
Biannca
Reckless. That’s they only word I can use to describe how I’m acting right now. Irresponsible also fits since this is a work event that I’m now completely skipping out on.
But now that I’ve felt him, I can’t wait a second longer to feel him again. This time preferably in a place where we can strip down to nothing because from what I could feel through the tux he has abs for days.
And I have every intention of tracing every curve and valley with my fingers and my tongue.
We stop in front of a black sedan after our jog through the parking lot. Ethan squeezes my hand that’s still firmly in his and raises his eyebrows in question.
A bright smile is all I flash him before he’s unlocking the doors and opening the passenger side, helping me slide into the seat in my gown.
My car can stay here. If everything goes the way I’m hoping it will, Ethan can drive me to work on Monday morning. After we wake up together. And have spent the entirety of Sunday in bed.
Because dear God now that I’ve had him I will dig my claws in to keep him for at the very least the remainder of the weekend, if not far beyond.
The fact that he’s still dripping from between my thighs is a thrill I never knew I needed. My dress may be ruined after this. I may make a mess all over the seat of his very nice car. I’m sure he doesn’t care since he knows exactly the condition we left the library in.
The second he’s in the driver’s seat, he links his fingers with mine, pulling my hand to his mouth and running parted lips over my knuckles.
“Where to?” He doesn’t let go as he rolls his head in my direction.
“My place?” I don’t want to be too forward. I want him to come in, to stay, but if he doesn’t want to, or only wants another fuck at least I’ll be home instead of needing him to give me an awkward ride home.
“Wherever you’d be more comfortable the rest of the weekend.” There’s a coy smile on his lips.
One of my brows quirks. It’s exactly what I want, but I can’t just let him know. “The weekend, huh?”
“I’m not letting you go.” His face falls and a flicker of hesitation washes over his features. “Unless…unless you have an opposition to that.”
Leaning across the center console I press my mouth to his, hovering for a moment. “It’s exactly what I want.”
“Let me bring you back to my place. Make you breakfast in the morning.”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
His teeth pinch my lower lip. “You won’t need them.”
Clenching my thighs, I shift and fall back into my seat. “Okay.”
He lets my hand go for a moment to put the car in drive and then links our hands again, laying them in my lap while he drives through town.
The ride is quiet, but it’s not awkward. If anything, there’s a peacefulness in the air. The acceptance of two people who finally found their way to each other. Like something clicked into place.
We park and Ethan jumps out, running around the front of the car to open my door, reaching his hand out for me to take. Before closing the door, he leans back in to grab my purse and the very crushed long stem rose he brought me.
On the elevator ride up to his apartment, he cradles my face and kisses me slow and deep. I’ve never felt this wanted. This desired.
It’s not just the fact that he can’t keep his hands and lips off of me. It’s the way he holds me, the way his arms wrap around me, gentle but firm. Like he’s holding something delicate and precious that he needs to be careful with but will protect at all costs.
Ethan glances back over his shoulder at me a few times as he nervously works to get the key in the lock.
My eyes widen when we make it through the threshold. Not only is it a gorgeous apartment with a great view of the river, but it’s immaculate.
“Um, is your apartment always this clean?” I turn and look up at him as he comes to stand right behind me.
He scoffs and I hope I haven’t offended him. “Fuck no. I was so nervous worrying you were going to hate me for not telling you it was me that I had nothing to do all day and cleaned the whole damn place. Not that I’m complaining now since you’re here.”
Well, at least now I know he’s not a neat freak. That wouldn’t vibe so well with my messy self.
I spin to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my toes to brush my lips against his.
Holding me with one hand, he runs the other through my hair. “You’re so damn beautiful.” The words are mumbled, reverent. “If all you give me is tonight, this weekend, I’ll be forever grateful.”
I sigh and trap his face between my hands. The scruff on his cheeks pricks my palms. “Ethan. Why are you so convinced that this is one sided?”
“I’m not. I just don’t want to pressure you into anything. Maybe you’ll wake up tomorrow and realize this isn’t what you expected or want. I don’t know.”
“You could do the very same thing.”
“Impossible.” His sureness is so damn sexy.
I take a step back. Then another. And another, kicking my heels off on the way. His brows draw down, curiosity ricocheting through his eyes.
“If that’s true, then I think you should show me.” Biting the corner of my lower lip, I lower the straps from my dress, sliding them down my arms and shimmying the dress below my breasts so it falls to the ground.
I’m left standing in nothing but my lacy black panties and a strapless bra. And while I’d normally feel self conscious, I don’t. Instead, I’m incredibly confident. Because Ethan’s pupils are blown wide, his mouth is hanging open and he can’t tear his gaze from raking over my body again and again.
With hurried movements, he yanks off his shoes, his jacket and bow-tie, dropping them all to the floor before crossing to me and cupping my jaw as he takes me mouth.
We shuffle a few steps backward and Ethan catches me by looping an arm around my waist before I fall to the couch.
A mischievous smirk crosses his face and I’m about to ask him what he’s thinking when he swoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I squeal as he all but runs to his room and tosses me on the bed.
I watch with rapt attention while he starts undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. When it’s mostly undone, I scramble to me knees and move to the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch him.
He has a defined six pack, the deep V in the hips, and a sprinkle of hair across his chest. My fingers dip in the grooves, over the ridges, and my clit throbs.
“Bee.” My name whispered against my ear has a shiver racing down my spine. But I can’t pull my hands of my eyes from the snack in front of me.
“Hm.”
“I’m hungry.”
Now I pull back to take him in. He’s hungry? “Um. Okay. Do-do you want to go get some food?”
A wicked smile curls the corners of his lips. “Oh, Bee. I’m not hungry for food. I’m hungry for you.”
My eyes widen as he finishes taking off his clothes and climbs on the bed. I push myself back as he prowls toward me. But instead of climbing over me, he lays on his back next to me.
I don’t get a second to puzzle out what’s going on here. Grabbing my hips, Ethan places me on top of him, my legs on either side of his chest.
“Sit on my face, Biannca. Let me taste you.”
“What? No. I-I can’t do that. I’ll crush you.” I go to shift but can’t. His arms have wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place.
“First of all, you won’t crush me. Second of all, even if I were to somehow die of suffocation, it’d be worth every fucking second. Now sit.” The bossy side of Ethan is something I never would have expected. But fuck, it’s hot.
Regardless, I’m still hesitant. It’s not that I’ve never done this before. It’s more that I’ve never done it this way.
The question I have to ask myself, is do I hold on to the uncertainty or I let go?