29. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
KINSLEY
T he smell of fresh coffee stirs me from my sleep. That, and the way the mattress dips beside me. When I peek open my eyes, Ethan’s there, sliding under the covers. He embraces me, and, whoa, he’s naked.
Very. Very. Naked.
“Coffee’s ready when you want it,” he whispers into my ear.
“Mmm,” I say, thinking more about his penis than the coffee as it rests against my naked ass.
I should be panicking. We’ve had sex not once but twice now. And according to Ethan, last night constituted making love, which falls into the category of holy shit balls. Never have I ever had somebody tell me they wanted to make love to me before. Sex, yes. Fucking, of course. Love? Never.
But last night was incredible. Ethan was more attentive than any man I’ve ever been with. He didn’t just shove his dick inside me and seek out his own pleasure. He worshipped me.
“Do you want me to pour you a cup?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my neck.
“Mmm,” I say again, ignoring the fact that it’s a weekday and there’s sunlight seeping in through the windows. Ethan no doubt has to get to work, but would it be so bad if I wanted another round before reality kicks back in? I reach around me and plant my hand on his rock-hard shaft. “I’d much rather have you.”
With a groan, Ethan nuzzles into my neck, his cock pulsing. “I can make that happen.” He kisses the sensitive spot he discovered last night and nibbles on the outer edge of my ear before rolling me over. Above me, he hits me with a panty-melting smile. “You look good in my bed, you know that?”
“Your bed is oddly comfortable,” I laugh.
With a smirk, he plants his lips on mine.
“Mmm,” I hum again.
“I like that noise,” he murmurs, his breath skating across my mouth.
“There’s a lot more where that came from. All you have to do is…… oh .” I moan in delight when Ethan’s fingers slide through my already wet folds.
“This is amazing,” I say, holding up my mug of reheated coffee. Ethan, who’s still completely naked, stands in the kitchen, cutting a bagel in half, grinning. His chiseled abs flex as he places each slice in the toaster. His penis, while not erect, is still ridiculously large. My thighs clench at the memory of how it fit inside me so perfectly.
“I’m glad you like it.” He winks.
I like more than the coffee, but I don’t dare say that out loud. I’m typically a brutally honest person, but when the truth is wrapped around such deep emotions, I tend to be a bit more guarded. And because I’m not sure what’s happening between us, my instinct is to shield my heart from any possible future betrayal. Though after watching him walk so leisurely around his compact kitchen in the nude, I might be willing to bend my own rules.
Crap. This was not the plan. Having sex with my ex-boyfriend, making love, and now drinking coffee with a sheet wrapped around my own naked body? I never could have imagined any of it.
I clear my throat and take another sip. As I’m setting my mug on the counter, my phone vibrates beside it, and an incoming text pops up.
Tessa: Please say you’re at Ethan’s having the best sex of your life.
I snort and type out a quick response.
Me: Maybe.
When I look up, Ethan has an eyebrow arched in question.
“It’s Tessa. She’s just making sure I’m okay.” My phone vibrates again.
Tessa: We leave tomorrow. Can you two meet us for dinner?
Me: Sure. When and where?
As I tap Send, I catch sight of the time, and my stomach sinks. “It’s already after nine. Don’t you have to be at work?”
Ethan shakes his head just as the toaster pops. He pulls out the two bagel halves and sets them on a paper plate. “I’m working a double tomorrow for the parade and festival, so I have the day off. I was thinking,” he says, spreading a light layer of cream cheese on one half, “if you’re up for it, we’ll go see Maggie. Maybe afterward, we can pick up lunch, then head to her house to look around again.”
I gape at him.
“What?” Chuckling, he slides the bagel with cream cheese toward me and then takes a bite out of the dry piece.
“Nothing.” I blink rapidly. “It’s just that we’ve spent the last”—I count on my fingers—“five days together, not including Friday night. You really want to spend your day off with me? You don’t have to. My sister won’t even be there. We don’t have to pretend.”
Ethan’s mouth twists into a sexy grin. “We both know we’re not pretending anymore.”
His honesty sends a shiver straight to my core, igniting a fire I reluctantly have to extinguish, because let’s face it, my vagina needs a break.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch his length begin to swell.
“You seriously need to put that away,” I say, biting the inside of my cheek. “If you’re serious about today, I have a whole list of things to accomplish, which means we need to get moving.”
Dropping his head, he huffs a laugh and covers his goods. Then, his voice husky, he says, “Then how about we go shower?”