“Ethan…” I could barely speak, his touch was too much.
“Which parts were true?”
“The interview was at Starbucks,” I murmured, and he rewarded that pathetic answer with an open mouthed kiss that sent tremors up and down my spine.
“That’s not what I’m talking about Selena,” he slid his hands across my legs again. “Is it the part about no-clothes sex being better than half-clothes sex?”
Don’t answer that…Just keep looking like you don’t know what the hell he’s talking about…
I heard the sound of lace tearing and realized he’d ripped my panties off.
“I liked those panties Ethan,” I gasped. “They were my favorites!”
He tossed them into the corner and smiled at me. “I’ll buy you some new ones,” he slowly ripped all the snaps off my bra. “I wouldn’t have done that if you’d answered my question...Do you want to answer it now?”
No…I need to figure out a way to distract him...
I suppressed a moan as he sensually bit my neck. “Would you show me how to ride a motorcycle one day?”
“Maybe. I’m not convinced you’re over your fear yet. You still back away whenever you see me riding mine.”
“I am! I really want to learn now!”
“Hmmm,” he pulled my bra over my head and began kissing my br**sts. “I’ll think about it.”
Shit…
“Um, did I ever tell you I won the Shakespeare recitation contest my first two years in college? There was a trivia portion and I was the only one who knew the work, act, and scene that each random line came from.”
He stopped. “You read Shakespeare?”
“Who doesn’t?”
“You’re a very impressive person Selena,” he looked into my eyes. “I don’t know why you ever changed anything about yourself for people who didn’t matter.”
I thought I had him distracted. I was about to ask what his favorite Shakespearean work was and move away from him, but he continued teasing my ni**les with his tongue.
This would be a lot easier if this didn’t feel so good…
I couldn’t act unaffected anymore—he was starting to kiss me all over, and his skilled mouth was sending me over the edge. He was going lower and lower and—I twitched and let a muffled moan escape from my throat.
“Do you—do you—do you think you’ll visit me in New York after you go back to Boston, Ethan?” I asked breathlessly.
He stopped his barrage of kisses and sat up. “What type of question is that?”
“And would you mind being my plus one at this wedding?” I reached down and pulled a blanket over my body. “It’s in a month and it’ll be in Memphis, Tennessee. I don’t have anyone else to go with…”
He snatched the blanket away and smiled. “So I’m your last resort?”
“Yes. I mean, no. No. I want you to go with me. I wasn’t trying to—”
“Selena,” he put his finger atop my lips. “Are you honestly trying to distract me and play shy?”
“Depends…Are you trying to have sex with me? In my treehouse?”
“No,” he whispered. “I’m trying to make love to you…Unless you just want to cuddle. I’m sure that’d be really enjoyable too…What do you want to do?”
I awoke to Ethan planting kisses on my face and running his fingers through my hair. It was still storming outside, but the rain was down to a steady patter and the thunder was a soft rumble.
“Good morning beautiful,” he looked into my eyes. “Are you feeling okay?”
I gave a slight nod.
I couldn’t do much else. My body was in a state of shock and I could still feel the after effects of last night.
I finally realized it was true: There was a huge difference between “making love” and “having sex,” and after being with Ethan, I didn’t want to “have sex” ever again.
“Are you going to say something to me?” he smiled. “Anything?”
I shook my head.
He laughed and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me again and again, and told me how happy he was that he’d met me.
We lay gazing at each other for what felt like forever, ignoring the distorted rings of our cell phones.
I didn’t want the moment to ever end.
Ethan took one more look at me and kissed me before closing his eyes. When I was sure he was sleeping, I reached over and touched his face, delicately dragging my fingers across his lips.
“I think I could hang out with you for the rest of my life…”
His eyes fluttered open and he raised his eyebrow.
I gasped. “I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping...I’m not trying to imply what you might think—I’m not saying… I know we haven’t known each other that long but…Well, I feel really close to you and...I guess I’m just saying that last night was incredible and I’d love to do that again…And umm I really enjoy spending time with you every day and—”
He stopped my babbling with a soft and passionate kiss. “I feel the same way about you.”
Chapter 22
Ethan
My feelings were uncontrollable—I couldn’t even pretend like I had power over them. My heart seemed to beat faster every time Selena was around me, and as hard as I tried to stay focused on other things throughout the day, she managed to slip into my mind.