“That’s okay, me either.”
“Good. Because I don’t see that changing.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and spread my knees to make room for him. “Me either.”
With a cocky smirk, he pushes into me, inch by inch until I’m completely filled. It’s then that I’m certain I’m in real trouble because nothing has ever felt this right.
Chapter Fifteen
Ethan
I bury my length deep inside her and she clenches around it.
“Ethan,” she says as though it takes all her energy to speak.
I get what she means. I have no idea how to explain the feeling that just took over my body. This isn’t just a one-time fuck to get each other out of our systems. At least for me, I can’t deny what’s happening.
I lower my body and lock her head between my forearms, pulling out of her warmth and slowly sliding back in. Her neck cranes back and I take the opportunity to scatter kisses along her jaw.
She’s not loud, but she’s not quiet either. Every time I shift or explore her body, her moans are scattered like breadcrumbs on an unfamiliar path so that I remember exactly what she likes. I slide my hand up her leg, bringing her ankle up to rest on my shoulder, and a long strangled groan escapes her as I thrust deeper.
“You feel amazing,” I say, unable to hold back my thoughts. She could ask me anything right now and I’d be honest because this isn’t just sex. Just like that night on the train, this feels different, as cliché as that sounds. And I’m a writer—I hate clichés.
“You too.” Her fingernails dig into my shoulder blades and I hammer into her a little harder this time.
For the next ten minutes we vary our positions, all with me on top. When we’re both on the brink of ecstasy, I release her legs. She wraps them around my middle, her heels digging into my back.
Brushing away the loose strands of chestnut from her sweaty hairline, I smile down at her right before I capture her lips. She wraps her arms around my neck, anchoring me to her like I’m a life vest.
I’m not going anywhere. If I get anything out of what’s happened tonight, it’s that work or not, Blanca Mancini is going to be in my life. I’ll have to figure it out on my own.
A shudder runs through her and if I’m reading her body correctly, she’s about to plunge into ecstasy. The last place I want to be is up in my head about the do’s and don’ts of dating a co-worker. I want to commit this to memory.
Our tongues slide together, our hands clench and our bodies tense with the pressure of our impending orgasms. She falls first, her thighs clenching around my middle, her grip firmer and stronger, making sure I go nowhere.
After she whispers incoherent words in my ear, I do the same and lose all control, rutting into her on a groan and holding myself there.
“You’re everything,” I whisper. “The whole package. Beautiful, funny, sarcastic…” My compliments fall away as my brain grows fuzzy and all I can think of is how great it feels to come inside of her.
Our tense muscles slowly relax, and I roll over beside her.
“I’ll be right back.” Sliding out of the bed, I head to the bathroom, dispose of my condom in the trash, and wash my hands. “Do you need anything?” I ask while I make my way back to the bed.
She climbs out of bed, grabbing my shirt from off the floor, throwing it over herself. “I can do it.”
Of course she can because Blanca might be the most independent woman I’ve ever dated. I just hope the fact she took my shirt is a sign that she’s going to come back to bed because I’m going to want her again in about ten minutes.
Sadly, a few minutes later, she leaves the bathroom and sits down at the foot of the bed.
This is exactly why you shouldn’t sleep with someone unless you’re both on the same page. I’m guessing we’re not.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, using any excuse to keep her here.
She looks at me over her shoulder, her gaze pensive. “Where do we go from here?”
“Well, I thought we’d eat.”
Her face grows serious. I knew this about her. I knew she wasn’t going to let us explore this without there being some type of classification afterward. Blanca isn’t like any other woman I’ve dated. But that’s what’s scary about her. She calls me out on my bullshit.
“Then I think I’m going to head out.”
“No.” I rush to my feet and grab her arm. “Stay.”
Our eyes lock and I see it all there. Everything I’ve been feeling. Blanca is transparent enough for me to see that maybe I’m different to her too.
“Why should I stay?”
“Because I like what we just did, and I want to do it again.” I smile but her eyes narrow and her jaw tics.
“Is that what this is? A booty call? Should I call you the next time I’m coming home from the bar at two in the morning so we can fuck?” She strips off my T-shirt and discards it on the bed, grabbing for her underwear and heading out to the living room.
“Blanca,” I say, sighing when she shrugs me off.
“No, Ethan. I’ve given you way too many chances up to this point. I like you but I’m not going to be a fuck buddy or whatever it is you’re looking for. I’m a woman who deserves a man to fall on the sword for my love. I deserve to be won over. So I think as great as this was, I should just go before we cause further damage.”
I run a hand through my hair, grabbing a pair of track pants out of my drawer, I shrug them on and follow her. She can’t be serious. What does she want me to do? Lay it all out there? All my fears. Make myself that vulnerable when we haven’t even known one another that long?
“I’m not sure what you want from me?”
She shakes her head as she does up the button to her jeans and then tries to put on one shoe while hopping on the other leg. “Nothing. It’s cool if you don’t feel what I do. I should’ve known with the way you’ve been so hot and cold.”
Here we go again with this bullshit. We’re co-workers. What does she not get?
“You’re seriously just going to walk out of here?”
The hopping method of getting her sandal back on proves difficult so she sits down on the chair to fully unbuckle it. “I’ve given you way too much of my time and effort at this point. You’re playing games and I don’t do games. I thought you were just scared. That maybe with time you’d overcome whatever it is that’s making you fight this thing between us, but I see now nothing’s going to change.” She gets one shoe on and tries to slip on the other one.
I steal it away like a fourth grader.
She huffs and holds out her hand. “Give me my shoe.”
“No.” I hold it tight with both hands.
She stands and I raise it above my head. Am I seriously doing this like we’re teenagers flirting or something?
“Fine. I’ll go home with one shoe.”
My arms fall when her back faces me and her hand is on the doorknob.
“Don’t leave,” I say.
She slowly turns around, but her hand finds the doorknob once more to tell me that’s not enough. That she wants more from me if I really want her to stay here.