My back arches off the sofa and I run my fingers through his hair. The man has a magical mouth and he knows how to use his tongue to drive me crazy.
Peeking up at me right as he gets to the top of my panties, his expression is one of mischief. His finger slides along the top, teasing me and I squirm under his touch.
“I see how you want to play this game. Remember, there’s always payback.”
He chuckles and hooks his fingers under the sides of my underwear, pulling them down and off, tossing them on the floor.
He glides his hand down my leg and props my knee up on his shoulder. His eyes never leave mine as his lips cast small kisses to the inside of my thigh. “You’re beautiful,” he says, growing closer to my center.
I hook my other leg over his shoulder then grip the strands of his dark hair, weaving my fingers through just as his tongue twirls around my clit.
I buck up off the couch and his free hand falls to my pelvis to keep me grounded. His teasing eyes meet mine once more and although I can’t see his lips, his eyes say he’s smiling.
“Ethan,” I sigh. His tongue continues a methodical, slow torture around the lips of my pussy. He blows a long stream of warm air on the damp skin and I feel like a million little fireflies lit up around us. My eyes fall shut and I lay my head back onto the arm of the couch. “You’re way too talented,” I murmur, as all thought processes fall to the wayside.
He gives me nothing but a small groan when I open my legs farther, wanting him right where he is. His tongue explores me like uncharted territory he’s claiming as his. It feels so good, almost too good. I’m in sensory overload.
Then his finger circles my opening and my insides clench, wanting him there inside me. A low groan sounds from him while he slowly pushes his finger inside of me. My ass rises off the couch, wanting more of his mouth, more of his fingers, just more of him.
“Watch me,” he says. I peek through one slanted eyelid to see his gaze on me. “Watch me devour you. Watch me make you come.”
I try to open my eyes and when I do, I have a good view as he pushes another finger inside of me. My orgasm is so close and part of me just wants him to give it to me and the other wants to draw this out forever. He pumps his fingers in and out of me while sucking my clit into his mouth. My hand clings to the edge of the couch, my knuckles whitening under the tension.
I squirm and he pulls back for a moment, allowing me to buck into his hand. Then he buries his face between my legs, his tongue on my clit moving faster, his fingers arching and that’s when all my cells explode, releasing all the tension thrumming through my body. Blackness surrounds me as I scream his name.
When I finally open my eyes, Ethan’s licking his fingers and crawling up my body. “You’re even more gorgeous when you come.” His lips land on mine and I pull his pajama pants down. He shows how in shape he is because he holds himself up with one arm to get them off. Taking the back collar of his T-shirt, he throws it over his head and tosses it onto the floor.
“We need a bed,” he says. “I can’t do what I want to do to you here on this cramped couch.” He stands and I immediately miss his weight, but he picks me up in his arms, carrying me to his bedroom.
Seconds later, I’m on my back on his bed and he’s crawling over me. Co-workers or not, this is happening.
Chapter Seventeen
Ethan
Sunday morning, I head down to Andrews Bagel Co. to grab Blanca’s bagel, leaving the woman herself in my bed.
“Man, I’m jealous.” Seth comes out of the back wearing his apron.
“Of what?”
“Well, let’s take inventory… basketball shorts, T-shirt, hair in every direction, sandals, and a smile that says I got some.” He grabs my usual bagel and starts putting cream cheese on it. “Is this the girl you were carrying on about the other night?”
I run a hand through my hair. Usually the Andrews hire outside workers on Sunday. It’s the one day they take for themselves. It was naive of me to think I could sneak in and out without anyone knowing.
“Guilty as charged. So I need a sesame with chive cream cheese too.”
Seth laughs. “She spent the night.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re taking this into relationship territory. Feels like it might be too soon.” He busies himself cutting the bagel and spreading the chive cream cheese, continuing to let anyone in the bagel shop know my business since he has the ability of a two-year-old to keep a secret.
“I broke up with Sierra six months ago.”
“Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”
“I’m good.”
“Clearly.” He bags the bagels. “Here you go, Romeo.”
“Don’t be jealous.” I take the bag and the two cups of coffee to fill. “Why are you here anyway?”
“An employee bailed. Probably got some like you and didn’t wanna get out of bed.”
“Whatever.”
“When do we get to meet the lucky lady?” He waves off my money, but I slip it in the tip jar.
“In a bit. I want to see where this is going to go before I bombard her with friend introductions. You figure I didn’t have that with Sierra and it’s like her life became mine and vice versa. I want to take this slow.”
Seth nods like he understands. Although, I’ve never seen Seth in an actual relationship. We call it the curse of three dates. So far no one has made it to a fourth date with him since I’ve known him. I’ve heard rumors that there is one girl who made an impression on him, but it was a long time ago and Seth never confirms or denies. I don’t pry because it’s none of my business. If he wants to tell me, he will.
“Have a happy Sunday.” I raise the bag in thanks.
“It won’t be half as happy as yours unless she’s taken the walk of shame before you get back.” He laughs and calls over the next customer.
As I exit the bagel shop, I wonder why that thought never occurred to me. Why did I not even think she might wake up after I left and think I abandoned her? I didn’t even leave a note. It’s like we went from strangers to co-workers to lovers to boyfriend and girlfriend in a flash. Because that’s how calm I am about us. Like the security of a relationship has already anchored me to her. Which means I’m in deep shit.
I unlock my door and step inside. The apartment is quiet. Scanning the living room and kitchen area, I spot her purse and shoes by the couch. The relief that rushes through me shouldn’t surprise me because I was never this invested in Sierra or any other girlfriend this early in the game. It was clear when I met Blanca on the train that she was different, but I never thought she was my different. My walls are slowly lowering.
“Hey you.” The bathroom door opens, and she stands in the doorway, wearing my T-shirt once again. She’s practically lived in that thing for the last two days and I love it.
“I got us bagels.”
“Awesome.” She walks up to me, raises to her tiptoes, and kisses me like I’m hers.
So no awkwardness even though we’ll be leaving each other today. That’s good.
“What time do you have to go?”
She searches my small apartment for a clock, finding one on the microwave. “Well, I should get the scent of sex off me, so, I’ll head home in a little bit. I have to catch the eleven train.”