Tomorrow?
That meant all they had was tonight, and here she was, questioning if he wanted to be here, when she should be enjoying their time. Forcing a smile she said, “How good do you think that cake is?”
Ethan grinned, “It’s chocolate. How bad can it be?” He called the waitress over and ordered one piece with two forks.
She was glad they stayed for dessert. This time they didn’t sit quietly either. They laughed and teased each other. Even argued about who got the last bite. Kollette won, which she totally expected. But the game wasn’t the same without a bet on the line.
When they got back to her hotel, he walked her to the door, like a gentlemen. But she wasn’t ready to say goodnight. Especially if he was leaving tomorrow.
“Did I win a kiss?” she asked.
“I thought you won the last bite?” he said.
Stepping closer to him, so they were only inches apart, she ran her hand up his chest to rest on his shoulder. “So you’re saying no to the kiss?” she teased.
She felt Ethan tense and his voice became husky as he said, “Kollette, I think you had too much sugar.”
He might be right because she definitely was full of energy, as well as sexual frustration. “I probably should…work some of that off, don’t you think?” Kollette’s fingers played with the collar of his shirt while she continued to make eye contact.
He swallowed hard and said, “You’re not playing fair. I’m trying to be…a gentleman.”
“All I’m trying to do is collect my…winnings. Unless you want to Welch on a bet.” She knew it was getting harder for him to resist. She was almost tempted to get on her tippy toes and kiss him anyway. But this toying with him was only building the excitement. She knew he wanted to kiss her, maybe as much as she wanted it. Then she remembered what he’d said earlier.
Giving him a wicked smile, she slowly traced her top lip with her tongue. She heard him suck in his breath, just before he reached out and pulled her against him.
In almost an animal growl, he said, “Looks like you win again.”
When he finally kissed her, it was as though he couldn’t get enough of her, first nipping at her lips, then tugged and teased to get her to open. She met him with the same eagerness, her tongue searching and tasting all he had to offer. With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, held him tight, afraid he’d let go. But he didn’t. Instead he tightened his hold around her waist, melding her body firmly against his rock hard one. Even through their clothing, she could feel his body harden with need.
When she moaned his name, he pulled back briefly, looking deep into her eyes. “Kollette, this isn’t why I came here.”
She raised a finger against his lips. “We’ve both talked. We’ve both listened. Now let’s…feel,” she whispered. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“I need you like oxygen,” Ethan said before claiming her lips once more.
But it wasn’t enough. She needed to touch him, and wanted him to touch her. Arching back she exposed her neck to him and he began tracing kisses along her jaw, and then her collarbone. His hands tugged at her blouse until she felt his warm touch on the bare skin of her back. His caresses started low, but then his hands slipped inside the back on her slacks, and stroked the top of her buttocks. He was driving her crazy as his hips grinded against hers.
“It’s not enough…” he muttered.
Pulling him closer she replied, “I want it all.” Gripping his shirt, she pulled him back to her and locked her lips on his.
Lifting her up into his arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist while he cupped her ass and rubbed himself against her core. She could feel his erection almost pulsing, begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. She wiggled her hips, her own body growing hotter, wetter, the need growing to a point she barely could think. He was turning her on and they were still dressed. Her breathing became ragged and she moaned against his mouth. But she still wanted more. Tonight she was going to be with the man she couldn’t stop thinking about. It was more than just giving him her body. He was already stealing her heart.
She tugged at his shirt and he released her so she stood before him, quickly trying to unbutton the shirt. He brushed her hands away and did it for her. She in turn did the same to hers. Both tossing them to the side. But she didn’t stop there, she slipped out of her slacks, then removed her bra and panties, Ethan removing his clothing as well, until they were naked.
“You’re…so…beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes roamed over her, then returned to meet hers.
Kollette was confident in her body, but the way he looked at her, called her beautiful, it sounded like he was talking more than just about her physique. Yet she was too caught up in her own desire to try to decipher it.
She bit her bottom lip as she took in the view of him as well. She wasn’t the only one who cared about keeping in good shape. Ethan’s body was perfection and she could barely hold back from reaching out and running her hands down his chest and lower.
But when she raised her eyes back to his, she understood. What was happening between them wasn’t just passion and desire. It was where they had been and where they were now. Something had brought her to the wrong location two weeks ago, and that same force seemed to have brought her and Ethan back together. None of it made any sense, yet everything about it felt right. The beauty was in this moment, one they were sharing, and she didn’t want it to end.
Not that she wanted to slow things down, but she stepped closer to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, “Ethan…hold me.”
He reached up behind her and removed the clip from her hair, letting her long mass of waves fall to cover her shoulders and back. Then he tipped her chin up so they once again were gazing into each other’s eyes. “Kollette, I will hold you all night if that’s what you want. But what I couldn’t bear is if I hurt you again.”
There was such tenderness in his tone that she almost cried. “Ethan, I want you to hold me, touch me and…love me all night. And I want to do the same to you,” she said, bringing her lips to his.