“And the singing?” he asked, and she dragged her focus back to the conversation at hand.
“Work but fun,” she said, remembering that night in Ireland as one of the best out of the last five years.
“So you can at least admit you had fun that night.”
“Never said I didn’t.”
“Uh-huh. Are you having fun now?” he asked, bending his head a little closer to hers.
“I could be, if I knew what you were up to,” Sadie admitted, staring into his eyes and trying to decipher what was behind all this. “But I think you are having fun.”
“Oh, I am,” he assured her, as his gaze moved over her features.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, and could have kicked herself. Did it really matter why? Having his mouth just a breath from hers, having his gaze locked on her, was something she’d thought about for years, and now that it was happening she questioned it? What was wrong with her?
“Am I making you nervous?” Ethan asked in response.
“If you were?”
“Then I’d stop.”
“Then I’m not nervous.”
“Glad to hear it.” Suddenly any trace of humor was gone from his eyes. His features were taut as he stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. When he leaned in closer, so did Sadie.
Her breath was gone. And she didn’t care. She could hear her own heart pounding, felt it hammering in her chest, but breathing was simply off the table. Her blood rushed through her veins, then headed south to set up camp in her groin. Heated throbbing took over, along with an ache she knew all too well. She wanted him, and now it looked like she might have him, and her body was reacting with bursts of internal joy.
“I’ve thought about doing this,” he whispered.
“Me, too,” Sadie said softly.
“Yeah?” One corner of his mouth lifted. “I didn’t because you worked for me. But now you don’t.”
“Good point,” she agreed. She stared into his eyes, lowered her gaze to his mouth and then back up again. “So, are you going to kiss me or what?”
“Stop talking, Sadie.” Then he kissed her.
Five
That first touch of his lips to hers was electric. Sadie’s whole body lit up like a neon festival. He cupped her face with his hands, tilted her head and took more. He parted her lips with his tongue and she met that intimate caress with eagerness. It was everything she’d thought it would be and more.
Pulling her close, Ethan held her pressed against his chest as his hands moved to stroke her, touch her. Everywhere. He grabbed hold of her behind and squeezed, sending new tendrils of excitement scattering through her cells.
She moved in even closer to him, twined her arms around his neck and held on while their mouths met and danced and promised each other more.
Hot sex with Ethan.
That one thought blazed across her mind and she groaned as Ethan tore his mouth from hers to drag his lips and tongue along the line of her throat.
This was really going to happen. She was going to have sex with Ethan. She was going to actually live out her fantasies.
And then it ended with a screech.
Breaking apart, they stared at each other while they struggled for breath. Ethan looked down at her and his expression told Sadie he was as stunned as she felt. Even in her wildest imaginings, Sadie had never expected to react to him as she had. It wasn’t like she was a vestal virgin or something, either. She’d had sex. Plenty of times. But even the best of those nights couldn’t hold a candle to what she felt when Ethan kissed her.
Then the baby cried again, that shriek coming through the baby monitor on the counter. Emma was demanding attention and there would be no ignoring her.
“I should go check on her,” Sadie said brokenly.
“Yeah. Yeah, we should.” Ethan let her go and took a step back.
Sadie had never felt colder in her life. Strange how the heat enveloping her dissipated instantly the moment she wasn’t being held against him.
And strange that she didn’t know whether to be disappointed or grateful that the baby had interrupted them.
Hot sex, sure. But now that her blood was cooling off, she could think about the possible pitfalls of this. He’d paid her to stay for another month. If they were having sex all month—and didn’t that sound great—would it be too weird? Did she care? And that was why she should be grateful, Sadie told herself. Her brain was confused enough already.