Yeah, fuck that. Without hesitation, I pull her toward me and crash my lips to hers. She tenses for a split second before parting her mouth and letting me in. I try to tell her what I can’t seem to vocalize.
I devour her, demanding her surrender. And she gives it, melting into me. I groan, gripping her harder, rougher.
Anyone could walk by and see us. And I don’t care. Let them see. But I know if I don’t stop now, I’m going to push her too far.
I pull away. Her eyes are dazed, lips puffy, cheeks pink. Fucking beautiful.
“We’ll finish this later.”
CHAPTER 36
Marisa
TASTE IT
It’s been three hours. Three hours of overthinking. Three hours of my mind reeling. And the power is still out. At first, it didn’t bother me, but now the sun is going down and the cottage is getting colder.
And still no Ethan. Not a call, not a text, nothing.
A firm knock at the door has me practically jumping out of my skin.
I answer it and find Ethan standing on my porch steps. He changed. Earlier, he was wearing a flannel with a canvas vest and jeans, and now, he’s wearing slim-fit jeans, nicer ones in a darker shade, and a forest-green henley that brings out the green in his hazel eyes.
“Hey,” he says with his hands in his pockets. “Can I come in?”
I nod, stepping back from the door and opening it wider so he can pass through. A stupid mistake on my part. His smell invades my senses, and my knees start to wobble. My arms fold across my chest. Some form of self-protection, I guess. As he walks by me, I give him a once-over, my cheeks instantly heating as my eyes flash to his crotch. Earlier today, I had his rock-hard dick in my hands, and now, I don’t know how to act like a normal person.
He’s been inside for a second, and I’m overwhelmed. Not necessarily by him, but by the situation and where we go from here. It’s enough to make me spiral.
I cough, swallow, and take a deep breath, trying to compose myself.
“The power is still out, huh?”
Obviously, Marisa.
“Yeah. I can’t remember it ever being out this long. We had to shut down business for the day, but there were still a lot of orders that had to be picked up. It was kind of a shit show.”
“Why’s that? Just the chaos?”
His shoulders lift, and our eyes meet. “That and I had to talk to a bunch of people.” He cringes, and some of the unease hanging in the air gradually lightens.
“Oh, no. Not people.”
“Don’t make fun of me. It was very exhausting.”
I let out a bubbly laugh, daring to get closer. “You poor baby.”
Ethan takes a steady step toward me, and one side of his mouth curves up in a lopsided grin.
But it drops before I get to enjoy it. “What the fuck is that?”
I look back over my shoulder at the kitchen, where I have several bottles of wine spread across the counter.
And they’re not Ledger wine.
Oops.
Ethan brushes past me and picks up the first bottle, reading the label in disbelief. “Why is Cole’s wine on my property?”
