But he felt her tense. Stiffen. Get ready to pull away from him again.
If it were night and he were sleeping, he’d lay money down that she’d sneak out again.
Not happening this time.
“Think about what?”
Ethan ran his hand down the side of her head, her hair a tangled mess, but it only made her more appealing.
“Escaping. Thinking what just happened shouldn’t have.”
“Ethan—”
“Don’t. It’s Saturday.”
She sighed once, then again. “Is that the game it’s going to be?”
He didn’t want it to be any game but wasn’t sure how to navigate this to make it comfortable for her either.
“No. We are going to talk about this like mature adults. I mean it.”
“Meaning I’m not one?” she asked, lifting on his chest. He was still inside her and hard. Nothing about her was easy or over quickly.
“Your actions last time are different from the person I’ve come to know in the past week. Even today. I’m asking you not to leave. Not to do it again. We’ll talk it out. This wasn’t a one-time thing for me.”
She laughed. A forced one. “Two times.”
“Three if we want to get technical since it was twice the first night.”
She snorted and climbed off of him. He got off the bed with her. “I’m not leaving,” she said.
“I know where to find you if you did,” he threw over his shoulder as he walked to the bathroom. “And I feel your eyes on my ass so I know you don’t want to leave anyway.”
This time her laugh wasn’t forced. That was something at least.
The urge to shower was great, but it’d give her time to vanish again and he didn’t want that.
Maybe they could shower together after they had their talk.
When he came out of the bathroom she was dressed but still barefoot, her shoes in her hands with her socks stuffed into them.
He grabbed his shorts and underwear and pulled them on, then snatched his shirt off the floor and followed her out of the room.
“Something is burning.”
“Shit,” he said and ran toward the oven, then yanked the chicken out.
She burst out laughing. “I thought you could cook.”
“Hey, you’re to blame just as much as me. I was only going to kiss you.”
“Yeah, right,” she said, squinting at him.
“Well, I wanted more but wasn’t going to ask.”
“Which is why you said to prove it to you?”
He shrugged. It had more to do with watching her in action because he didn’t get that chance in the casino.
