He glances toward the stairs, then back at me. “Goodnight, Natalie.”
“Goodnight, Ethan.”
I go to my room and change into pajamas, then lie in the unfamiliar bed staring at the ceiling. I can't sleep. My body is tired, but my mind won't stop spinning.
Ten minutes of willing myself to sleep, and a creak comes on my door. It swings open.
“Ethan?” I whisper into the darkness.
“Who else would it be?”
I smile in the darkness as the mattress dips, and he climbs in beside me, pulling me against his chest. He's warm and solid and smells like the soap.
“I couldn't sleep,” he murmurs.
“Me neither.”
We lie there in the dark, wrapped around each other.
“Having you here makes everything easier,” Ethan says. “You have no idea how much it means to me that you came.”
I tilt my head up and find his mouth in the darkness. I meant to just kiss him once, but one always leads to two.
His hand slides under my shirt and rests on the bare skin of my back, warm and possessive. The kiss deepens, and his hand slides from my back to my hip, pulling me tighter against him.
“We have to be quiet,” he whispers.
“I can be quiet.”
His hand slips under my pajama top and trails up my stomach. “If you make a sound, I'm going to stop.”
“That's not fair.”
Ethan pushes my pajama top up and over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air of the room. When his lips close around my nipple, I have to bite down on my knuckle to keep from crying out.
He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the peak while his hand kneads my other breast. The sensation shoots straight to my core, and I arch into him, desperate for more. He switches sides, giving my other nipple the same treatment, his teeth grazing the flesh until I'm squirming beneath him.
“Oh god, Ethan,” I moan.
“Shh.” He releases my breast with a wet pop. “What did I say about being quiet?”
He moves lower, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my stomach. His fingers hook into the waistband of my pajamabottoms, and he tugs them down my legs, taking my underwear with them.
He settles between my thighs and spreads them wider. I grip the sheets and brace myself.
The first stroke of his tongue makes my hips buck off the bed. He pins me down with one hand on my stomach and licks a slow path from my entrance to my clit. I shove my fist against my mouth to muffle the moan that escapes.
His tongue circles my clit, making my thighs tremble. I want to scream and beg him to go faster, but I know he'll stop if I make a sound.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I nearly come off the bed. Two fingers push inside me, and he pumps them in and out while his tongue works my clit, building a rhythm that has me climbing toward the edge at a terrifying pace.
I grip his hair, holding him against me. He groans into my pussy, and the vibration sends another wave of pleasure through me. I'm so close, teetering on the brink, my whole body coiled tight with need.
He adds a third finger and stretches me wider, his tongue flicking faster against my clit. The pressure builds and builds until I can't hold it back anymore. I come with a strangled cry that I muffle against my arm, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
“Good girl,” Ethan whispers. “You were almost silent except for that little cry at the end.” He crawls up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. “We'll have to work on that.”
I wake up disoriented,and then reality crashes in. I'm in the guest room, and Ethan spent the night in my bed. I turn over in a rush, ready to shake him awake and push him toward the door, but his side of the bed is empty. The pillow still holds the shape of his head, and his scent lingers on the sheets, but he's gone.
