Page 51 of Sliding Into Love
Okay, that was bluntly honest and kind of unexpected. Oops. Some primal part of herself she hadn’t been aware of purred, happy to have such an effect on him. The rest of her was slightly embarrassed.
“Shit, fuck! I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be, I didn’t want to alarm you.”
“Alarm… me?” She blinked at him and squirmed again. “What do you—”
He hissed as she pressed her hips closer and-
Holy shit.
“Ethan?”
“Yes?” His eyes were closed, and he appeared to be doing breathing exercises. Inhale one, two, three. Exhale three, two, one.
“Wow.”
“Well, that’s nice to hear.” She felt his chest, and possibly something else, swell with her praise.
Lily was right.
And then he was kissing her, rolling them so she lay on top of him. Her brain filed that away for later, the way he looked up at her before tugging her lips down to meet his again.
Ivy reveled in the feel of him beneath her, filing that away for later. Ethan groaned her name as he kissed his way down her throat and over her collarbones to the top of her bralette.
“Ethan?”
“Hmm?” His lips closed over her nipple through the thin fabric, and he tugged lightly with his teeth.
“Shit. Ethan.”
Pulling the lacy strap down over her shoulder, he freed her breast and kissed his way down to the tip, which he traced with his tongue.
“We can’t do anything,” Ivy gasped as his thumb and forefinger found her other nipple and pinched. “At least not yet. Period, remember?” He grumbled against her skin, and she laughed. “Cramps make it hard to…you know.”
With a pout, he gave her nipple one last kiss and pushed the strap back up on her shoulder. “Well, we definitely want you to…you know.” A wicked little smile tugged the corners of his mouth, making her shiver in anticipation.
“Ethan?” She pulled the bralette back in place.
“Yeah?” His face was still dangerously close to her boobs.
“Up here.” She tipped his head up with one finger. And he obliged her, coming back up to kiss her until she forgot the cramps, nearly forgetting her own name.
The smellof bacon permeated Ivy’s bedroom when she woke the next morning.
Rolling over, she found herself reaching for the empty spot beside her, the night before replaying in her head.
She’d asked Ethan to stay, and he’d said yes.
And now he was cooking bacon in her kitchen, which was more than enough to get her out of bed despite the cramps still wracking her body.
Ivy brushed her teeth and pulled on a hoodie before padding into the kitchen. Ethan was stirring something in a large bowl while simultaneously flipping strips of bacon in a large pan Ivy forgot she owned. Jase sat at the table listening while Ethan explained something to him about butter and vanilla.
“Morning,” she said sleepily, padding over to rise on her toes and kiss him on the cheek.
He turned and kissed her lips, and Jase made fake gagging sounds. Ethan grinned at Ivy.
“There’s coffee.” He waved at the pot.
