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I stay silent, doing my best to keepmy own breathing steady and see what happens next. His right hand pulls back across my waist slightly. Then the thumb of his left caresses my nipple. I gasp and push back against him on instinct.
He places a kiss on my neck, and I lace my right hand with his right, covering it and giving it a gentle squeeze before moving my hand back to the mattress. Now, we both know the other is awake. His thumb rubs across my nipple again, back and forth. I can’t steady my breathing after that.
I want more, but don’t know how to ask for it. Should I beg? I wasn’t above begging. Then his right hand pulls back and squeezes my hip gently before running down my thigh and pulling my leg back a little.
His lips brush across my neck again. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Keep going.” I close my eyes as his lips press to my neck once more.
His thumb continues to rub over my nipple, back and forth. Then he traces it with his fingers. His other hand moves between my legs, his movements slow and gentle. His fingers apply pressure, and I arch into him.
I squirm in his embrace as I feel his finger pressfurther and apply just the right amount of pressure. His other hand squeeze my breast before pulling at my nipple. Then, his finger dips in and curls. I want more, and he keeps at it. He keeps going at the pace that brings me closer and closer to the edge.
“Ethan, please.”
He bites down gently on my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. My head grows light and goosebumps cover my arms. The pressure explodes from the inside out as warmth floods my body and my head fills with stars.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always.”
I feel myself come down and relax before sleep takes over again.
Chapter Seventeen
ETHAN
It doesn’t surprise me when I wake up before her. Daisy was exhausted and needed the rest. After slipping quietly from the bed, I pull on some sweatpants from my bag and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.
I may not be as good of a cook as her, but I can still throw down in the kitchen. I can handle breakfast. The idea of cooking for her when I know she’s the one who does most of the cooking, fills me with joy. I would never turn down a meal from her, but I also want to provide.
My eyes scan the cabinets until I find everything I’m looking for and put it next to the baconand eggs on the counter. I go to work, standing over the stove. French toast and bacon are my specialty, because it is easy and delicious. I’m above making something else; I just want to hurry and get back to her. I don’t like the idea of her waking up and thinking I’ve left. Not after our breakthrough last night.
Last night was a turning point in our relationship. I know the fight isn’t over. She is going to attempt to push me away again, and I know we could cross that bridge when we come to it.
After cooking, I quickly wash the pans and place them on the drying rack. Then I arrange breakfast on the plates and search for a tray. I want to find something to carry it all upstairs.
A throat clearing has my eyes jumping up to see Daisy leaning against the doorframe. Her hair looks a little wild, but it puts a smile on my face. My eyes take her in and my smile grows. She’s wearing my shirt.
“You made me breakfast?” She fidgets with the chain around her neck. “It smells incredible.”
“Where do you want to eat? I was going to bring it upstairs. I was just looking for a tray.”
“I’d like that. I’ll show you.” She walks over toanother cabinet and opens it, and I notice several types of trays and cutting boards. “Can I help with something?”
“Yes, you can let me walk behind you up the stairs so I can stare at your gorgeous legs and ass on the way back up.” I walk over to her and place a kiss on her head. “Good morning, baby.”
Daisy laughs. “Good morning. Now, seriously?”
“I’m serious.” I grab one tray, take it to the island, and place the plates on it. “Please.” I glance up at her for a moment before grabbing a couple of bottles of water and placing them on the tray with the glasses of orange juice.
She rolls her eyes and walks out of the room.
I laugh. I thought it was a good idea. I pick up the tray and walk out of the kitchen and around the corner to find her waiting near the bottom of the stairs for me.
“Happy to help.” She smiles before turning and walking up the steps.
She put an extra sway in her steps and I fucking growl. I follow behind her at just enough of a distance to watch her. My eyes glued to her backside as we ascend. This woman.
Mine.
