Page 46 of The Wedding Planner's Manny
I had to laugh at his plea, which was amazing considering how nervous I'd been just minutes ago.
Ethan cut through the tension that had taken hold of me like an eagle’s wings cut through the air.
Deciding that he deserved to see me without my hoodie, I finally granted him his wish and took it off.
The moment I did, his eyes were glued to my belly. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected, but it wasn’t that look of complete awe he was studying me with. What sort of alpha was he?
The best kind.
“You can touch if you want to,” I said softly, kind of wishing he would. Now that I wasn’t so nervous anymore, another emotion was starting to take hold of me. I hadn’t seen Ethan in days, and I’d missed him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me. Maybe when he did I could start to actuallybelieveall the amazing things he was saying. And it seemed almost like Ethan could read my thoughts on my face, because he finally closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. Both of his hands came to rest on my hips as I opened up to him, letting the feeling of his tongue on my lips sweep my worries away.
Kissing Ethan was so different from kissing my ex. In all the best ways. Ethan wasn't aggressive. He wasn't forcing my mouth open—he didn't have to. I invited him inside of my own accord, without even thinking about it. I wanted him.
One of his hands strayed underneath my shirt, tracing the outline of my belly in a way that was almost reverent. The touch made my skin tingle. I still couldn't believe that Ethan was actually into this, into seeing me pregnant, but I wasn't going to question my luck anymore. Not now. Right this moment, my thoughts were occupied with other things. Like how much I wanted to feel Ethan's hands on other parts of my body. How much I wanted to touch him in return, even though I knew I shouldn’t. Good omegas didn’t get greedy in the bedroom. It was unattractive.
“You think we should move this to the bedroom?” Ethan murmured, his breath ghosting over my lips.
“Make use of the fact that my kids aren't around and yours isn't born yet.”
That sounded like an excellent idea. “I would love that.”
Ethan took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. This time, I didn't try not to stare at his ass. Nope, I let myself stare all I wanted, because that man did have a nice ass. If only I could dig my fingers into it…
Ethan glanced back at me. “Like what you see?” he asked with a grin.
“Let's say you're a fine specimen.”
“A fine specimen?” Ethan snorted. “Oh, talk nerdy to me, Rhys.”
“Careful what you wish for, because if that's really what you want, I can do that all night,” I said. It was as if the more time I spent around Ethan, the more of my confidence returned to me. I would never have said anything like that to my ex. He didn't like when I 'bragged' about my knowledge. He said behavior like that didn't suit me.
Why had I ever bought into that?
Because I'd been stupid, in spite of all the knowledge I'd amassed. I'd known nothing about relationships and being with Jeremiah had been easy at first. He’d always let me know exactly how he expected me to act, no guesswork required on my part. Pleasing him made me feel good about myself, like I was finally getting something right. I’d been too excited to understand that none of it was real. I’d been easy prey for the first guy who expressed an interest in me. And now here I was falling for another alpha only a few weeks after leaving Jeremiah. It was okay, though, because Ethan wasn't like Jeremiah. I only had to remember that.
“I'll file that thought away for later,” Ethan said as he opened the door to his bedroom. “But I don't think we'll be doing all that much talking tonight.”
“No? What do you want to do then?” I pretended being oblivious.
“This.” Ethan's lips were on mine again the moment he finished speaking.
“Mm, I might like that,” I said between kisses. Ethan gave a low chuckle as he pressed closer and I could feel the hardness in his pants against my thigh. I was having an effect on him too. This alpha wanted me. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine at the thought. I decided then and there that Ethan could have me whatever way he wanted me.
I didn't know then that he had something else in mind.
All I knew was that I really couldn't wait to get naked with him. My breath hitched in my throat when his hand left my belly to fiddle with the fly of my pants. I was wearing wide pants now, to accommodate my condition, and they opened easily. “Would you like this too?” Ethan asked, slipping his fingers in just below the waist band of my boxers.
“Pretty sure I would,” I confirmed, wanting him to go on. Wantinghimto lose some clothes too. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. Ethan grinned and kissed my jaw as his hand ventured farther down into my underwear, his fingers teasing along the side of my rapidly hardening cock.
My hips jerked. I couldn't help it. I needed more than what he was giving me. So much more. After I left Jeremiah I wasn't sure if any alpha would want to touch me again, and the fact that Ethan did...
It was too much for me to comprehend.
My mouth fell open just slightly when he took a step back and started to strip, revealing a set of beautiful abs as his sweater and his shirt came off.
“You still like what you see?”
“You're still a very fine specimen,” I agreed. Very fine indeed. I wanted to run my hands all over him.
