Page 114 of Rare Blend
CHAPTER 40
Marisa
SAY SOMETHING IN SPANISH
“What now?”
We’re parked between our two cottages, both of us unmoving, unsure of what to do.
“We could unpack?” Ethan suggests.
The last thing I feel like doing is unpacking. Normally, I would need some alone time after having spent the entire day and night with someone, but with Ethan, the need to recoup with some solitude doesn’t hit me. Instead, I only want more of his company, but I know I’ll come off as clingy, so I remain quiet.
Together, we get out, and Ethan helps me with my bags to my front door.
“I guess this is goodbye for now,” I tell him, feeling shy despite having done very not-shy things the past twenty-four hours.
He bites his cheek, holding back a smile. “Goodbye for now,” he agrees, and bends down to give me a light peck.
It doesn’t stay light for long, though, because once his lips are on mine, I can’t help but slip my tongue in and stroke it against his. He groans and backs me up against the door, deepening the kiss, and letting his hands roam my body.
I shamelessly rub myself against him, pleased to find his hardening length ready for me. I should be worn out and exhausted, but I can already feel dampness between my thighs.
He eases back from our kiss, and his ragged breath fogs between us. “What are you doing to me? I’m fucking addicted to you.”
I toy with the collar of his flannel and sway a little, feeling ridiculously happy. “The feeling is mutual.”
“New plan.” He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Since we both have work tomorrow, let’s each unpack and get ready for the work week. When we’re done, we’ll figure out whose place to stay at.”
My head is already nodding in agreement before he’s even finished. “I like the sound of that.”
He kisses me again. “Good.”
“Don’t you usually have family dinner on Sundays?”
“Yeah, but it started an hour ago, and honestly, I’d rather be with you. My family can go without me for this one.”
His admission makes something twinge in my chest. We’ve spent so much time together, and he’s still not sick of me.
I fight my instinct to cling to him like a koala and let him go. Once I’m inside, the cottage feels dead and lifeless, like it’s missing all the things that make it homey, even though everything is right where it should be.
I’m way too keyed up to unpack and opt for a shower instead. I lather on an extra amount of vanilla soap since Ethan seems to love it so much and I’m all for encouraging anything that keeps his hands and mouth all over me.
After the shower, I pack an overnight bag with enough toiletries and clothing for tomorrow. It’s probably too soon, and moving too fast, but I have no interest in being apart from Ethan. What that means for the future is not something I’m ready to deal with right now. What I do know is this is thehappiest I’ve ever felt, and I’m going to go with what feels right, and not let doubts start to creep in, and ruin this.
Ethan opens the door and looks a little taken aback to see me standing on his porch. Those doubts I was trying to suppress come rushing back, and my stomach sinks like a stone.I’m too eager, too much, too everything.But he quickly takes those intrusive thoughts and annihilates them as he pulls me inside.
A whoosh escapes my lips, and he captures it with his mouth, kissing me with abandon.
He moves from my lips and trails open-mouth kisses down my neck.
“Baby, I was going to come to you.”
I let out a breathy laugh. “I figured Goose would be more comfortable in his own home.”
On cue, Goose snores loudly, and Ethan shakes his head. “Shane made him gourmet dog food, and he ate himself into a food coma.”
“Looks like I made the right choice then.”
