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It’s been my experience that most men don’t want to touch after sex, but not Ethan. If anything, it’s like he wants to touch me more afterward.
Eventually, we untangle and Ethan pads off to the bathroom. The moment he’s gone, I feel the mattress dip. Confused, I look over my shoulder to see Goose on the bed, settling into Ethan’s spot. His puppy dog eyes dissolve any part of me that would think to shoo him away, and instead I scratch his head and cuddle up to him.
I hear Ethan’s footsteps returning and listen as they pause in the doorway. When I turn to meet his eyes, there’s a small smile on his lips. He walks in, shaking his head in faux annoyance.
“Goose, are you trying to steal my girl?”
My heart skips a beat and then skitters erratically, a whirlwind of emotion rushing through me as I catch his eyes.My girl. Two words I never knew could make me feel so much happiness.
He scoots Goose to move back to his spot on the edge and crawls on the bed, resting on his knees.
“Spread your thighs.”
My eyes nearly bug out. “Again? I need at least an hour.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “No, not again.” He lifts his right hand to show me he’s holding a washcloth. “Figured I’d be a gentleman and clean you up.”
“Oh.” My skin flushes. “Um…okay.” I do as he says, opening my legs for him. After everything we’ve done, I shouldn’t feel self-conscious, yet this feels like the most intimate thing we’ve ever done.
The washcloth is warm against my over-sensitized skin as he gently cleans our shared release. It’s not sexual; it’s so much more than sexual. It’s caring.
When he’s done, he leaves to discard the washcloth before coming back to bed and settling in beside me. He pulls me close, my back to his chest.
“I love sleeping with you in my arms.” He nuzzles into my hair.
“I love it, too.”
I love it so much, I don’t think I ever want to go without it. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so blissfully happy yet so incredibly screwed at the same time.
CHAPTER 41
Ethan
SO GODDAMN MATURE
“Someone got laid,” Tawny chirps as I pass her desk on the way to my office.
Rather than indulge her with an answer, I keep walking, ignoring her.
I barely have my coat off, and she’s already taking a seat in the brown leather wingback across from my desk. Apparently, she can’t take a hint.
“How was it? Tell me everything,” she says with way too much enthusiasm for this hour before taking a sip from the steaming mug of coffee in her hands.
“Fine.” A sigh slips out of me as I get my computer started up.
She grumbles something incoherent under her breath. “Come on, you have to give me more than that. Did she like it? What did she say? Was it a total disaster? Was it amazing? Tell me something!”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, already feeling a headache coming on. I knew I was going to regret asking Tawny to help me plan the date. Now she’s going to be even more annoying.
“It was fine,” I repeat.
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t make me track down Marisa so I can get the dirt.”
“It was good.”
“Why are you like this? Does this mean you guys are together now, or what?”
I know she’s going to continue to pester me if I don’t give in a little. “Sure, yeah, we’re together.”
