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Some of the unease slips away when I see a small smile play on her lips. “You liked it.”
She smirks. “Maybe.”
We sit in silence for a beat, her body slowly unraveling from the tension.
“You know,” she continues. “I could easily compare you to Brandon, but I actively choose not to.”
My hands pause. “I’m nothing like that piece of shit.”
“In reality, of course not, but on paper, you two tick almost all the same boxes.”
The back of my neck heats. I don’t enjoy thinking about Marisa with that asshole, and I especially don’t like the comparison game we’re playing right now.
“I’m not him,” I say, parroting her words back to her.
Her eyes catch mine, holding me in place. “I know.” She reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “I accept your apology, and I’m sorry for storming off. That was a bad move on my part.”
My pulse begins to settle. I fucked up, but we talked it out and survived. The guilt will continue to grate at me, though. I need to do something to show I trust her. It’s easy to sit here and say I’m not going to be a jealous asshole again. It’s a lot harder to prove it.
Unable to resist being this close to her and not kissing her, I lean in for a kiss, my chest swelling as she closes the distance between us. Quickly, the kiss intensifies. My tongue sweeping against hers, her mouth opening up for me, hands skimming down her waist to pull her in.
“Mmm mmm,” she moans, shaking her head. Breaking the kiss, she breathes deeply. “I need to shower. You made a mess of me earlier.”
“I don’t mind.”
She laughs, trying to squirm out of my hold. “I mind.”
“Okay.” I grip her waist tightly, standing and tossing her over my shoulder.
A gaspingoophsound escapes her lips. “Where are you taking me?”
I give her ass a light smack. “To the shower. So I can clean you up and make you dirty all over again.”
CHAPTER 44
Marisa
MY SAFE PLACE
The steam from the shower fills the air. Ethan strips off his shirt, his taut stomach drawing my eyes to him like a magnet.
“My eyes are up here.” His cocky smirk only amplifies my growing need for him.
I meet his heated gaze. “I like ogling you.”
“Lose the clothes, Marisa.” His stare drags down my entire body, as if he can already see what’s underneath. “And do it slowly.” His voice is a low growl, starting a frenzy of butterflies swirling in my stomach.
My hands shake as I start to pull my dress up over my head, but I pause, letting it fall back into place. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. We’ve barely come up for air, but never with the bright sun shining directly on me. The steady stream of water, the fogged mirrors, daylight pouring through the windows. He’ll see all of me, every flaw, with nothing to mask it, no sheets or shadows to hide behind.
He must sense the nerves that have started flooding my veins. Lifting my chin, he says, “Hey, it’s just me and you. Don’t ever be afraid or self-conscious about your body around me, because I’m fucking obsessed with it, every curve, every freckle.I could spend an entire day worshiping every inch of you and still be in awe of how fucking sexy you are. My dick has been in a constant state of hardness since you crashed into my life with that smart mouth and perfect ass.” He takes my hand and holds it so his cock is in my palm. “Feel that? That is what you do to me.”
He’s hard in my grasp, so I tighten my hold and run my hand up and down his length over his jeans, eliciting a moan. His eyes become hooded, gazing down at me and blazing with lust. I try to dig into his jeans and feel all of him, but he grabs my hand to stop me.
“Bad girl. Not yet.” He backs me up against the vanity, and slowly eases me out of my dress. His eyes flare as they catch sight of my lace bra. “Your tits are amazing. One day, I’m going to fuck these.”
He yanks the cups down, causing my breasts to spill over. Grabbing both, he uses his thumbs to draw circles around my nipples. I curve into his touch, goosebumps spreading across my chest as he bends to capture a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it. His hot mouth over the sensitive skin causes heat to build in my lower abdomen. My thighs squeeze together, trying to find relief.
In a quick, rough second, he has my bra off. My hips grind, trying to rub against him.
