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I bark a laugh. She’s such a brat.
“I’m serious Ethan, we can’t have people dropping by our little love cottage. We have a whole week to make up for.”
Still laughing, I ask, “And rule number two?”
Her head lowers, and her lips hover over mine. “Me and you, we’re not friends.”
“Oh, yeah?” I breathe as my hands roam her body.
“Nope,” she sighs. “In fact, my feelings for you are way past friendly.” She stills, and cups my cheeks, brushing her thumbsover my beard. “I’m way too in love with you to ever be just friends.”
I close the distance between us and kiss her softly. “Say it again,” I whisper.
She smiles and brushes her nose against mine. “I love you. I’m so, so, so in love with you.”
CHAPTER 52
Marisa
BETTER THAN ANYONE
There better be a damn good reason why my boyfriend is waking me up this early.
“Stop,” I groan. “Let me sleep.” I turn away, curling into my pillow, but Ethan rolls me back to face him. It’s only been a few weeks since I came back, but we’ve already fallen back into our rhythm. Except this time, there isn’t a ticking time bomb. It’s just us, and I’ve never been happier.
His beard scratches against my neck as he trails kisses along my jaw. “Time to wake up, baby,” he singsongs.
“Too early,” I protest.
I keep my eyes closed, even though I’m awake now. How could I stay asleep as his hands wander my body? His touch is electrifying, jolting me awake.
“I hate you,” I moan. My lips press together, hiding my smile, and I keep my eyes squeezed shut.
“Liar.” He continues to nip and suck and kneed and massage.
My body becomes more and more loose and malleable. And I don’t mind it one bit. I love waking up with his lips on me and his weight pressing me down onto the mattress. It’s like being cocooned in the most comforting way.
But I also love teasing him. “You’re being too gentle. What happened to the grumpy asshole? Bring him back. I like him better.”
“That’s it,” he declares, getting up and yanking the bedding off me.
My body screams in protest, instantly freezing from the loss of blankets. Before I get a chance to yell at him, he’s picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder, fireman style.
“Ethan,” I screech while giving his ass a hard smack. “Put me down!”
The bastard chuckles. “You said you wanted me to be a grumpy asshole. You got him now, too late to take it back.”
I squirm. “Where are you taking me?”
Instead of answering me, he keeps walking, but I quickly realize he’s taking me to the bathroom. Keeping me locked in his hold, he starts the shower. After a few beats, once the temperature has warmed, he finally lets me go, sliding me down his body, where I feel he’s already hard for me.
“You woke me up this early for shower sex?”
He smirks, shaking his head. “We actually have somewhere to be, but now that you mention it.” He pauses and strips out of his shirt. “Might as well fuck you awake.”
He kisses along my collarbone, his lips never leaving my skin as he takes off my silky pajama shorts and tank top.
He picks me up, this time more gently, and just enough so that my feet are grazing the floor. Together, we stand under the stream of water. Wasting zero time, he crashes his lips to mine while hitching me higher and forcing my legs to wind around his waist. And then he’s nudging at my entrance, tracing his cock along my seam to test my wetness.
