Page 77 of Rare Blend
I cover my face with my hands. “Do not tell me I drunkenly kissed you.”
His hands grab hold of mine and he peels them away from my face, and I’m met with his twinkling irises. “We didn’t kiss.”
I release a breath. “Oh, good. Not that I— I mean not?—”
“You tried.” He cuts me off, his smile wider.
I try to rebury my face, but he still has a hold on my hands. This is mortifying. And to think he’s been walking around for days acting as if nothing happened. Even more embarrassing is that I tried and he rejected me. I don’t know what stings worse. The rejection, or the fact that he’s laughing about it now.
I try to pull away from him, but he’s firmly holding me in place.
“I wanted to.” His eyes bore into mine, all hints of amusement gone. “But you were drunk and it would’ve been wrong.”
My embarrassment eases slightly.
“Besides.” His thumbs begin to draw lazy circles on my palms, a motion that shouldn’t feel sexual at all, yet I feel it all the way to my core. “When I do kiss you, I want you to remember it.”
When.He saidwhen,notif.
My breath catches as butterflies take flight in my stomach. His left hand comes up to cup my jaw, and his thumb slides across to brush over my bottom lip, causing my pulse to spike. I melt into his hand, my body going slack.
His face inches closer, close enough that I would only have to lean into him slightly to feel his lips on mine.
“Marisa,” Ethan whispers, his warm breath fanning across my face.
“Yes,” I breathe, barely audible.
His eyes look down at my lips and then back at me. “Have you had anything to drink?”
His tone is teasing. Seeing as we haven’t been apart for hours, he knows I haven’t had a sip of alcohol, but I play along.
“Nope.” I pop the P.
“Good,” he replies, his voice low and husky.
He closes the distance between us, and his lips meet mine, deliciously slow. Calculated. Lingering. As if he wants to sit in this moment for as long as possible.
The scruff of his beard rubs against my skin, like striking a match, igniting a heated thrill that spreads through me. I want more of him. Ineedmore of him.
Despite my attempts to get closer, I’m held back by the seat belt I’m still wearing. He senses my struggle and pulls away from me, breaking our kiss. Our eyes meet, goofy smiles spread across our faces.
“Here, let me.” Ethan presses the release button, the sound equivalent to that of a starting horn.
The moment I’m free, I leap across the middle console, Ethan simultaneously yanking me to him. This time, our lips crash against each other, demanding, carnal. I settle my body against his, straddling his lap. Every part of my body connects to him. Mouth to mouth. Chest to chest. My arms snake around his neck, eliminating any remaining distance, and we melt into each other. My hips involuntarily grind, seeking friction against his hardness. Ethan’s fingers dig into my waist, sending a scatter of goosebumps up my spine, before releasing and sliding to cup my ass, forcing my core closer.
He moans into my mouth at the contact, and his hips flex, returning the friction. I’m a mindless pool of lust, surrendering my body to him. I can think of nothing but his touch and wishing our clothes would disintegrate off our bodies. I’m desperate for more, for his skin on mine, for relief from the throb pulsing between my legs. He releases my mouth and moves his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking until he reaches my collar bone, where his tongue darts out and licks a trail. He moves higher, licking up the column of my neck, kissing along my jaw until his hot breath is in my ear.
This is more than a simple kiss. This is possession.
I move my hand from his neck, dragging it down his torso, and cup his hardened length over his jeans. His cock twitches beneath my grip, giving me a pretty good idea of his size. Long and thick.Massive.
I give him a firm stroke over his jeans, and he grunts, the vibration from it making my skin tingle.
“We should stop,” he says, as his teeth graze my ear and his hand slips under the waistband of my leggings.
“We should,” I agree, matching his lack of conviction.
I tilt my head back, allowing him more access.
