Page 36 of Cursed Sight
“E? When did you get here?” she asked, glancing up at the window. The sun had set, and all that remained was a soft glow of light on the horizon. “Shoot, what time is it?”
He entered the living room and offered her a hand. She accepted his help out of the pile of books and stepped under his arm when he guided her toward the kitchen. “I haven’t been here long. Found you over there, and when you didn’t reply to my arrival, I came in here to heat us some water for tea and to plate our dinner.”
Ethan kissed her hair, and the scent of sage, cedar, and palo santo mixed was unlike any girlie-smelling shampoo. It was her scent, a mix he assigned to only her.
Her stomach growled, and he chuckled. “Food first it is.” Ethan handed her a plate with half a calzone. “Ricotta, black olives, onions, and mushrooms.”
Serena turned in his arms and rose to her tiptoes. Her lips brushed his in a featherlight kiss, which flooded his body with heat. “Thanks, babe.”
Before the kiss could possess them, she lowered herself and left the protection of his embrace. She grabbed two forks, two knives, and her plate on the way to the living room. “Grab us some water. We can drink the tea after.”
Some of his brothers could tease him for being whipped by a woman he had not claimed, but he could not care less. He would follow her anywhere if she called himbabeagain. Ethan would take whatever progress he could. By the time he caught up with her, she had cleared some of the books aside and was digging in to eat.
“This is so good!”
He handed her a glass of water and smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”
They ate in silence, with Serena eating every crumb off her plate and Ethan watching her between bites. Once they finished, she gathered their plates and took them to the kitchen. Ethan pushed to his feet, needing to stay close to her, and leaned against the counter.
“Feel better?” he asked.
Serena sighed with satisfaction. “You Brodericks are trying to fatten me up today.”
Ethan guffawed. “You could have told Brandy no to cake testing. That’s all on you,” he said and pushed off the counter. He moved to her and pinned her in. “I, on the other hand, think you are gorgeous and enjoy stuffing my face with you.”
Serena raised a brow and chuckled. “You enjoy stuffing your face with me?”
The double meaning took a moment to digest, and instead of admitting the words still held true, he cupped her face and kissed her. The day had been supremely stressful, and he was finally where he wanted to be: with Serena in his arms.
Her hands ran up his chest, leaving a trail of heat. She tipped her head to the side and pulled on his neck, deepening their kiss. He did his best to follow her lead.
His hands followed the dips and curves of her amazing body until they reached her hips. His thumbs slipped under the hem of her shirt. Her soft, warm flesh met his skin, and he needed to touch more. He ran a hand up over her ribs, and his dick jerked when he reached her bare breast. Serena moaned into his mouth, driving him to graze the underside of her full breast with his fingertips.
Ethan inhaled, hoping to cool the fire burning in his belly. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her with his eagerness. Calming down was nearly impossible, as he had never needed a woman like he did Serena.
His heart and dick equally ached with the desire to claim her. He took a handful of her breast into his palm and moaned. Wanting more, he took hold of the hem of her shirt and dragged it up to the bottom of her chest, giving her time to object.
When Serena’s hands began to lower, he prepared himself to accept her denial. Instead, she pulled the material over her head and dropped it at their side. With their kiss momentarily broken, he took note of her cream-colored full breasts. Her pink nipples were pulled into tight buds, begging for his kiss.
He leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth… and then the other. Serena’s greedy whimpers drove him on as more blood rushed to his dick. A hand came to rest on the back of his head, encouraging him to kiss, lick, and nibble on her sensitive flesh.
He did not know how much time he spent worshipping them, but it was not nearly enough when she pushed him away. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and all he could see was Serena. It did not matter how long it would take; he planned on making her his.
Ethan closed his eyes and forced air in and out of his lungs, needing to calm down. He felt giddy that they had exchanged as many touches as they had but greedily wished there had been more.
Serena’s hands gripped his jeans, and his gaze flew to hers. She stood before him, completely nude, her clothes in a pile at her feet. Her deft fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before she tugged on the material over his hips.
“Angel?” His voice was hoarse and thick. His sexual frustration sounded loud and clear with the single word.
“Help me take these off,” she demanded, her voice as aroused as his.
He did not need to be asked twice. After stripping free of his clothes in record time, he pulled her back into his arms. Serena’s round fingertips grazed the skin of his shoulders. The juncture of her thighs pressed against his engorged, pulsating length.
He wanted to be inside her but refused to hurt her in any way. He grabbed ahold of the backs of her thighs, then lifted her onto the edge of the countertop. His fingers caressed the tops of her thighs until his thumbs neared her heat.
“You’re making me insane,” he confessed and tasted the skin of her slender neck.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered.
