His hand tightens on my wrists, and my pulse beats out of control. I love when a guy takes control. And I want Ethan to controlthis.
When those cobalt-blue eyes brimming with need meet mine, I practically melt into thecouch.
Panting, I realize he’s leaning closer, and I let out a small gasp when he lowers himself to me. I’m overwhelmed by his heat. By his weight. By his erection, hard and insistent on my hip.Fuck,yes.
He licks his lips as one hand slowly moves down my arm where goosebumps erupt. And just when I can feel his breath on my skin, just when I start to close my eyes and arch up and give into the desire detonating inside me, a disgruntled baby voice cries, “Daa-dee!” from themonitor.
Like teenagers getting busted for making out, we scramble away from eachother.
Ethan rubs his face and takes a deep breath before he turns slowly to me. I can’t read his expression, but now’s not the time tochat.
“It’s okay. Go.” I motion toward the hall. With as much calm as I can muster, I give him a steady smile. “I’ll pause thegame.”
Then Iwait.
Andwait.
And wait somemore.
An hour later, when he still isn’t back, I poke my head into Cody’s room and see the two of them passedout.
Disappointment washes over me, but also relief. Maybe that interruption was a blessing in disguise. I don’t want to mess this up, and sex or whatever Ethan and I were about to do on the couch definitely would’ve wreaked havoc on our delicate ecosystemhere.
He and his son look so sweet together. Cody is nestled in the crook of Ethan’s big arm. My sappy heart pitter-patters in my chest at the sight, but I know I can’t growattached.
As I watch them, the reality of what almost happened settlesin.
I almost broke my year-long fast with a man who is notavailable.
My shoulders slump when I think about it like this. I’ve heard him and his brother talking about a court date later this month, but Ethan hasn’t exactly explained what thatmeans.
Don’t guys going through a divorce bitch about it? Complain about their exes? Ethan never brings up Allison. Only that one time during my interview almost two weeks ago and then a few days later when he came to my sister’s house for dinner. Allison hasn’t had the kids yet, so I haven’t seen how they act around each other to judge for myself whether he’s still in love withher.
Turning, I see a photo of him and hiswifeon the dresser. Ethan doesn’t seem the type of guy who would jerk me around if he wanted to reconcile with Allison, but Jamie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who lived a double lifeeither.
See, this is why I instituted the diet. Because I can’t fucking figure outmen!
When I’m in my room, I close the door quietly and drop my forehead against it.I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes. I refuse to get my heart detonated by anotherguy.
I might be jumping the gun, but I know myself, and I could totally fall for someone like Ethan. It scares me. Right now, this is only a crush, but what happens if I sleep with him? We already see each other every day. We have dinner togetherevery day. We watch TV together—alone—almostevery night. How long would it take before I was totally in love withhim?
Rubbing my temples, I think back to that photo of him and Allison. If they’ve been separated for over a year and things were really over, why did they wait so long to file fordivorce?
The questions won’t stop bombarding me. When I slip between my sheets, all I do is toss and turn. Sleep is elusive, and eventually I head to my en-suite shower, crank up the hot water, and hope the sound of the water doesn’t wake everyoneup.
Ishouldtake a cold shower. I should stop feeding the hunger I have for this man when I know we can’t happen, but I can’t seem to get a hold ofmyself.
Steam billows up, and I close my eyes and give in, blindly reaching for the shower head. I fumble with the settings until it’s the perfect pulsing tempo and then aim it between mylegs.
A gasp escapes me, and I lean against the cold tiles. The tension builds quickly, everything in me begging for relief. I haven’t gotten off once since I’ve been here. I didn’t want to spark something in me that I couldn’t contain, but tonight I can’t seem to care about my good intentions. I just need somerelief.
With my eyes clenched shut, I let my thoughts wander. Let myself think about what it would be like with Ethan. How he’d kiss me if he’d had the chance tonight. How he’d move against me. In me. That gorgeous mouth sucking and biting my skin. His huge hands gripping my breasts. His thick cock stroking me in all the rightplaces.
With a muffled cry, I come, my orgasm hitting me so hard, my knees almostbuckle.
Exhaustion weighs my limbs down like lead. With as much energy as I can muster, I rinse off and reach for a towel. When I’m back in bed, for some reason my thoughts go to my grandmother, who always believed in signs. She used to tell me if I paid attention to what life told me, I’d always know what todo.
I’m afraid to think about what tonight’s interruption was trying to tellme.
