We stop in front of a black sedan after our jog through the parking lot. Ethan squeezes my hand that’s still firmly in his and raises his eyebrows in question.
A bright smile is all I flash him before he’s unlocking the doors and opening the passenger side, helping me slide into the seat in my gown.
My car can stay here. If everything goes the way I’m hoping it will, Ethan can drive me to work on Monday morning. After we wake up together. And have spent the entirety of Sunday in bed.
Because dear God now that I’ve had him I will dig my claws in to keep him for at the very least the remainder of the weekend, if not far beyond.
The fact that he’s still dripping from between my thighs is a thrill I never knew I needed. My dress may be ruined after this. I may make a mess all over the seat of his very nice car. I’m sure he doesn’t care since he knowsexactlythe condition we left the library in.
The second he’s in the driver’s seat, he links his fingers with mine, pulling my hand to his mouth and running parted lips over my knuckles.
“Where to?” He doesn’t let go as he rolls his head in my direction.
“My place?” I don’t want to be too forward. I want him to come in, to stay, but if he doesn’t want to, or only wants another fuck at least I’ll be home instead of needing him to give me an awkward ride home.
“Wherever you’d be more comfortable the rest of the weekend.” There’s a coy smile on his lips.
One of my brows quirks. It’s exactly what I want, but I can’t just let him know. “The weekend, huh?”
“I’m not letting you go.” His face falls and a flicker of hesitation washes over his features. “Unless…unless you have an opposition to that.”
Leaning across the center console I press my mouth to his, hovering for a moment. “It’s exactly what I want.”
“Let me bring you back to my place. Make you breakfast in the morning.”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
His teeth pinch my lower lip. “You won’t need them.”
Clenching my thighs, I shift and fall back into my seat. “Okay.”
He lets my hand go for a moment to put the car in drive and then links our hands again, laying them in my lap while he drives through town.
The ride is quiet, but it’s not awkward. If anything, there’s a peacefulness in the air. The acceptance of two people who finally found their way to each other. Like something clicked into place.
We park and Ethan jumps out, running around the front of the car to open my door, reaching his hand out for me to take. Before closing the door, he leans back in to grab my purse and the very crushed long stem rose he brought me.
On the elevator ride up to his apartment, he cradles my face and kisses me slow and deep. I’ve never felt this wanted. This desired.
It’s not just the fact that he can’t keep his hands and lips off of me. It’s the way he holds me, the way his arms wrap around me, gentle but firm. Like he’s holding something delicate and precious that he needs to be careful with but will protect at all costs.
Ethan glances back over his shoulder at me a few times as he nervously works to get the key in the lock.
My eyes widen when we make it through the threshold. Not only is it a gorgeous apartment with a great view of the river, but it’s immaculate.
“Um, is your apartment always this clean?” I turn and look up at him as he comes to stand right behind me.
He scoffs and I hope I haven’t offended him. “Fuck no. I was so nervous worrying you were going to hate me for not telling you it was me that I had nothing to do all day and cleaned the whole damn place. Not that I’m complaining now since you’re here.”
Well, at least now I know he’s not a neat freak. That wouldn’t vibe so well with my messy self.
I spin to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my toes to brush my lips against his.
Holding me with one hand, he runs the other through my hair. “You’re so damn beautiful.” The words are mumbled, reverent. “If all you give me is tonight, this weekend, I’ll be forever grateful.”
I sigh and trap his face between my hands. The scruff on his cheeks pricks my palms. “Ethan. Why are you so convinced that this is one sided?”
“I’m not. I just don’t want to pressure you into anything. Maybe you’ll wake up tomorrow and realize this isn’t what you expected or want. I don’t know.”
