The only sound is the water running, adding more and more hot water to the tub.
“When’s the bus leave?” I ask.
“Not for another hour and a half. We have time to take it slow.”
“Right. You didn’t know the meaning of slow this morning.”
“Not true. It was a solid thirty minutes before I let you come.”
I look up at him. “Seriously?”
Etna grins. “Yep. And tonight, I get your ass. With my dick.”
I roll my eyes, but yes, I know. I’ve been looking forward to it and maybe a little scared of it too. For days, there’s been a countdown in my head.
I’m so caught up in thinking about it, I barely register getting out of the tub—afterEtna delivers me another orgasm. Then we’re on the bus, on the plane, unpacking at home. I’m moving around in a slight daze as I work myself up to tonight. Maybe we should just fuck now and then go about our day.
“Time to go,” Etna announces from the front door.
I twist on the couch to look at him and frown. “We just got home.”
“Yep. Let’s go.”
“Don’t Valentine’s dates happen in the evening?” I grumble as I get to my feet and slip into my sneakers. Etna pulls me to his chest and kisses me. My body heats immediately.
“All day is Valentine’s Day. Not just between the hours of six and nine.”
I snort. “Fine.”
He kisses me again and drops his hand to mine, leading me out of the house. Once we’re both in the car and driving down the street, he hands me a sleep mask. “Put this on.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No. Put it on. There’s no way to keep it a surprise without you being blindfolded.”
Huffing, I do as he says. My heart races as I try to keep track of the turns, picturing a map in my mind. Is he heading to the new house? Has he managed to gain access to it before closing? Hmm. No, I think he took too many turns. Maybe he’s just making a lot of turns to throw me off.
Etna’s hand lands on my thigh. I let my head fall back on the headrest and concentrate on his touch. There’s nothing sexy about it. It’s only a touch because he wants to touch me. I can’t decide if I’ve been touch-starved since I’ve been singleforever,or if I enjoy it so much because it’s him and I can’t get enough of his touch.
There are days when I wish we did nothing but touch. It doesn’t even have to be sexy touching. It doesn’t have to lead to orgasms. Being the person Etna Yreka wants to touch is maddeningly addictive. Maybe that’s why we were always sitting so close. I subconsciously always wanted his skin against mine and didn’t realize it.
I’m so lost in thought about this idea, I don’t realize when the car stopped until Etna removes his hand from my leg and turns off the car.
“Can I take this off now?” I ask.
“Nope. Stay there. I’ll come around to get you.”
He doesn’t give me time to answer. His door opens and then shuts. I frown. What in the world is he hiding that I still need to be blindfolded for?
My door opens. Etna chuckles. “You could have taken off your seatbelt.”
“I wasn’t sure I was allowed to,” I say.
I swear, I can feel him smiling. It’s like a ray of heat against my skin as he leans in and unbuckles me. Then he takes my hand, placing his other on my head so I don’t hit it on the door frame. I’m not sure how this man always makes me flush or even why my skin heats now, but yep, I’m totally blushing.
My door shuts and the locks engage. Then he takes my hand. “Stay with me.”
I huff. Like I have a choice right now. I grip his hand tightly, my free hand grabbing onto his biceps. We walk through a doorand the heat immediately is cut with A/C. Etna takes his hand from me.
