“I thought this wasn’t about sex,” he teased.
I chuckled into his mouth, sliding over him and deepening the kiss. My hand traced up his ribs, savoring the fact that he was still naked in my bed.
“I’m going to get you dirty. I’m covered in cum.”
I moved my mouth to his beautifully marked neck. “No, you’re not. I cleaned you up after you fell asleep.”
Ethan snorted. “I’m sure that sounded romantic in your head, but it came out really fucking creepy.”
I poked at his ribs as he laughed. His hands went straight into my hair, and I caught his wrists, pinning them above his head as I settled my weight over him.
Ethan had that shy-turned-smug smile, still looking like he’d been freshly fucked. Perfect.
“I changed my mind,” he purred. “Let’s fuck again. You can keep holding me down like this—like the good old days.”
It was my turn to groan and bury my face in his neck. “Henry’s going to be here soon,” I said, shaking my head, even as temptation curled low in my gut.
“You’re hard.”
“Yes.” I lifted myself slightly. “I am.”
“So, are we just going to waste that?”
“Seems like it.”
Ethan writhed beneath me, grinding his hips up. “What’s one more round? Blowies for breakfast.”
My head fell back with a laugh. “You’re fucking perfect, did you know that?” I let go of his wrists and sat back on the bed, slipping off him reluctantly.
“I’m aware.” Ethan sat up too, stretching his arms overhead, the movement showing off the lines of his abdomen beautifully. His gaze dropped to my groin, and he flashed me a cheeky smile. Then he moved, crawling across the bed toward me.
I jumped off the mattress the second my brain caught up with what he was aiming for. “We’re never going to leave this bed if you keep that up.”
He settled back on his heels, his body fully exposed again, his cock hard and heavy between his legs. “Sounds like a plan.”
I was one breath away from sayingfuck it,when my phone chimed. I dragged it out of my pocket, already knowing. Henry. Five minutes.
Fuck.
“They’re moving our dad to a room soon,” I said, glancing back at him. “I have to go.”
Ethan’s expression sobered. “Let me jump in the shower real quick. I’ll go with you.”
“You don’t?—”
He stood and pressed a palm to my chest, stopping me. “I know I don’t have to. Iwantto.”
As he turned to leave, I caught him by the waist and hauled him back. “My bathroom.”
That same shy smile curved his mouth. “All my stuff’s in the other room.”
“I’ll bring it over. Get in.”
His lips twitched before he turned and disappeared into my bathroom.
We moved fast after that—his shower, his clothes, everything falling into place with practiced ease. Minutes later, we were heading toward the black SUV parked out front. I handed him my sunglasses, and he slipped them on like they belonged to him, looking unfairly good doing it.
I opened the back door for him, hesitated for half a second, then shut it and climbed in beside Henry.
