He dips his chin. “Okay.”
Without another word, he spins around and walks back into his house. At least he remembered to grab his cupcakes before he shut the door. For a few seconds longer I stand there and watch his door. I knew I needed to fix this. But what the hell do I say?
Rolling over in my bed, the clock on my nightstand read one a.m. I’ve been in bed for hours and have yet to go to sleep. The events with Mitch earlier today will not stop playing on repeat in myhead. That look on his face when I made that stupid comment eats at me.
“You have to make this right, Ella,” I scold myself.
I listen for any sound in my house. There is nothing but the hum of the AC unit. Pushing the covers off my feet, I climb out the bed. Placing my robe on, I slip my feet into my slippers.
For the entire two months that Mitch and I have been sleeping together, never have we risked sneaking into each other’s home with the boys home to have sex. He’s been around me with the boys and has snuck a kiss here and there when we were alone, but nothing like what I’m about to do.
I make it to the front door and pause. Taking a moment to check the silence of the house once more, I listened for any movement. When nothing happens, I slip out the front door. My slipper-clad feet trod down my porch, into his yard, then up his stairs and onto his front porch.
Even though I know the passcode to unlock his door, I ring the doorbell instead. It’s after one in the morning and there’s a possibility he’s asleep, but something tells me he isn’t. It’s as if my soul knows he’s not.
The front door opens, and a shirtless Mitch greets me. He doesn’t say a word. He leans against the doorframe. One arm over his head and the other wrapped around the door as if he could shut it at any time.
Seeing him, with that look still in his eyes, hurts more. I swallow the knot forming in my throat.
"What are you doing here, Ella?"
I hated the tone in his voice. It was so detached as if he didn't want me here, or if he no longer cared. I know it's my fault, I had to make this right.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know there is something between us, Mitch, but I’m scared. I’m so freaking terrified because I know we can’t keep it and I—"
He cuts me off by grabbing my neck and pulling me into him. He sucks on my lips and then pushes his tongue into my mouth, removing my earlier fears and tension.
The slam of the door closing behind me gives me only a second of alarm before my back is pushed up against the barrier. Mitch’s tongue continues to dance in my mouth.
Finally, he comes up for air, placing his forehead against mine. “I know you’re scared. Trust me, we will figure it out. But no more of that shit about you not being mine and this is just temporary. Do you understand? I can’t take that shit.”
“Okay, I promise.” I swear at this moment I’d give this man whatever he wanted.
His hands grabbed my thighs before lifting the fabric of my nightgown up to my waist. His touch sears my skin and drives that desire that always settles in my belly when he’s around to shoot to my pussy.
“We’ll figure it out,” he says the words down in my face, his warm breath brushing against my lips. “But you’re mine, Ella. All mine.” He shoves the seat of my panties to the side before delving his finger into my heat. I whimper as I spread my legs wider.
“Mitch.”
He strokes his digits in my sopping wet center, slow and deep, causing my back to bow.
“All fucking mine,” he growls before placing his lips to mine, kissing me in that nasty and demanding way that he does.
I have to pull away from him to catch my breath, or I might suffocate. Mitch leans up right and yanks the belt of my robe loose. He shoves the silk fabric down my arms as if he’s angry with it. Next to go is my nightgown.
After the moment in his truck where he told me how beautiful he found my body, I had no more hang-ups about being nakedin front of him. Mitch touched and admired my body as if I were the best thing he had ever seen.
He grabs the back of my legs and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Only this man can make my size 18 ass feel small. He plants his lips on mine as he carries me to his couch. He places me down on my back before climbing on top of me.
His kiss started at my lips and moved down my body. He licks the skin at my throat and then moves down to my cleavage. His tongue swirls around my navel; it makes me giggle.
“Turn around.” His deep voice offers no room for argument.
I do as I’m told, flipping onto my stomach, I turn my head to the right to stare at the wall. His glorious lips kissed down my spine, licking at my skin, leaving gooseflesh as he went. When his lips touch the top of my ass, I go still. Surely he isn’t going to do what I think he is.
A gasp leaves my lips when he spreads my ass cheeks and licks the crack of my butt like he’s licking icing off the top of a cupcake.
I turn my face into the couch cushion and moan.
