Chapter 7
Charlotte
Ethan breaks into a big smile at what I say, but then he lets go of me and sighs.
"I'm going to need a few minutes before I can get up from here," he says, glancing down at the very obvious bulge in his pants. I have to put my hand over my mouth to control a laugh, but I manage to nod in agreement.
I straighten up in my seat and look ahead, trying to focus on the part of the movie that's playing, but failing miserably. I was way too eager to pick up where we left off.
Which makes me think it's been a long time since I felt this level of arousal with a guy. Had I ever felt this level of want for Johnny? Maybe at the start, when I was still a virgin and really wanted to move through every possible stage with him to finally find out what sex was.
A caress in my hair pulls me out of that line of thought and back to reality. I turn my face and focus on Ethan gently winding a strand of my hair around his finger.
"Your hair is really soft and pretty," he whispers, and I give him a little sideways smile.
"Thanks."
"But I think I messed it up a bit earlier," he says, his expression a mix of naughtiness and guilt. Very little guilt. I let a puff of air out through my nose before starting to run my own fingers through the strands, quickly untangling them and then tying them up in a loose bun.
"There, I think I can leave decently now," I state, and he agrees.
"Me too," he assures me, and I take a quick peek to confirm that yes, his arousal isn't so obvious anymore. Ethan holds out his hand before getting up from the seat. I take the warm palm and let myself be pulled out of the dark room.
We leave the theater heading for the parking lot where his car is. The place wasn't very full and the attendant was dozing in his booth, which makes us hold back a laugh and forces Ethan to toss a few bills through the gap in the window.
The player's Jeep is parked in the last spot of the place, a really dark little corner that had me praying there wasn't some cockroach I couldn't see. Ethan opens the passenger door for me, but I decide I want to say something before getting in.
"I think we need to... um..." I hesitate for a second, but I take a deep breath and remind myself that I'm not willing to carry any kind of insecurity. "I think we need to define a few things here before I end up in your bed."
"Sure. Like what?" he asks without wavering. He rests an arm on the car door, and I control the urge to bite my lip at the way it makes his bicep pop.
"I'm not looking for a boyfriend," I begin, firm, and the dark-haired guy nods.
"Okay. I'm not looking for a relationship right now either, I'm focused on making it to the NFL," he reveals, and I feel a certain relief.
"Good. So this is going to be just for fun. Whether it's only tonight, or more nights that we both want," I lay out, and I earn a sideways smile from him before the player grabs me.
One minute I'm just standing next to the car with the door open, the next I'm being crushed between the vehicle and Ethan's body and getting a deep kiss.
The man devours me with way more intensity than inside the theater. I give his tongue passage between my lips, and then it dances against mine at a perfect rhythm. Both his hands on my waist squeeze me hard, and that grip reflects straight to the middle of my legs. My own hands end up on his strong arms automatically.
Damn hot man!
When I'm out of breath, I push Ethan lightly and he gets the message, unsticking his mouth from mine. Not before leaving a light bite on my lower lip and making me swallow a moan. I open my eyes to find his blue ones looking back at me. His mouth, swollen from my kiss, makes me feel really good.
"With this chemistry here, Charlie, we're going to need a lot more than just one night," he says, his voice rough, and I swear the sound reverberates straight inside me.
"I-I think you're right," I manage to murmur after a few moments, and he smiles, still not taking his hands off me.
"What do you think about friends with benefits? And when one of us wants to stop, we just tell the other," he suggests, and I don't even need to think to answer:
"Perfect."
"Perfect," he repeats, and moves to kiss me again, but I remember something really important.
"Oh, and if anyone asks, we're just friends. Especially if that someone is my ex," I request, and Ethan murmurs "mm-hm" against my mouth. He kisses my lips quickly before starting to move his mouth down my neck, and I feel myself melt completely.
"Of course, just friends... But what I want to do to you right now is nothing friendly..." he reveals, and licks the spot where neck meets shoulder, giving me goosebumps. "Can I fuck you as a friend, Charlie?"
