Page 78 of Return To You

I tiptoe to the patio and place my free hand over Ethan’s eyes. Damian looks up and jumps off him.

“Hey,” Ethan growls, setting his phone and coffee down and pulling me onto his lap. Before I can say anything, he’s kissing me full-on, his stubble deliciously grazing my skin, his tongue making my lady parts come alive again, his cock twitching under my thighs. His fingers tenderly knead my nape, telling a story he’s not saying with words.

Telling me how much he missed me.

I know.

I know Ethan.

I can tell.

He pulls out of the kiss and keeps me there, close to him, examining my features while I get lost in his deep blue eyes.

“You always had the most beautiful eyes,” he says, echoing my own thoughts. “Deep brown with flecks of gold. And a halo all around. Like an angel.” His eyes mist a bit and trail over my hairline, down to my mouth. “You were always my angel,” he murmurs.

His words unravel me. For all the time we were apart, who was I really to him? How did he think of me? Did he think of me?

I shut him up with a kiss. When we come up for air, I echo what he said last night. “Why don’t we keep the heavy stuff for another time. Another day.”

He gives me his half smile and tucks my hair behind my ear. “Works for me.” Then his gaze drops to the travel mug I set on the floor. “Millie said that’d be an appropriate design for this morning, and that a Sunrise Caramel Macchiato was definitely in order.”

I laugh softly. “Millie’s always right. She’s a little witchy like that.”

He pretends to frown. “I thought Cassandra was the witch. Is there competition?”

“More like an underground group.”

Amusement flickers in his eye. “Ah. A conspiracy. I see.”

I giggle. “Totally. A coven.” I take a sip of the coffee and moan. “God, I needed this. So good.”

His cock grows under me. “Mm. Better than sex?”

I grin. “Close second.”

“Close second, huh? You haven’t seen anything yet, Ms. Harper.”

I blink several times. My core begs to differ. I saw a lot last night. I’m torn between a vague jealousy of all the women Ethan must have practiced with to become so accomplished, and an intense appetite to reap the benefits of his progress. The latter wins over, and I wiggle over him suggestively, feeling his cock harden under my bare butt.

He skims a hand over my thighs and his cock twitches when he reaches my ass. “You’re naked under my jersey?” he growls.

“M-hm.”

He sweeps his hand up my belly and cups my breast. “And you sleep like that…”

“Every night.”

“Fuck.” He sits up, lifting me with him. I’m so surprised, my brand-new travel mug whips out of my hand and lands on the floor with a soft thud. He knocks over his coffee cup and kicks his phone as he stands to carry me to the bedroom, shutting the door closed with his foot before Damian has a chance to hop in with us.

He sets me on my knees on the unmade bed, facing him. Rakes his fingers through his hair, looking at me. Leaning over, he ties a knot at the bottom of the jersey, revealing my naked slit. “Fuck, Grace.” He grasps his crotch.

My mouth waters and I lift myself on my knees. “Let me.”

“Turn around.” I know what he wants. I want it too. But I want something else too. I want to pleasure him. I want to be his everything, if only for a few minutes.

Tracing my fingernails on his jeans, I lick my lips. “Me first.”

He throws his head back and growls. Then looks down at me with hooded eyes as I unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans, and free his heavy cock. “Fuck, Grace, your mouth… god I missed your mouth.”

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