Page 33 of Unfolding Ethan

I pulled away to look at her hooded eyes and swallowed hard. “You’re wet,” I said.

Her cheeks were flushed as she blinked up at me with a small smile.

I pressed my knee harder on the same spot and she responded quickly with a curse. Her fingers tightened around my T-shirt and a gasp left her lips.

I released her hands and brought her face closer to me, savoring her lips while she sought me out of my jacket, throwing it away carelessly. Kiara wrapped her legs around my waist and felt my arousal stroking her heat through her jeans. I groaned and she moaned in my mouth, my tongue slipping inside her and tasting her. She tasted like beer.

I pulled away and blinked at her.

Shit.

She blinked her eyes open and frowned. “What . . . what happened?”

“You’re drunk, Kia.”

She groaned, “I’mnotdrunk, Ethan. Now, stop talking and kiss me!” Holding my hair, she made me lean down to kiss me, but I cupped her lips instead, breaking the kiss.

Kiara glared at me and I moved my hand to hold her cheek. “I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and forget this, Bella.”

“I won’t forget this.” Her eyes softened. “And trust me, E, I’m sober enough to solve a math equation.”

“Really?Then what’s the square root of 1369?”

I can’t believe I am discussing a math problem with her while we are seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes.

She scowled at me and playfully hit my chest. “You are such a nerd. Um . . . it’s thirty-seven, I think.Yep, it’s thirty-seven. And Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell!” She exclaimed playfully, a grin tugging her lips.

I chuckled and pecked her lips, smiling with her. It was hard not to when she was being so adorable and sexy at the same time. We clumsily kissed each other while my legs padded toward my room. I couldn’t wait to have her in my bed and ravish her in all the filthy ways I wanted to.

When we entered the room, she pulled away and grinned at me. I was confused. “What happened?”

Her brown eyes, which were clouded with lust and desire, crinkled with humor and a grin tugged her lips. “Wrong room, Ethan.” She snickered.

I looked around and mentally winced at the lilac-pink colored walls, the white crib surrounded by my sister’s toys and diapers.

“Sorry. . .” I said and walked us out of my little sister’s room.

My arms tightened around her waist when we entered my room while she teased me by kissing, biting, and licking my earlobe, eliciting a throaty groan from me.

My lips were on her as soon as her feet touched the floor, trailing them down her jaw and kissing her collarbones. She shivered and her hands curled around the fabric of my T-shirt when my hands brushed over the spine of her back.

Kiara squeezed my hand. “Ethan, wait.”

“What happened?” I tucked her hair. “We don’t have to rush this.”

“We are not stopping. I need to go pee, that’s all.” She leaned up and kissed my lips. “Don’t go anywhere.”

She turned to go to the washroom and closed the door.Is she on her period?No, that was over last week. I had a period tracking app on my phone too just in case she was in an emergency and needed to eat chocolate cake.

I cleared my throat and looked at my room. We werereallydoing it.But do I want to rush it?

I closed the curtains of the window. Turned on the dim lights to give the bed a soft glow. Remade my bed even though it was already made and made sure there were no wrinkles. I ran a hand through my hair and checked the bed if it could handle our weight if we did decide to take it . . .further. It was used to us cuddling together or having pillow and tickle fights, but what about—I shook my head.No, keep it in your pants, man. This is abouther. Kiara Sharma.Mybest friend. Take it slow.

The door to the bathroom opened when I was removing my sneakers. I smiled and walked toward her. She stepped closer and kissed me by tipping on her toes because she had removed her heels. Holding her in my arms and kissing her, it seemed so perfect that life made sense to me and I never wanted to let go of her.

Kiara pulled away first and I suppressed a shiver of tingles when her hands slid down my chest. She flickered her dark eyes to me and said, “Remove your T-shirt. I want to touch you.”

I chuckled softly. “Yes, ma’am.”

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