Page 41 of Unfolding Ethan

I cleared my head and decided to maintain my attention on the television, but I couldn’t. The shirt I was wearing had his scent all over it and as creepy as it sounded, I wanted to take a small sniff of the shirt. Not to mention, I had used his shower gel today because my shower gel in his bathroom was finished.

“Do you have a hangover?” he asked, switching the channel to cartoons.

He wasn’t looking at me and I knew he was trying to avoid it. Well, too bad. I shifted on the couch so my back rested on the arm of the sofa and spread out my legs in front of me so that the end of my soles were brushing his thigh.

I smiled innocently. “No, E, I had very little tequila and beer.”

I focused on eating the delicious pancakes and smirked internally when I would feel his eyes on my face, my legs or the skin showing on my neck in between the buttons of the shirt.

“What?” I asked as I licked the Nutella off the spoon, swirling my tongue around the cold metal while staring directly at him.

His eyes widened and I knew he wanted me to stop because he shuffled in his seat and I decided to give him mercy by removing the spoon from my mouth. I could see how he clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in a thin line when he tried to have his breakfast as if my presence didn’t bother him.

After devouring the pancakes, I was very satisfied because: a) My stomach was full, b) I had sneakily unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, c) Ethan knew that and couldn’t stop staring at the hickeys on my neck and exposed skin.

“Ethan, look at me,” I said, but he didn’t.

I frowned and looked at my empty plate.Does he not want me? Did last night mean nothing to him?I clenched my fingers.No. I knew he had enjoyed it more than me.But why won’t he look at me?

I kept the plate on the coffee table and stared at his face. He was trying his best not to stare at me. “Ethan.” I tried again with a firm voice.

He faced me and I knew he was battling his thoughts and wondering if what we had done last night changed anything between us or not. But I couldn’t miss the way his eyes clouded with lust as soon as they landed on me.

It was the same look when he had spread my legs and looked at me from between them, slowly eating me out. I clenched my legs, remembering the feeling of his tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. His eyes darkened when he noticed the little change in the air, the sound of the television muffling in the background.

“Come here,” he said. He wasn’t asking. That was a pure demand, which I was glad to obey.

I wanted to feel his warm, muscular skin pressing against my soft curves, feel his soft lips move against mine, his hand in my hair, and his fingers working their way in between my thighs.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and crawled to the corner of the couch and sat down on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist and holding me close. I bit my lip at the size of his bulge pressing against my thigh and remembered how hard he was last night watching me.

Ethan’s eyes fell on my lips and he rubbed the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip, his hand on my cheek. I released my lip but leaned down and wrapped my lips around his thumb. His eyes flared with lust as he watched me, and my mouth sucked his thumb, swirling my tongue around the soft pad, wishing it was something else.

“Kiara. . .” he said, his voice husky and deep like rough sex. I loved the way he said my name. As if he was begging me.

“Mhmm.” My fingers trailed over the small hair above his neck, his body radiating warmth when I tried to shift myself over his legs.

His arms tightened around me, holding me back and making me frown. “Don’t . . .” He shook his head and looked anywhere but at me. “We shouldn’t . . . last night was—”

“Was a mistake? Do you regret it, Ethan? Because I heard you say that you could give me orgasms all day and night.”

His gaze hardened and pulled me closer, our chests pressing over each other. “I could never regret last night. But what we have, as friends, is way too important for us to throw it away for some . . . for some one night filled with lust.”

I pursed my lips and looked at him. “Is that all you think it was? One night filled with lust?”

He opened his mouth to reply and closed it when nothing came out. I closed my eyes and tried to pry his hands off me.

“No, Kiara.” His grip on my waist tightened. I opened my eyes to look at the flicker of emotions washing over his face. “Please, hear me out.”

“You kissed me,” I said, my nails digging in his forearm, conflicted to either push him away or pull him closer. “And you watched me fuck myself, Ethan. You even gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. But now you’re pushing me away. Did last night mean nothing to you? Or were you just trying to get in my pants? Am I a rebound to you?”

I know what I said is a lie because Ethan would never do that. But I want to get a rise from him.

Something close to a glower escaped from his lips and my eyes widened. I gasped when he shifted me, pressing me down on his bulge. My hands were holding on to his shoulders as his dark eyes flashed toward me. He looked angry. Furious even after what I had just said.

“If I wanted to get in your pants, don’t you think you would be too sore to walk, because trust me, Bella, I would have fucked you to oblivion.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

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