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I’d slapped an ass or two, but it wasn’t something I needed. Although the idea of tying Ethan down and edging him until he was a shaking, whimpering, begging mess was intriguing.
Nothing that could happen any time soon, I reminded myself. Baby steps. The first step was to get beyond kissing.
For some reason, that simple phrase—see Rhett naked—was the one that made anticipation shiver through me. I was excited by the prospect of any and all kinds of sex with Ethan. Giving him his first experience with a man would be heady. I wanted to make it so good he’d never doubt that his bisexuality was real.
Initially, I’d thought our first kiss might have simply confused his wires. He’d been feeling raw and vulnerable after confronting Tess. And even the night at the motel, I’d instigated the kiss. But this morning? It was different. Ethan had chased my mouth, taken what he wanted, and been eager as hell.
I couldn’t wait for him to continue to take exactly what he wanted from me. Which is why this list didn’t really matter. I wasn’t going to be leading Ethan through these acts, even if that’s what he expected. I was going to let him come to me—with a little encouragement, of course—just as he had this morning with that hot kiss.
But the fact he wanted to see me naked enough to write it explicitly on a fairly generic list of sex acts he wanted to explore was still a great ego boost.
Much better than the subject of algorithm analysis that was kicking my ass.
11
ETHAN
Rhett was sitting on the futon, slouched with his legs spread wide, when I returned from my last class the next day. That position had never given me pause before. But today my eyes locked on his legs, those firm calves and powerful thighs from soccer taking on a new context for me. He wore loose basketball shorts—he often did when lounging around the house—and they left little to the imagination, bulging at the crotch.
“Hey, you ready to eat yet?”
I blinked. “Eat…”
“I thought we could do dinner and a movie, if it’s not too early?”
I dragged my gaze to Rhett’s face. “Early?”
“Ethan.” Rhett laughed. “As flattering as it is to see you speechless, I kind of do need you to have a conversation with me.”
Heat rushed into my cheeks, and I looked away. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
Horny and confused, more like. But nervous was true too—and less embarrassing to admit.
“Are you hungry yet?” Rhett asked.
I shook my head. “Not really.”
“Come sit, then. Relax, okay? I’m not going to jump you.”
“I know that,” I said quickly.
I almost wished he would jump me. At least then, I’d be able to stop thinking and just react. That didn’t seem like Rhett’s style though, so I placed my backpack containing my laptop on the dining room table, then draped my jacket over the back of a chair. When I turned, Rhett was watching me with an intent gaze.
It was hard to meet his eyes when he looked at me like that.
“What?” I asked self-consciously.
He smiled. “You’re wearing a bowtie. It’s adorable.”
I ducked my head. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious. It looks good. I should have mentioned it that night at the motel, but I was kind of fixated on the discovery you were CuriousLizard.”
My whole body felt hot—and I couldn’t determine whether I was embarrassed or pleased. My heart drummed a little faster. “Thanks,” I mumbled.
Rhett took pity on me. “Come on. Let’s watch a movie.”
“A movie?”
