Page 73 of A Certain Step
He held back a chuckle.
ETHAN
Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. Maybe Jay is just being nice. Who knows?
WILLA
You’re a lousy but hot liar.
ETHAN
Come to my dressing room when you get to the theatre. I miss those pretty lips.
WILLA
So demanding.
ETHAN
pleaaaaaaase?
WILLA
Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. Who knows?
ETHAN
I’m not above begging if that’s what you want.
WILLA
;)
He shook his head at her, drawing his attention back to the music coming from his earphones. He refreshed his feed, seeing that a new story had finally appeared. This time, it was a portrait photo of her coffee, held up against the shop’s wall of vinyl records. She captioned it:coffee secured, now ready to be a human and answer your questions.He jokingly added his own little note to the query box. “Who’s your favorite person, and why is it Ethan?”
He entered the theatre,signed in, and went straight for his room, where she was already on his couch, legs crossed and waiting. “Now, what was that about you begging?” she said amorously.
He shut his door, hung his bag against the hook, and rushed to her. Ethan kneeled, eyes beaming up at her beguiling gaze. She batted her lashes in a state of shock. Christ, how had men let her go because they weren’t willing to be patient with her? How had they not realized what they could’ve had with her beside them?
He would stay on his knees forever if that’s what she wanted.
He would refrain from innuendos if she asked for that.
He would even opt out of kissing her if she no longer felt that was something she desired.
He would do anything. No questions asked.
Willa brought her fingers to the bottom of his chin and tipped his gaze higher. She brushed her fingers against his lips, then she bent lower and clasped her mouth to his.
Her lips moved rhythmically, nudging him to part and take her tongue in. Her wish was his command. She tasted like the notes of Irish Cream syrup in her drink, simultaneously sweet and smokey. Her soft lips danced methodically against his, picking up pace when his hand rose to tangle itself in her hair.
A low, barely-there groan of need broadcasted itself, meeting the discreet chuckle from her. She pulled away from him, her eyes flashing with heat and desire equally. “Okay, okay, I have to go give the people what they want. I’ll come back to those lips later.”
Ethan held her gaze. “You’ll come home with me tonight?”
Willa dipped her chin up and down to answer.
He took her face in his hands for another quick kiss before letting her go.
