Page 108 of Love Unavoidable
He lifts his head to look at me. I can see every emotion in his eyes he has yet to say. When he kisses me, I feel everything else. Whether he likes it to not, Ethan Stone is just as crazy about me as I am him.
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I wake to the feel of my hair being smoothed back from my face and the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. I open my eyes and see Ethan crouched by the side of the bed next to me.
“Hey, sleepy-head.” He smiles and leans in to kiss me softly. “There’s coffee here for you on the nightstand when you’re ready for it. I’m going for a run, I’ll be back in a bit.” I look to the nightstand and see a cup of still steaming coffee, then back at him, he’s dressed in a dark t-shirt and shorts. I nod, slowly comprehending what he’s just said in my sleep befuddled brain.
He leaves and I stretch my sore muscles, trying to wake up. I can still feel him everywhere, but especially between my legs. Which makes me smile. I sit up and reach for the coffee, blowing on it lightly before taking a sip.
Happy sigh.
It’s perfect.
Everything is, the date last night, the sex, our conversation, the connection between us, Ethan himself, all of it. I grab my phone to check the time. Just after eight o’clock in the morning. My stomach growls with hunger and I realize I could make Ethan breakfast and surprise him when he’s back. I get out of bed and look around for my clothes but spot a shirt of Ethan’s first so I put that on instead, then make my way to his kitchen.
Like the rest of his house, the kitchen is light and bright with updated touches to the mid-century style. A large island with a built-in stovetop and chef sink separates the kitchen from the dining area. The opposite counter has a farmhouse style sink and a large window with views of the backyard and the canyon beyond. I love his house and especially his kitchen, it’s comfortable and inviting.
I could live here and be happy.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sadie.
I check the cupboards and fridge and see there is enough to make southwest omelets with some fried potatoes and sourdough toast. I pile the ingredients on the island and happily prep. By the time Ethan returns, I’ve got peppers, onions and potatoes sautéing, and have started on grating cheese.
“Wow,it smells incredible in here,” he says as he enters the kitchen all sweaty and hot, reminding me of when he climaxes after sex. It makes me want to kiss him. So I do.
“Breakfast and kisses, whatever I did to deserve this let me know so I can do it again.”
“You worked hard last night,” I tell him. “You need to build your strength back up so we can go at it again.” I turn back to the stove as I say that last part and smile to myself, wondering what he will say in response. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, nuzzling my neck with his chin.
“Says the girl who was protesting after her third orgasm last night that she couldn’t take anymore. ‘Ethan, stop, no more, please, I can’t take it.’” He says the last part in a falsetto as though to mimic my voice, which makes me giggle.
“I couldn’t take it. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life.” I spin around to face him, his arms still around me, and put my hands on his chest.
“It was good, huh?” He smiles and leans in, touching my forehead with his.
“It was so good.” I smile back. We stand there, looking at each other, each with goofy smiles on our faces.
I’m so happy with him.
He glances up and over my shoulder. “I think something is burning.”
“Shit!” I turn back around to the stove and sure enough, my onions and peppers have blackened slightly. “No problem.” I lie. “I was trying to caramelize them, this is a good start.”
He grins. “I’m going to take a quick shower, that okay?”
“I’m just going to get you all sweaty again.”
“I look forward to it.”
I resume my omelet making, humming a song to myself softly. Feeling completely at peace. My phone buzzes with an incoming call, I look to see who it is.
Aaron.
I hit the decline button.
He calls right back.
I turn my phone off. I don’t have time to deal with him. Well, that’s not true, I probably have time, but I definitely don’t have the energy. Especially if Ethan continues to let me sleep a scant two hours per night.
Breakfast ends up tasting great, much to my relief. I wasn’t sure how caramelized onions would go over, but it brought a sweetness to the dish which I balanced with hot sauce and it worked well. Ethan cleans everything up after we eat while I take a shower. Then comes in to talk to me while I dry my hair.
“I’d like to spend the day with you. I don’t have to work. What do you think? Are you free?”
“I am, and I would love that.”
