Page 68 of More Than Words
When I turned around, Ethan was watching me, but he didn’t say a word, just looked at me with a familiar hunger in his eyes.
The weight of what this was, and what it might mean to spend the night, settled over me.But I didn’t want to make it into more than it was, so I cocked a hip and said, “So, do you bring all your dates to family movie night?”
He grinned and stepped closer.“Only the ones who can make classic movies seem cool.So far, there’s only ever been one.”
“So far?”
“I can’t imagine there could ever be another.”
My stomach flipped.
When he reached out to brush the hair off my face, I was totally gone.
“It’s been a while,” I said, my voice shaky.“Since we’ve been alone.”
“Too long.”He leaned in.
“Way too long.”
The kiss started slow, but it didn’t stay that way for long.My hands were on his chest, then under his shirt, and then it was coming off and over his head.
His hands slid down my back until he found the hem of my sweater.I lifted my arms so he could pull it up and over my head.I reached for his in return, taking my time brushing my fingers over bare skin.
Back and forth, we took turns peeling layers of clothing off each other between charged kisses that grew more and more insistent, like we’d been waiting forever to be together again like this.
It felt like it.
He tugged me in, our mouths meeting again and his hands sliding down my back while my hands moved over his body.Together, we stumbled backward toward the bed.
“Did you lock the door?”
“Quinn’s out cold.”
“That’s not a yes.”I pulled back and gave him a look.
It already felt way too risky to be here like this—not that I wanted to leave, but we needed to be smart.
Ethan groaned, kissed me once more, and stepped away to click the door lock in place.
When he came back, he cupped my cheek and kissed me hard.
The moan that slipped from deep inside me was swallowed by his kisses until my back hit the mattress.His body followed.Warm and solid and exactly where I wanted him.
“I missed this,” I said, breathless as he worked his way down my body with his lips.
He looked up with a sexy half smile.“You’re not the only one, sweetheart.”
His hands skimmed down my sides and over my hips, as if he were memorizing every inch of my body.
We’d done this before, but this time it felt different.
It felt like more.
Like we were finally letting ourselves have this without pretending that it didn’t mean something real.
He kissed me again, slower now as I fell into it.My body shifted and arched up into him.
“I hope you’re not too tired,” I whispered against his mouth before biting his lower lip a little.
