Page 95 of Brewbies
He was here.
Ethan washere.
In her camper. In her bed.
In her life?
Oh, shit.
She needed to move before she pulled up Redfin and started browsing for ramblers in Townsend Harbor’s suburban outskirts.
With the care of a bomb technician, she began the painstaking process of sneaking out of bed. Limb by limb, inch by inch, she disentangled herself until all that remained was her ankle trapped beneath Ethan’s muscular calf.
“Easy,” she whispered to herself. “Eeeasy—”
“Mmmm.”
She felt the low rumble of a moan vibrate the mattress as Ethan’s arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back into the crook of his arm and trapping her leg between his.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Darby’s heart fluttered in her chest as she felt the evidence of Ethan’s desire pressing into her backside.
“I…uh… I just thought…” She trailed off helplessly, unable to form a coherent sentence with Ethan pressed so close behind her. “I should get coffee started.”
“I have a better idea.” He dragged his hand over her hip, splaying his fingers over the sensitive skin of her belly. Gooseflesh spilled down her neck and arms as Ethan’s lips brushed against the spot just below her ear. “Stay in bed with me.”
“Can’t,” she breathed. “I have so much to do today.”
His fingers trailed lower, toying with the edge of the compromise panties she’d slipped into while he watched. “You can start by doing me.”
Son of a bitch.
Not even a quasi-sleep-delirious, terrible come-on line was enough to dampen her revving libido. “Ethan…”
He moved his hand back up to her waist, sliding it over her ribs until his thumb brushed against the underside of her breast. “Hmm?”
She arched into him, nipples peaking beneath the buttery-soft fabric of his undershirt she’d stolen to sleep in.
“I thought we weren’t having sex,” she reminded him.
“I said we weren’t having sex last night.” Ethan’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him. His breath was hot against her neck, and she shivered despite the warmth of the morning sun. “I didn’t say dick about this morning.”
Speaking of…
Ethan’s cock twitched against Darby’s lower back, and damned if a sympathetic rush of moisture didn’t dampen her panties.
Well, this was going to be a problem.
“I have to get started on cleanup,” she protested halfheartedly. “I’m scared to even look out that front door.”
“All the more reason to stay here.” Ethan’s lips curved into a smile against her skin, making her insides flip-flop.
“Sheriff Ethan Townsend suggesting that I neglect my custodial duties in favor of sexual gratification?” she asked with exaggerated disbelief.
“Not neglect,” he murmured against her. “Delay.”
“How about we delay this until after I have a shower and a cup of coffee?” she suggested, already wishing she’d at least rinsed off before she crawled into bed last night. She could practically feel their date on her skin.
