Page 124 of Pick-Up
“You’re pretty,” he says. “And I didn’t like being in a fight with you.”
“You didn’t?” My heart squeezes.
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “I was afraid…”
His voice trails off.
“Afraid of what?”
He shrugs, unsure. “Afraid that I wouldn’t get to hang out with you anymore.”
He is clearly hedging. Which just makes me want to pry.
“And? What else?” ’Cause there is definitely something he’s not saying.
“Afraid that I’d lost you.”
“And?”
“Afraid that I’d never eat your cotton candy again.”
Now he’s just making shit up. “Mmm. Doubtful.” I purse my lips. “And?”
Ethan hesitates. Bites his lip. I wait. But I am not a patient woman.
“Out with it!” I say, shoving him lightly. “What else were you afraid of? Really this time!”
He looks down at the ground, then back up to meet my eyes. “I was afraid I’d never get to fuck you again.”
That was not what I expected. Not from well-bred Ethan. With his reading glasses and running tips. I am stunned. And delighted. And now I need to jump his bones.
We never make it to the couch.
I dive-bomb his lips, as he picks me up—his hands under my ass and my thighs wrapped around him—and carries me over to the sideboard, setting me down on top. He steps in between my legs, as I grapple with the fly of his jeans and tug them down, revealing perfect boxer briefs. I pull him in close to me, feel him strain against my thin lace underwear.
Like a promise.
We go at it again. My hands scrape down his back; his cup my chest.
“I’m still wearing my boots,” he mumbles against my neck as we make out furiously, mouths and hands everywhere.
“It’s okay.”
“This is clearly a no-shoes house.”
“We’ll make an exception.”
“I should—”
“Ethan! Forget the stupid boots!”
He does. We keep at it until I can’t take it anymore—grinding, touching, roaming. He teases my bottom lip with his teeth. Everything in my body is throbbing. I drag my hand down the front of his body to his briefs and try to tug them down.
“Condom,” I pant.
“I have one,” he says, like it’s quarters for a vending machine.
I arch an eyebrow. “Why?”
