Page 89 of Naive in Love

“Get into bed. I’ll be right there.” He lets me go, smacking my butt lightly before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

I tuck myself in, bringing the covers up to my chin and curling up on my side, hoping to hide all the lingering insecurities. I wish with everything I am that I could gain the confidence to end the second-guessing and doubts. The way Ethan stared at me moments ago was not only intense, but for me, shocking. This is new to me, extremely erotic, but intimidating.

Can I admit I want to do so much more with him? That I have thought about it, dreamed about it, but fear disappointing him? The bathroom door opens, and he walks out in only boxers. The sight of him makes my core tighten. I need this. I need him. He lies down and curls his body around mine, spooning me while trailing gentle kisses on my neck and ear.

“I love you in my bed. You need to spend more nights here with me.” He whispers as his hand roams up my thigh, under my shirt, and lands on my stomach.

His words are pulling my heart closer to his. “You sure about that?” spills out of my mouth before I have a chance to think about it.

“Positive. But only if you want,” he responds sincerely. I breathe in the nerves that are beating against my chest.

“I do want.” I turn around to face him. “And…” The words get stuck in my throat. All I can hear is the thumping of my heart.

“And?”

“And…more. But—”

He interrupts me, “If you have a ‘but,’ you aren’t ready. It’s fine. I’m waiting.” I place my hand on his cheek, with my thumb over his lips to quiet him.

“Thebutis that I am nervous it’s going to be obvious I have no idea what I’m doing.” He puckers his lips, placing a small kiss on the pad of my finger.

“No nerves allowed, baby. You’re amazing.” He nips my bottom lip, and his hand moves up, cupping my breast and giving it a soft squeeze. My breath hitches. He kisses down my neck and pushes my shirt up.

“As much as I love seeing in you my shirt, I need it off.” He lifts it, and I lean up, pulling it over my head.

My body heats up watching him eye me hungrily. His fingers are gliding all around my chest with a featherlight touch.

He comes down and takes a hardened nipple in his mouth sucking gently and squeezing the other. I moan, arching my back trying to press it closer. My core is tightening, and as scared as I am, I want to feel him.

“I want…” I don’t know how to voice what I want.

“I know what you need,” Ethan says and licks my nipple before blowing cool air on it.

His hand slides down and glides over my panties between my legs. I shamelessly open them wider.

“I’m going to make you come,” he growls and moves my panties to the side, then slides a finger between my wet folds.

“Ethan.” I don’t know what’s coming, but I need him. I’ve never felt this good.

He’s rubbing and working his fingers around, and I’m rolling my hips, wanting more. He licks and nibbles down my stomach until I feel his breath on my center. He licks me, and I buck my hips. He places his elbows on each thigh, holding me down.

He slides a finger in and continues to lick and suck my nub. He slides it in and out, then adds another finger. I feel lightheaded, dizzy, and then I explode.

“Ethan!” I groan.

He kisses up my body and lays on me with his weight on his arms.

“And that, baby, is just a preview of what’s to come.” I taste myself as he kisses me. I never would have thought that would be sexy, but knowing the intimacy we just shared, I want more.

23

Ethan drops Lenaand I off at my parents’ house late Thursday so I can visit with them before they leave town tomorrow.

My mom, Lena, and I stay up late talking. I fill her in on everything that has happened recently. She’s upset that Caleb has not stopped trying to contact me.

“Sophia, what he’s doing isn’t normal. People break up, they go their separate ways. Some try to make amends, but there comes a point when you walk away. It doesn’t sound like he understands boundaries. It makes me nervous.”

“I know. I just don’t know what else to do. I have told him over and over that we are over. He just keeps saying I need time to forgive him.” I respond as Lena sits quietly, listening to our exchange.

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