I shiver; it’s so sensual.
‘Fun,’ I grunt back as pleasure intensifies and thickens around me. ‘Just fun.’
‘No flowers? No sleepovers? No expectations beyond satisfaction?’ he teases. ‘Nothing serious?’
‘God, no. Fun.’ I dig my fingers into his hips. ‘Fuck, Ethan, I’m...’
He withdraws and my eyes fly open, finding his. Outrage trembles inside me, but only for a moment—because then he’s crouching on his haunches and his mouth is against me, his tongue demanding that my pleasure continues.
‘Oh, God...’ My fingers dig into his shoulders now and all my weight is against the window.
Please, don’t let it break.
But would I even care? What a blissful way to go.
‘What else?’ he asks my clit, so that I can’t help but laugh.
It’s quickly subdued by a keening cry of need. He’s so good at this. So good at everything.
‘It’s just temporary...’ I can hardly speak now. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. Feelings are carrying me away. ‘How long are you...’ I pause, trying to catch my breath ‘...in the States for?’
‘Two weeks.’
‘Okay.’ I nod, but I am losing my mind with pleasure. ‘That’s our end-date.’
And that’s it. That’s all she wrote.
I cannot form more words or thoughts or objections. I vibrate against the window and against him and he holds me tight, kisses me until the wave has calmed. He knows what I need; he expresses that knowledge with every movement of his body and his mouth.
I am afraid and yet I am fearless. I am a contradiction in his arms, against his wall, in his house.
And then he stands.
‘You’ve got yourself a deal.’
CHAPTER SEVEN
‘WHO THE FUCK is she?’
I’m groggy, and it takes me a second even to recognise it’s Sienna’s voice coming from my phone.
‘Who is who?’ I rub a hand over my eyes and then flop back on the bed. ‘Sienna, it’s five o’clock in the morning.’
‘Who is the woman you’re with?’
I think of Ally instantly and flip over, reaching for her on autopilot. She’s not there. Of course she isn’t.
No sleepovers.
‘What woman?’
‘Oh, I’m sure there’s a billion. I’m talking about the one on all the gossip sites today. With the red hair.’
The photo. Taken the night we hooked up. It’s online?
Curiosity has me putting my phone on speaker, so that I can load up a browser without cutting Sienna off.
‘Are you kidding me? You’re engaged. Why the hell do you care who I’m fucking?’
Sienna’s sharp intake of breath is audible. ‘So you are fucking her?’
Bingo. My gut clenches. You can’t see Ally’s face but it’s obviously her. There’s something so elegant about her, even in the paparazzi shot. Her long hair is tossed over one shoulder and her face is averted. My hand is clutched possessively around her.
My eyes narrow. ‘Yeah. You’d better believe I am.’
‘Jeez, Ash. Classy.’
‘You can talk! You didn’t think you owed me a heads-up before you Tweeted the whole goddamned world with your engagement news?’
She’s quiet. I wonder if she’s feeling guilty and then discount it. Sienna is selfish. Singularly so.
‘I shouldn’t have done that.’
It’s something. But it’s not enough. This typifies our relationship. Her spectacularly bad behaviour followed by an almost-apology. Always insufficient, and yet I always let her get away with that.
Not any more.
‘Damn straight. What were you thinking?’
‘We’d had a few bottles of Bolly,’ she murmurs. ‘I don’t think I really was thinking. Anyway, you’re no better.’
‘Because I’m sleeping with someone else? In the privacy of my hotel?’
‘Oh, don’t expect me to believe it’s just one girl. I’ve seen the way they chase after you. I imagine you’re engaged in nightly orgies by now.’
I laugh. ‘If that’s what you want to imagine me doing, go right ahead.’
An orgy would have nothing on what Ally offers.