“You know we have the house to ourselves, right?” Ethan said.
She knew what he was suggesting. It was like he had read her mind, or maybe he'd read her body. Still, she didn't understand how they could possibly have the house to themselves. A few minutes before, they were most definitely not alone.
“What about Daryl?” Laura asked.
“He left as soon as I had him turn on the music,” he explained.
“How do you know?”
“Because, that was the plan,” he said. “I told that him once I had cued the music, he could head out for the night.”
“Isn't Craig still here?” she asked.
“Don't worry, he's outside right now and will be for most of the night. He won't bother us,” Ethan said, then took her hand and led her into the house.
How could a girl say ‘no’ to this? Laura thought.
Chapter 21
Laura
Laura and Ethan stepped off of the porch and into the house. She squeezed his hand as they made their way down the hall and into the large living room. When they'd first come in, she hadn't even noticed the little fireplace in the corner. Now, though, there was a warm fire burning inside, and its soft glow illuminated the entire room.
“Was this on when we got here?” she asked.
Ethan shook his head. “No, I told Craig to get that started after we'd sat out on the deck for dinner.”
“Well, aren't you clever?” she said with a smile.
Located directly in front of the fireplace was a sheep skin rug. They both kicked off their shoes and then walked over onto the rug. The warmth from the fire radiated outward against Laura's bare calves. It was so nice and cozy there, with her toes digging into the fur beneath her feet.
She held both of Ethan's hands as they stood there for a moment, just enjoying the fire and each other's company.
“Are you sure Craig is outside?” Laura said, glancing at the dark windows. The curtains were up to showcase the view.
“I'm positive,” Ethan said. “Although, he might be looking in through one of those windows.”
“Ethan! Stop that,” Laura said, playfully pushing against his chest. “That would be so creepy.”
“Yeah, it would,” he said, laughing. “I guess if he's looking at us, then we might as well give him a show.”
“Very funny,” she replied. “I'm going to go ahead and pretend you never even mentioned that possibility.”
“I'm positive he's in his car sleeping, actually,” Ethan said. “Either way, though, he's not coming in, and he's not watching from the window. I promise.”
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her face in the process. The feel of his skin on hers ignited coals deep in the pit of her stomach. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. Their tongues darted quickly in and out of each other's mouths, in a delicate but aggressive dance.
Laura's hands had a mind of their own. They drifted up and down Ethan's muscular back, as though just touching him wasn't enough. She wanted to feel him, taste him and to absorb every aspect of him in one swoop.
Her body burned with desire. The entire evening had been foreplay in a way. From the time he picked her up at home, throughout the drive and dinner, and of course the dancing, they'd been making love in a sense. It was all part of it. Laura was no dummy, and she knew that real sex, the good kind, was a lot more complicated than just their physical bodies connecting.
Ethan broke the kiss, just long enough for Laura to noticed that his pupils had blown. It was a look she'd seen before, and she knew what it meant. He was going to take her right there in the living room. Needless to say, she wasn't about to argue.
Without even two seconds going by, he kissed her again. With his body against hers, he took a step forward, pressing her back against the wall near the fireplace. Ethan took her hands and lifted them above her head, gently pinning her wrists against the wall.
He brought his lips to her neck and began to nibble his way downward. A pleasurable chill filled Laura and goose bumps popped up over her skin. She loved the way he kissed her. It didn't matter where it was on her body either. The sensation of his lips against her flesh was enough to send her to the moon with pleasure.
Ethan still had her pinned to the wall, as he eased his face down toward her cleavage. He kissed the top of her breasts, and she felt her nipples grow hard in anticipation. It was like every part of her body was reaching out to him, fighting for the attention.