I keep on staring at him, the locking of our eyes seems more sensual than even touching. Is this really love I feel for Ethan? There’s certainly a whole lot of lust going on inside of me right now.
I try to deflect from what he’s said with snark. “I see you haven’t lost that cockiness then.”
Ethan frowns. “Don’t avoid it Tegan, you love me, I can smell it when you look at me, your problem is accepting it.”
“I’m twenty-three, I really don’t know what I feel.” Perhaps reminding him how young I am will get him to back off. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work.
He lifts my hips up onto the window ledge and pulls my legs around his waist. “Age is of little consequence, you are a women and I am a man, and if I can’t convince you with words how right it is for us to be together then maybe I will simply demonstrate it with actions.”
He lifts me again, and this time carries me over to his bed,where he lays me d
own on the cool, soft sheets. He towers over me, eyes roaming over my bared skin where the cardigan pools open. He slides his hand over one of my shoulders and pushes the top of the cardigan away, tilts his head to the side, as though admiring my skin, and then does the same on the other shoulder before lifting me up and tugging the whole garment off me.
I reach up to pull his shirt down his arms and then throw it onto the floor. He leans down and begins to kiss me slow and attentively, the skin of our chests touching, pressing against one another. Our tongues mingle languorously and I sigh into his mouth. His hands run over my hips and then move past my stomach and ribs to rest feather light on my breasts, he’s barely touching me and yet it feels like so much more. This vampire really knows how to mess with my head. I open my eyes and I’m not surprised to find him grinning as he’s kissing me. “Something wrong, Tegan?” he asks against my mouth.
I try to scowl at him, but I like him too much right now to be angry. “I know what you’re doing,” I breathe.
“Forgive me,” he replies sincerely, “I don’t normally take things so slowly, but with you I can’t seem to help myself. I want to savour every moment of this.”
Brilliant. I haven’t slept with a man in more than two and a half years and he wants to take it slowly. I’m going to have a heart attack if he doesn’t touch me harder.
He seems to read what I’m thinking simply from the expression on my face, because he smiles and whispers, “Open your legs for me, fata frumoasa.”
I swallow down a massive gulp of saliva and my knees fall helplessly to the sides. He trails a hand up my inner thigh, slips it under the fabric of my pants and makes contact with my skin. When he reaches the place I’m yearning for him to be, I grab onto him as his fingers tease me.
He applies more pressure and suddenly he’s running his fangs over my neck and whispering, “Die for me,” in my ear.
At this very moment I don’t think I could stop him if he tried to bite me even if I wanted to. His fingers ease inside of me and moments later explosions of pleasure burst through my body. Ethan has removed the remainder of both of our clothing within milliseconds, and then there is no material separating us any longer. He grips both of my hands in his, our fingers intertwining, and lifts my arms up, pressing them down into the pillows above my head. His naked body is pressed flush against mine now.
“You are so soft,” he says in a gentle voice, he hovers just above me, holding me down, my legs around his waist. The last thing I remember is him whispering “TE iubesc” into my ear over and over again, but I’m too preoccupied to wonder about the meaning of the phrase, as he transports us to a world where there is nothing but our two bodies and unending pleasure.
Chapter Thirteen
Come With Your Arms Raised High
I wake up to complete and utter darkness, it feels like morning but I can’t see anything resembling daylight. Ethan’s naked body is wrapped around mine, and I recall all of the many things we did through the night. Is it possible to be happy and completely disgusted with oneself at the same time? I don’t regret having sex with Ethan, what I regret is that I did it now, at a time when I have other reasons for getting close to him. God, if he ever finds out he’s going to hate me. Pain stabs me somewhere in the location of my heart.
It takes me a moment to realise it’s dark because Ethan has these strange mechanical black out blinds that must roll down automatically once it gets bright out. I pull away from him and sit up, he remains sleeping soundly, obviously resting during the day is the norm for him. I turn to look at him, his dark blond hair hangs over his face, his lips are slightly parted as his breathing rises and falls.
I kiss his forehead and gently pull the blanket over him, before shrugging into the leggings and cardigan Delilah gave me to wear. I search around for a pen and paper and eventually find some over by his bookshelves. I scribble down my new number and leave it by the bed, so that Ethan will have a way of contacting me later when he wakes up. As tempting as it would be to spend the day wrapped up in bed with him, I have a few things that I need to get done while I have the time.
Downstairs I locate Ethan’s washer and dryer, where I find my clothes from last night, fresh and clean. I quickly change into them and quietly leave the house. There’s nothing worse than doing the walk of shame on a cold frosty morning, but I don’t have any other choice. At least there aren’t any neighbours hanging around.
My body is still tingling all over from Ethan’s touch. It scares me how good he can make me feel, and all so effortlessly. I walk in the direction of the city centre and go to the bank. I’d managed to drop in the other day while I’d been out shopping with Finn and Gabriel to deposit the money Pamphrock is paying me. I just wasn’t comfortable with all of that cash on me. I get the lady to deposit one thousand into Nicky’s account, I may have drifted away from her since becoming acquainted with the world of the supernatural, but I haven’t forgotten how well she took care of me while I’d been grieving for Matthew.
I think the money might make up for the crap she had to deal with. At least I hope it does. I send her a text letting her know and she immediately writes back telling me to stopping being ridiculous, I tell her it’s done now and her silence seems to indicate she’s accepted it. I also withdraw some cash and go shopping, before taking a taxi back to Finn’s house.
I’m laden down with shopping bags when I step in the door, Finn comes out into the hallway and eyes me up and down with a grin.
“Well would you look who it is, the dirty stop out herself,” he chuckles, laughing at my expense.
I walk straight past him, scowling all the while, and step into the kitchen where Rita and Alvie are sitting and chatting. I unceremoniously drop the bags onto the table and Rita’s eyes go wide and interested when she takes note of the shop logos.
“I thought I’d get you some new stuff,” I tell her, “what with the fire and all. I kind of owe you anyway for all the favours you did for me before I left. Oh and I got you those red Doc Martens you asked for once upon a time,” I finish with a wink.
Rita’s entire face lights up in glee and she jumps up from her seat to give me the tightest hug ever. “How did you know my favourite shops?” she asks, eyeing the bags with a grin.
I smile. “Intuition I suppose.”