With a sigh, Ethan parks and climbs out of the car. I follow his lead, and we make our way inside to find a table full of food ready. He must’ve told his staff we were coming for dinner.
Dinner is silent, other than a few moments of small talk back and forth, and I can tell he’s stressed. He rigid way he sits, the way he pushes his food around his plate, the tight grip he has on his fork- it all tells me he needs some stress relief.
And if I can offer that, I will.
So, I stand and hold out my hand.
“Come on.”
Immediately, Ethan drops his fork and before I can blink, I’m in his arms, and we’re halfway up the stairs to his room.
Within minutes, I’m on my back on his bed with Ethan hovering over me.
His lips find mine in a hard, hot kiss, and I moan when his fingers find my hips
