No, a little voice in her mind whispered. Well…yes, some incredible sex wouldn’t hurt. But that wasn’t all. She just wasn’t sure what else there was.
Ethan’s hand curled around the nape of her neck, drawing her face toward his. Their lips touched and Jill stopped pondering any ulterior motives her subconscious might be harboring.
His icy mint toothpaste made her tongue tingle when it touched his and the tang of his shaving cream burned her nose. He nipped at her lip and she groaned.
Any lingering nervousness was devoured by her hunger for him. She reached down between their bodies and tugged at the knot. The towel fell across their feet.
“Maybe we should close the door,” he murmured against her lips.
“Hmmmm?” It took a few seconds for his words to register. When Jill realized he was standing, shower-damp and naked, in the hall, she laughed. “You don’t have a roomie, do you?”
“What if I do?”
Uh-oh. Sex with a geriatric voyeur wasn’t her thing, but she had Mrs. Henderson, so her room was out. Did the hotel have a pool? Probably. And they kept an eye on it from the desk with a surveillance camera, no doubt. At least the clerk wouldn’t be physically in the room, though.
“Get in here,” he said, gathering up the towel with his foot and kicking it behind him. “Public displays of nudity aren’t exactly my style.”
“What about your roommate?” she asked in a fierce whisper as he pulled her into his room and closed the door behind her.
“Don’t have one,” he said. “I just wanted to see what plan you’d come up with if I did.”
Jill laughed until Ethan ran his hands up her sides and under her arms. He lifted her, pulling her body slowly up his.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she lowered her mouth to his. He was hard and suddenly the skimpy nightgown she wore wasn’t skimpy enough. She wanted him inside of her.
“Put me down,” she whispered.
“No.” Ethan took a few steps to brace her against the door. He nipped at her ear, her jaw, her neck.
Jill sighed, leaning her head back against the door. When he blew softly across the trail of moisture his mouth had left, she shivered with longing. His cock pressed against her already drenched pussy, rubbing her clit through the flimsy fabric.
He rocked her gently, increasing the friction, and she melted. She was going to come before she even got the nightgown off.
“If you don’t put me down, I can’t get naked.”
She barely managed to get her feet under her before he dropped her.
“You get naked while I get the…things,” he ordered.
“Aye aye, Captain.” She would have saluted, but she was too busy tearing her nightgown over her head. “When did you get more condoms?”
Ethan winced and Jill stifled a giggle. “I’m sorry. When did you get more Mister Happy rain hats?”
He sent her a look that would have been a lot more effective if the little happy guy in question wasn’t bobbing like a conductor’s baton. “I have never called it Mister Happy. And they had a dispenser at the jail.”
“They had a condom dispenser?”
He flinched again, then waved four see-through packets at her. Her first thought was four? Then she wondered why a man so determined not to get any further involved with her would need condoms at all.
And her third thought—pink? “Who do you think ordered pink condoms?”
“Mrs. Carter?”
“Sheriff Dodd?”
Jill stuck out her tongue. “Ewww.”
They laughed together for a moment, then stared at each other. She raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m over here. You’re over there. And we’re both naked.”
“Turn off the overhead light and I’ll meet you on the bed.”
Jill hit the switch and tried not to watch Ethan donning the pink condom by the light of small bedside lamp. She knew without looking that his cheeks would be the same color as the condom. Prophylactic pink, she thought, then had to bite her lips to keep from giggling. Now wasn’t a good time for him to think she was laughing at him.
She got halfway across the room before the lamp bulb blew. The darkness was complete. The crinkle of plastic paused, then continued.
“You are hell on light bulbs, sunshine.”
She looked in the direction of his voice and the stifled laugh burst out of her mouth.
A glow-in-the-dark shaft of neon pink bobbed across the room toward the bed.
“May the Force be with you,” she said in her deepest voice.
“Watch it, or Princess Leia can go crawl into bed with Mrs. Henderson,” he growled. “Get over here.”
“Yes, Jedi master. Please don’t punish me with your big, pink light saber.”
Before she could react, the pink wand leapt at her and Ethan caught her around the waist. She squealed in surprise as he dragged her onto the bed. The man must have eyes like a cat.
He ran his tongue over the hollow of her throat and the feline analogy fled her mind. No sandpaper there. Just hot, silky heat.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” Ethan whispered, his breath tickling her moistened flesh. “I love that spot, and watching you swallow drove me nuts all through dinner.”
She didn’t want to think about dinner anymore. Grasping his glowing pink cock, she guided him toward her throbbing pussy. She wanted more moaning, less talking. And she wanted it right now.
“Not so fast, sunshine.”
Ethan pulled away from her to get out of bed. He opened the blinds enough to let light from the parking lot shine in, then turned to look at her. She was stunned by the emotion she saw on his face. Desire, and maybe something else that she couldn’t define. Or maybe she was just imagining that something else. The whole rushing to get radishes episode was still too recent for her to believe he’d changed his mind.
“Now your light saber won’t glow,” she said, needing to lighten the mood a little. She was not going to cry. Again.
“I want to watch your face when you come.”
“Then you’d better get over here or I’ll start without you.”
He was stretched out beside her in a second. “It’s a good thing you knocked when you did. I was about five seconds from crossing the hall in my towel.”
He slid his hand between her knees and lifted until her leg was draped over his shoulder, then cupped her pussy in his palm. Jill whimpered and lifted her hips, opening herself to his touch.
“What do you want, baby?” His whisper was harsh against her ear and the knowledge that he was nearly over the edge himself made her brazen.
“I want you to make me come.”
“How?”
“I don’t care how. Any way you want to. Just, please…”
He slid a finger into her pussy and she gasped at the sensation. His hands were slightly rough from his woodworking and the sensation was so deliciously different from his smooth cock. A second finger joined the first and her hips bucked.
His thumb slid over her clit, and the sensation was too much. She tried to pull her thighs together, to squeeze his hand, but he held her leg immobile. His teeth pinched at her inner thigh as he worked a third finger into her dripping cunt.
She couldn’t speak as he slid his fingers into her, pulling them nearly all the way out before sliding them into her again. When he twisted his wrist, she cried out and sank her fingernails into his back.
“I had to jerk off in the shower,” he said against her hair. “I kept picturing you on your hands and knees. I was fucking you from behind and my balls were slapping against your pussy.”
She came then, her hips bucking against his hand while the strength of his arm kept her pinned. His fingers twisted inside her, the hardness of his knuckles stretching her, and she screamed into his neck. Her come flooded his hand and he didn’t withdraw his fingers until the tremors of her orgasm had passed.
“Oh my.” She sucked in oxygen, her breast brushing his chest with every breath. She’d have
never guessed before the first time they’d made…had vacation sex, that behind the Mr. Uptight façade lived a very passionate and sexually aggressive lover.
He grinned and lifted his fingers to his mouth. “Very sweet,” he whispered, before very slowly and deliberately licking her juices from his fingers. With his other hand, he grasped his cock, circling the thick base with his fingers.
Jill’s breath caught in her chest. She’d never dreamed the sight of a man holding his cock, pleasuring himself, could be so…damn…arousing.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
Scrambling to her hands and knees, her body already eager for more, she turned, presenting him with the view he’d pictured in the shower. His groan encouraged her and she rested her weight on her forearms, wiggling her ass at him.
“Come and fuck me now.”
He slapped her ass—hard—and she gasped at the pleasure of that small pain. “Don’t be bossy, sunshine.”
She expected him to plunge into her, so the sensation of his hot mouth closing over her set her nerves on fire. He sucked gently and Jill had to rest her forehead on her hands. She spread her knees farther apart, totally opening herself to him. His tongue circled her highly sensitized clit, then plunged into her quivering opening.
Jill bit her lip, trying not to cry out. He tortured her exquisitely, dipping his tongue into her, then running it over her clit, sucking gently, then plunging it into her again. “Please, Ethan. Please…”
She didn’t even know what she was pleading for, but he must have, because suddenly his cock was there. He rubbed its head over her swollen lips, through her slick juices. Over her ass. Then he plunged into her cunt, hard and fast.
She screamed into the bedspread as the orgasm hit her instantly and with an intensity she’d never felt before. At that angle, his cock pounded so deeply it was almost painful, but so incredibly filling. His balls slapped against her sensitive flesh, just as he’d promised.
Ethan ran his hand into her hair, pulling ever so slightly, and she almost sobbed as the tremors shook her body. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she heard him moan.
Then he stopped moving. She was still beneath him, except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. In her post-orgasm haze, she was a little confused. Had he come? She didn’t think so. Finally, she lifted herself onto her forearms again, pushing back against him.
“Don’t move yet,” he ordered, his voice little more than a husky whisper.
“What’s wrong?” What the hell was he doing?
“Not a fucking thing, sunshine. I’m giving my willpower a workout at the moment.”
He was trying not to come yet. Jill giggled, which made her ass shake and he slapped her again. Her pussy clenched in response and he groaned. “You’re killing me, here.”
When he pulled out, Jill whimpered and tried to wriggle him back in. He flipped her onto her back and raised her hands over head, holding them there with one of his own. Pinned, she could only look up into his eyes as he moved between her thighs.
“Greedy little bitch, aren’t you? Two’s not enough?”
She shook her head. “It’ll never be enough.”
* * * * *
Ethan stilled, wondering if she had any idea how her words were affecting him. She was right. This wouldn’t ever be enough. He would want this woman forever.
He released her hands and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer. Reaching down, he placed the head of his straining cock against her sweet cunt. Jill shifted and he sank again into her soft heat. He clenched his teeth as his balls tightened and the muscles in his back rippled.
She urged him with her hips, but he refused to pound into her yet again. He moved slowly, his muscles trembling with the restraint. Her blue eyes watched his face, questioning, and he smiled.
He pulled back, almost to the point of slipping out, then ever so slowly pushed back into her. He never looked away from her face, their gazes locked as he tortured them. He could feel the quivering deep in her pussy, the tightening in her thighs. She was close again.
Jill closed her eyes as her breathing quickened, but he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “Don’t close your eyes, sunshine,” he whispered before running his tongue over her lower lip.
He quickened his pace, losing himself in her gaze. There was so much he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how. Hell, he didn’t even know if she’d want to hear it. So he let his eyes, his body, speak for him.
They came together, and he heard his name on her lips as he plunged into her, spilling himself into latex while her pussy spasmed around his flesh. He gripped her hips, pounding into her until he was spent, then he collapsed onto her.
He kissed her cheek, her neck. Her hair. Then her mouth. For what seemed like forever he lost himself in her kiss. Then he laid his head on her breasts and sighed. He’d never been so utterly content, and he was sure he never would be again.
Later, when they were curled together under the light blanket, her head nestled against his chest, he hummed “You Are My Sunshine” into her hair. And as he drifted off to sleep, his subconscious registered that this could be the last time Jill ever fell asleep next to him. Pulling her closer into his embrace, he hooked his leg over hers, trapping her next to him. She wasn’t going anywhere.
* * * * *
Jill blinked at the clock a few times, but the numbers didn’t change. 4:06. She closed her eyes again. She’d never particularly cared to know what four o’clock in the morning looked like.
Ethan’s body curled perfectly against hers. Close enough to feel the warm pressure of his back and hip, but not so close their skin would get sweaty and make obscene sounds when they pulled apart.
She opened one eye. 4:07. No fire alarm bells. No uninvited bedmates of the eight-legged variety. No surprise Hurricane Horatio battering the window. So why was she awake?
So she didn’t have to hear him say, “Hey, it’s been fun—maybe I’ll see you around Epcot sometime” in the morning.
Jill groaned and threw her arm over her eyes. It was way too early to deal with this. Inner demons shouldn’t rear their ugly heads before she’d downed her first pot of coffee.
Ethan had made it clear right from the beginning that Orlando would be the end of the road for them. Tonight was nothing more than a final hurrah—a farewell kiss run amok.
But, like an idiot, she’d gone and fallen in love with the man.
There. Brick wall torn down. Self-awareness achieved. Wouldn’t Oprah be so proud of her? But it sure would be nice if the woman was hiding under the bed right now, ready to tell her what the heck she should do now.
What she should do was leave—just go home. Do not pass go, do not collect any more heartache.
But what she wanted to do was roll over, rest her head on Ethan’s chest and leave it there for the next sixty or seventy years. Matching rocking chairs and the whole nine yards.
But the whole nine yards was precisely the problem. She couldn’t handle that. What she wanted was a closer to two yards or so—three at the most. Okay, even four or five.
She’d give anything to spend forever with Ethan—just the way they were now. They could travel. Maybe she’d devote her life to getting him to bungee jump or cross the road ten feet from the crosswalk.
But Ethan wanted the whole shebang. The house. The white picket fence. Two and a half kids and a dog. And even if she was ready—and she suspected she might be getting closer by the minute—he didn’t want them with her.
Slowly and silently, she pulled her leg out from under his and slid out of the bed. She was doing him a favor, after all. He wouldn’t have to face that awkward don’t call me, I’ll call you moment.
After pulling her nightgown over her head, she stopped at the door and watched him for a long moment in the glow of the parking lot lights seeping through the blinds. His brow was unfurrowed and the corners of his lips turned up in a slight smile.
She almost went
back to kiss him goodbye, but the tears were already running down her cheeks and she didn’t want to wake him.
Chapter Twelve
Ethan muttered a good morning to Kenny, then pulled out the chair on the other side of his mother. He knew he was acting like a petulant teen, but there was no way he would get used to this guy.
He turned over his coffee cup and filled it from the carafe his mother passed to him. Inconspicuously, he looked around the dining room for Jill. When he woke up alone, he’d just assumed she’d be in the dining room, drowning herself in the strongest coffee she could cajole from the waiters.
“She went home,” his mom said.
So much for inconspicuous. “What do you mean she went home?”
“Mrs. Henderson told me she packed up and went to the bus station early this morning. She’s going back to New Hampshire.”
She’s gone? His mind shied away from grasping his mother’s words. Jill couldn’t be gone. She’d been snoring—in a cute way, of course—in his ear only a few hours ago. His chest started to ache and he fought the urge to press his hand there. If his mother got it into her head he was having a heart attack, she’d be mobilizing the Florida National Guard.
“Why did she go?” Maybe her family had left her a message on her room phone and she was needed at home, or she’d forgotten to feed her cat, or something. Anything but the possibility that she’d simply walked out on him in the middle of the night.
Without a goodbye, or a note, or anything? He couldn’t believe he’d meant that little to her. He was even starting to think that…well, he didn’t think she’d leave without so much as a kiss blown over her shoulder.
His mother only shrugged, but Kenny looked at Ethan over his coffee mug. “My guess would be you.”
Ethan knew that, but he didn’t like this gigolo plumber knowing it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Last night I got to thinking that maybe you and I should have a talk.”
Oh, no no no. No no no.
“Nice use of the Force there, Luke.”
Shit! He ran his hands through his hair. Not in a million years would he live that down. “I, uh…yeah.”
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