Chapter 93

When Baron left in such a hurry, I looked at Ethan confused. Was there something that I was missing? What had I not seen?

I looked between Ethan and Mrs. Hudson. Both seemed equally as shocked at Baron’s flat out refusal to accept our invitation.

“Is he alright?” I inquired.

Mrs. Hudson shook her head, puzzled, “He was asking about a camping retreat for four or five of the children. Maybe he felt like he was being ignored, or you two were being favored.”

I thought about the suggestion - I supposed it made sense given everything. Baron was usually the center of attention when he stepped foot in the orphanage. Sometimes it was hard to go from one way to another.

“He could also be busy that night,” I ponder aloud. His tone may have been accidental. Sometimes that could happen, not meaning to sound as upset as you do.

“Well, let me know when the event is,” Mrs. Hudson clapped her hands together, putting an end to the previous conversation. “I will get to work on some outfits and figure out the logistics of transporting the children tonight so that things are all set and in order when the time comes.”

Ethan and I nodded, giving each other a knowing look. We would provide all of that, but until we had a set date and time we would allow her to work and keep herself busy.

“We will get out of your hair then,” I gave her a warm hug and bid her farewell.

Ethan and I retreated back to the car and drove home, too tired to spend anymore time in the office, and actually looking forward to a night spent in the house alone.

Now that Olivia and Mars were married, they bought their own house together and had their things moved in while they were on their honeymoon. It was quiet at first, with Olivia’s room being so empty. I kind of missed having her in the room next door and seeing her in the kitchen for breakfast.

Having Olivia in the house was like having a sister just across the hall. I never experienced true sisterhood, not with Dora.

Guess that didn’t really count anyways, we weren’t related at all.

Ethan and I got home, put on our pajamas, and settled on the couch with Chinese takeout and junkfood on the coffee table. I begged and begged to watch a romantic comedy. Ethan relented once I used my puppy dog eyes to sway him.

We sunk into the couch, he threw his arm over mine, and we ate and watched the first half of the movie in companionable silence.

During the first kiss scene, I felt Ethan’s arm tighten around my shoulders. His hand rubbed soothingly up and down my arm, squeezing the fat of my bicep every now and then.

I bit my lip, trying my best to focus on the screen, but my mind drifted over to Ethan as his other arm came to rest on my leg, his thumb caressing the inside of my thigh.

My eyes were set on the television, but my brain was not retaining a single bit of the movie we watched. Ethan’s thumb crept closer and closer to the warmth of my inner core. My legs shook, as I tried to resist looking at Ethan while he shifted closer to me.

My breath hitched as his fingers brushed over the fabric of my pajama shorts, putting pressure on my core.

“Ethan,” I warned, finally turning to look at him. His gaze was focused solely on my face, his pupils blown and dilated with lust. His mouth was parted slightly, breathing heavily as he increased pressure.

“Yes?” He asked innocently, shifting us over so that he was leaning over me. One arm was braced over my head on the arm of the couch, the other ran tantalizing lines across my most sensitive parts.

I tried to silence my moans by biting my tongue and shoving my face in a throw pillow, but Ethan brought his hand up, gripped my chin, and turned my head so that I was forced to look up at him.

“I want to hear you,” He growled lowly, “No one else is here. Scream if you want to.”

He slot his hips between mine, still holding my face, and rubbing our clothed crotches against each other, hoping for any form of friction at all to satisfy the aches in our cores.

Ethan grunted and pulled my lips in for a kiss, slipping his tongue between my lips and behind my teeth. When an explicit moan escaped my throat, he smiled against my lips.

“Want to go upstairs?” He asked suggestively, still rhythmically rubbing himself against me.

I nodded furiously, begging.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me up the stairs and to my bedroom. The bedroom was dark and smelled like my perfume mixed with Ethan’s cologne. It was actually a really nice combination.

Ethan laid me on the mattress, and slowly began working my pajama shorts from around my thighs.

I bucked my hips as he pulled the fabric away and removed my shirt while he unbuttoned his pants and threw them in a random corner of the room. He placed himself in between my legs again, pinning my arms above my head as he rubbed tantalizingly slow up and down across my folds.

My moans were loud, echoing across the empty room.

They didn’t stop until late into the night.

After Ethan and I had calmed, we lay together with sweaty skin and half-lidded eyes. I traced circles across his bare chest, relishing in the contact. Ethan squeezed my arm every now and then in reassurance as we talked in a pitch black room.

“So I was thinking,” Ethan said after a few beats of silence.

“What a dangerous thing to do,” I joked.

Ethan blew a puff of air from his nose, amused.

“How would you like to move in with me?”

I sat up so that I was leaning over him, a teasing grin on my face as I gestured around the room to garner his attention.

“I think we covered that a few months ago,” I said.

Ethan smiled and squeezed my hips, “I meant like move into my room with me. It’s bigger, has a more luxurious bathroom, and we can share a closet.”

I met his eyes, “Would you like that?”

Ethan sighed, a small and content sigh.

“I would love that. I love you and I want you with me at all times, and I love your room but I miss my king-sized mattress.” He admitted, a little sheepishly.

I giggled at his confession and nodded my head, “Okay.”

“Okay?” He beamed up at me, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “We can turn this room into your own personal office if you want. So that you’ve still got your own space, somewhere private that’s just for you.”

My heart swelled at Ethan’s suggestion. He cared so much for me, enough to give me space when I needed it and also to invade that space when called for. I loved him so much.

“I love you,” I grinned and pecked his lips over and over again. “I love you, I love you.”

I was happy to finally be able to say what I was feeling to him, no hiding my emotions. No feeling guilty for them either.

Ethan bucked his hips against mine, and we spent one more intimate night together in my bedroom.