Rare Blend (Red Mountain #1)

37. Ethan

CHAPTER 37

Ethan

CLEAN-SHAVEN CITY BOYS

M arisa looks up at me, biting her lip, her big brown eyes pinched in confusion. “Why?”

I laugh. She has no idea. Doesn’t she get it? The question shouldn’t be why , it should be why not? I’ve only been fantasizing about eating her pussy for far too long.

“Baby, I dream about getting to taste you.”

I grab her hand that was playing with her pussy while she sucked me off and bring her fingers to my lips. Before I lick them clean, I take a big inhale, and my eyes roll back when I get a whiff of her intoxicating scent. Her rounded eyes watch me as I lick her fingers like a goddamn popsicle.

“Now take off your pants and sit that sweet ass on this bar. I’m starving.”

Her cheeks turn bright pink, and she rolls her lips, trying to hide her smile.

Using my thumb, I free her bottom lip. “Don’t hide this from me.”

I press a soft kiss to her lips and tug at her pants. She helps me, and together, we slide them off her. I hook her lace thong with my index fingers and strip them down, helping her step out of them. Her stare holds mine as she hops up and sits on the edge of the counter. Just a few moments ago, she was looking a little shy, but the woman before me is all confidence, flashing me a sexy little smile as she spreads her perfect thighs, putting that glistening pussy on display for me.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asks coyly.

My mouth waters. And like the playful tease she is, she takes two fingers and uses them to spread her pussy lips.

So wet.

A growl crawls up my throat before I crouch down and run my nose along her seam, inhaling her addicting scent.

She leans back on her hands, watching me with lust-filled, sultry eyes. Those beautiful lashes of hers flutter slightly with each blink, drawing me in.

I flatten my tongue right at her center and lap up the pooled moisture. Arching her back, she drops her elbows, resting her back on the marble counter while her thighs fall open wider. She moans, squirming and flailing, but I keep a firm grip on her thighs to hold her in place while I devour her pussy like my life depends on it. Fucking her with my tongue and pumping two hooked fingers inside of her, I’m quickly drawing out her orgasm. Her hips start lifting, grinding against my face, while her strangled cries echo around me. She grips my fingers tightly, and I know she’s close.

“I’m going to come,” she breathes.

I keep pumping into her with my fingers curled, hitting against her inner wall, and press my thumb to her clit while licking and sucking the sweet liquid pouring out of her. She comes with a jolt, back lifting, a groaning sigh escaping her lips. Her body bends and twists as the orgasm releases, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Seconds pass as her sprawled body heaves up and down from her deep breaths.

“Oh, my God,” she sighs. “I’ve never come that way.”

“If you never had a real man between your legs, just say so.”

She snorts, and it morphs into a fit of giggles. “The ego on you. I shouldn’t have said anything. It was probably the beard.”

“What?” I laugh. “Those clean-shaven city boys can’t eat pussy? Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Still lying down, she gives my hip a playful nudge with her foot. “You’re insufferable.”

I pull her toward me and help her up to a sitting position. Her hair is a mess, and her skin is flushed. She looks like a dream.

“You like it.” I place a soft kiss on her lips, unsure if it’ll bother her to taste herself, but she opens her mouth to me and deepens the kiss. I’m getting hard again, knowing that not only can she taste herself, but she’s enjoying it. Before we get swept up again, I step back and rest my forehead to hers, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Go on a date with me.”

Her head rears back, and she looks at me like I just asked her to go rob a bank. “What?”

My heart thunders in my chest. Fuck.

If she only wants to keep things physical, I think it would break a piece of my heart off. But I’ll do it, if that’s what she really wants. I’m in too deep to not accept crumbs.

“A date,” I repeat. “With me.”

A palpable quiet stretches between us, and I would give anything to go back in time to redo this.

Her expression is unreadable, and I’m starting to sweat, waiting for an answer.

“You know what? Never mind. It’s fine. Forget I asked.”

“What!” she shrieks. “No, I’m not saying no.” She wraps her arms around my back and rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me. “I think we should talk about what it means.”

“Okay,” I say cautiously. “For me, it means that I like you. That I have feelings for you. And I want to see where this goes.”

Her body melts a little more into mine. “I like you, too.”

I don’t think I realized how badly I needed to hear that. The pressure in my chest releases, and it feels like I can breathe a deep, full breath.

“But I’m still leaving,” she continues.

My heart stutters. I know she’s leaving. And I know I’m setting myself up for a world of hurt come January. But I also know I can’t stay away from her anymore. She feels inevitable, as if no matter how hard I try, I’ll still end up in this spot, hoping for a chance.

“How about this? We go on one date and then another date, and we keep going on dates, but only with each other. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Her eyes regard me curiously. “So, like casual exclusivity?”

A dry laugh slips out, though I don’t mean for it to. “Let me make myself clear. Nothing about us is casual.”

She sucks in a breath, and her chest presses against me. “What happens in January?” Her voice is a low whisper, and I hear my own fears in the slight tremble of her words.

I don’t have an answer for her. There isn’t a solution to the warning sign in the room with us. What I do know is that I’m sure as shit not going to feel less for her.

“We can cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Her lips press together as if she’s mulling it over, her eyes darting back and forth, a faint crease forming between her brows, but she nods slowly. “Okay. Let’s go on a date.”