Rare Blend (Red Mountain #1)

44. Marisa

CHAPTER 44

Marisa

MY SAFE PLACE

T he steam from the shower fills the air. Ethan strips off his shirt, his taut stomach drawing my eyes to him like a magnet.

“My eyes are up here.” His cocky smirk only amplifies my growing need for him.

I meet his heated gaze. “I like ogling you.”

“Lose the clothes, Marisa.” His stare drags down my entire body, as if he can already see what’s underneath. “And do it slowly.” His voice is a low growl, starting a frenzy of butterflies swirling in my stomach.

My hands shake as I start to pull my dress up over my head, but I pause, letting it fall back into place. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. We’ve barely come up for air, but never with the bright sun shining directly on me. The steady stream of water, the fogged mirrors, daylight pouring through the windows. He’ll see all of me, every flaw, with nothing to mask it, no sheets or shadows to hide behind.

He must sense the nerves that have started flooding my veins. Lifting my chin, he says, “Hey, it’s just me and you. Don’t ever be afraid or self-conscious about your body around me, because I’m fucking obsessed with it, every curve, every freckle. I could spend an entire day worshiping every inch of you and still be in awe of how fucking sexy you are. My dick has been in a constant state of hardness since you crashed into my life with that smart mouth and perfect ass.” He takes my hand and holds it so his cock is in my palm. “Feel that? That is what you do to me.”

He’s hard in my grasp, so I tighten my hold and run my hand up and down his length over his jeans, eliciting a moan. His eyes become hooded, gazing down at me and blazing with lust. I try to dig into his jeans and feel all of him, but he grabs my hand to stop me.

“Bad girl. Not yet.” He backs me up against the vanity, and slowly eases me out of my dress. His eyes flare as they catch sight of my lace bra. “Your tits are amazing. One day, I’m going to fuck these.”

He yanks the cups down, causing my breasts to spill over. Grabbing both, he uses his thumbs to draw circles around my nipples. I curve into his touch, goosebumps spreading across my chest as he bends to capture a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it. His hot mouth over the sensitive skin causes heat to build in my lower abdomen. My thighs squeeze together, trying to find relief.

In a quick, rough second, he has my bra off. My hips grind, trying to rub against him.

“Ethan,” I whine. The feminist in me has left the room because I’m on the brink of pleading for his cock until he gives it to me.

I can’t take it any longer. I need him now. I’m getting squirmy. I spin out of his grasp and remove the last bit of fabric covering me. I ball up my panties and toss them at him with a smirk before I get inside the hot shower.

The sound of denim slapping the tile floor echoes behind me, right before I step under the waterfall shower head. Ethan joins me seconds later, his hands sliding down my waist, tracing the curves. He captures my mouth. The hot water splashes down on our faces before he moves me against the shower wall. Shampoo bottles scatter around us in loud thuds.

Drawing back from our kiss, I giggle against his mouth. “Get it together. You’re destroying the shower,” I tease.

“I’m only concerned with destroying your pussy.”

My body shakes against his, laughter bubbling out of me before it’s replaced with a squeal as he lifts me, my legs winding around his waist and back scraping against the tiles.

“Are you laughing at me?”

I nod. “Always.”

He smiles into my neck. “Such a brat.”

His tongue flattens, licking down my neck and over my clavicle, causing the smile to drop. I moan, throwing my head back as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. He’s so deep this way, it takes my body a second to adjust. His hands grip my ass, sliding me up and down his cock. I gasp, feeling completely out of control and loving being at his mercy.

“Fuck, you take my cock so good. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” I say, breathless. “Only you.”

My words seem to be his undoing, because he picks up speed, pushing his cock in and out of me at a tantalizing rhythm. The familiar build of heat coils between my thighs, and my body goes slack, falling apart in his arms. His groans tickle my ears as his release follows mine.

Slowly, after we’ve caught our breaths, Ethan sets me back down, holding onto me for a second as I gather my footing. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman. I’m going to run out of cum if we keep going multiple times a day.”

His smile is so cocky. I know he’s basically bragging that he can go several times a day.

“You’ll live,” I say, shaking my head, a smile playing on my lips.

I pick up the dropped bottles and start to actually shower. Ethan does the same. Our faces split into lopsided smiles while we stare at each other. I’ve never felt so comfortable and cared for in my entire life. He makes me feel cherished and special, looking at me like I hung the moon. My heart beats, infused with warmth, and I realize I’ve fallen in love with him. Is it even considered falling when he feels like the softest landing I’ve ever experienced? He’s my safe place; he would never let me fall. He’s always there to catch me.