Chapter 34
Ethan's POV
I hear the door creak open, followed by approaching soft sounds of flip-flops on the floor.
When she gets to the bedside, we lock eyes and she gently settles on the space beside me, her eyes never leaving mine.
She must have also had a shower as the scent of vanilla fills my nostrils as she sits.
She's wearing a cream coloured gown that compliments her fair glass skin. I should insure that. Infact, I should insure her entire being.
"Are you running temperature?" Spitfire places her palm on my forehead, checking my temperature.
"I'm fine," I smile.
"And you don't need anything? You aren't hungry…"
I am, baby. But for something-someone-else.
"I don't need anything except you by my side. And I have that already."
I see a tint of pink appear on her cheeks.
"Spitfire, can you sleep beside me?" I ask all of a sudden.
I don't even know where it popped out from.
I brace myself for her response. Is she going to hit me? Curse at me? Barge out the door?
Hell.
However, without saying anything, Spitfire simply gets under the covers with me.
She lays on her side, facing me. Our faces are merely inches part and I feel her breath feathering me softly. I inhale deeply, her scent enticing me and causing my lower region to spring up in a hard rock.
We remain motionless, gazing into each other's eyes.
She should have left the room when she had the chance. Now, I'm consumed by desires that border on the forbidden. I crave to capture her mouth with mine, to claim her entirely, marking her as mine on every inch of her body and soul.
And that's what I do.
I inch my face closer to Spitfire's, taking her small rosy lips with my mouth. At the contact, a rush of warmth courses through my veins. A groan longingly, my tongue tracing the outline of Spitfire's bottom lip, seeking entrance.
Spitfire isn't kissing me back however, her mouth parts open and my tongue immediately slides in, twirling with hers.
I hear a moan escape her mouth and it makes me lose it completely. I pull Spitfire's body into mine and hover on top of her, not breaking contact.
I let the tips of my fingers graze up and down her arm then trail over to her breast. She isn't wearing any bra. I cup and squeeze her breast, pinching her hardened pointed nipple, getting a soft moan from her.
Fuck. If she keeps up with that…
My hand trails down from her chest down to her navel, twirling my index finger around it. She jerks softly, arching up her back in response to my touch.
I let out a low growl, deepening the kiss. She's kissing me voraciously back. Meeting my tempo, fire for fire, heat for heat.
Wow. Spitfire should push me into the pool more often so I can see this side of her more often.
My hand moves from her navel down to her abdomen, and further down-
I feel Spitfire pull away from the kiss and a grunt escapes my mouth in protest. My eyes open. She looks away from me, quickly pushes the covers off and swiftly shuffles out of my bedroom.
Wait, what? Fuck! Just when I was about to…
Ah, that's what made her stop. Fuck I shouldn't have tried going down there.
I look down at my lower region, my dick's as hard as concrete. Spitfire shouldn't have started what she couldn't finish-only that I'm the one who started it. Hell
I'm too turned on now. Licking the remnants of Spitfire's scent on my lips, I close my eyes, dip my hand under the covers and fist my cock, jerking off to images of Spitfire.
"Fuck." I growl.
***
General POV
Several days later.
Ethan and Elizabeth decide to put that night's event behind them. They never make mention of it to each other or anyone else.
Ethan expects that their relationship, due to that night, will further depreciate, but quite on the contrary, it seems to be blossoming as they keep getting closer, sharing their free time together.
After the pool incident, the both of them seem to be opening up to each other about their various private lives.
"Ma'am said to get her a glass of fruit smoothie." Alexa pipes as she steps into the kitchen.
Frowning, Moana nods her head and watches as Alexa blends the smoothie.
Over the past few weeks, the more days pass by with Elizabeth still living in Ethan's mansion, the more infuriated Moana is getting.
The other day, she'd watched through the kitchen window as Elizabeth got one of Ethan's personal chauffeurs to drive her friend home.
How audacious!
And to think over the past few days, Elizabeth's been all over Ethan when he's home!!
It has to stop.
The intruder has gotten too comfortable and needs to be stopped. Elizabeth has no place here.
"What's she doing?" Moana asks all of a sudden.
"Oh, Ma'am's sewing a really beautiful dress. She's been busy since morning."
Moana grinds her teeth irritably.
That too. Ethan fixed Elizabeth a studio! Got her all the equipments-
Now's the time. Moana concludes.
"Alexa, kindly go to my room, you'll see a medicine on the bedside drawer. Bring it for me. I seem to be having a migraine."
Alexa pauses what she's doing, blinking at her superior. "Oh, let me quickly-"
"I'll help you with that. Hurry now." Moana waves.
Hesitantly, Alexa rushes out of the mansion and heads straight to the employees' quarters.
After the girl leaves, Moana ensures no one's watching before pouring the smoothie into a glass cup. Secretly, she takes out a tiny bottle from her pocket and pours the content in the cup.