Addicted (Ethan Frost #2)(62)

That gets my attention. From the beginning, things have been so intense between Ethan and me that I forget there’s still so much I don’t know about him. So much that I want to know. “Why is this one your favorite?”

“Because it makes my favorite pinot noir. And because it was my first.”

“Ahhh, you never forget your first.”

Ethan’s face goes dark and sensual at that, and I can’t stop my breath from hitching in my throat. “What—” My voice cracks, so I clear my throat, try again. It’s hard, though, when Ethan’s looking at me like he wants to devour me right here in the helicopter. “What’s that look for?”

He runs a rough thumb back and forth over my lips. “I like that I was your first. It wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t, wouldn’t make what I feel for you any less overwhelming. But still, I like knowing that I’m your first … and I plan to be your last, as well.”

My stomach jumps unpleasantly. “Technically, you weren’t—”

He stops me with a look. “I was your first in any way that matters. Brandon is a f*cking animal and he got nothing of you. What he took—” He breaks off, shakes his head. “What he took has nothing to do with what we have, with what we are to each other.”

Tears bloom in my eyes at the sweetness—and the intensity—of his words. “I love you,” I tell him when I can finally find my voice again.

“I love you more.”





Chapter Nineteen


“It’s a vineyard. A real, honest to God vineyard.”

“That’s what I told you.”

We’ve just landed at Ethan’s place at Napa and I’m standing behind the main house, on top of a huge hill that looks down upon acres and acres of grapevines.

“Yeah, but I thought you meant you had a few grapes.”

He shrugs, raises his hands in a self-deprecating gesture as he nods toward the grapevines. “I have more than a few grapes.”

“I can see that now. You also have trucks and grape pickers and a tasting room. And wine-making … stuff. You have a vineyard.”

“Which is exactly what I told you I had.”

“Yeah, but …”

“But what?”

“But it’s a vineyard!”

He’s full-on grinning now, like I’m the craziest thing he’s ever seen. “You already said that.”

“I know, but it’s—”

“A vineyard,” he finishes for me. “Yes. It is. And not that I’m not having a good time, but are we really going to do this all day?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. What else is there to do?”

“I could show you around, show you all the ‘wine-making stuff’ you were speaking of so eloquently. Or we could go into town, get some lunch. Maybe pick up some groceries.”

“What?” I ask him in mock outrage. “You don’t have a cook? Or someone to stock the house for you? I’m very disappointed in your king of the manor persona.”

“I do, actually, have someone to do all of that, but I was afraid you’d rag me about it if I asked her to do it. I wonder where I could possibly have gotten that idea?”

“I can’t imagine.” I stand on my tiptoes and give him a loud, smacking kiss on the mouth. “But I’m hungry, so food sounds like a good plan. Give me a minute to run a brush through my hair and maybe put on some lip gloss and I’ll be good to go.”
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“Do you want me to show you to our room? I can give you a quick tour of the house.”

“I would love a tour. But my stomach’s growling and from out here the thing looks like an only slightly smaller version of the Palace of Versailles, so maybe we’ll wait on the tour until later. I’m not adverse to you pointing me toward the nearest restroom, though, if you don’t mind.”

“Your disdain for my wealth is truly impressive, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“Almost as impressive as the wealth itself, huh?” I answer with a roll of my eyes.

“Oh, more so. Definitely more so.” Ethan’s laughing now, his blue eyes glowing as brightly as the low-hanging sun right above our heads. It’s exactly the reaction I’m going for with my banter, considering I’m filled with guilt after the stunt I pulled last night. Not that I don’t think I had a right—have a right, because I’m still not over it if I’m being honest—to be upset, but I can’t stand the fact that I hurt Ethan. That my own issues made me lash out and damage him, when he’s done nothing but love me. Nothing but care for me to the best of his ability.

I’m still not sure how I’m going to get past the news that the man who raped me is one small step away from being a United States Congressman. Any more than I know how I’m going to live with the fact that—if he wins—the man I love helped put him there.

Oh, Ethan says it’s not going to happen. He says he’s working hard to ensure that Brandon never gets the chance to abuse his power again. But Ethan told me he did a lot of work for him before the last few weeks. He’s given him a lot of his own money, since family money doesn’t count as a campaign donation. He’s held a dozen fund-raisers for Brandon as he ran—and won—a seat on the state senate two years ago, almost straight out of college.