Addicted(40)

“On whether or not going with you will keep me from having to put my clothes back on.”

Ethan laughs then, a low, happy sound that sends joy and heat sizzling along my nerve endings. I can’t believe this.

I just came—twice.

My knees are still so weak that I can barely stand on my own.

My body is deliciously sore and deliciously sated … and still I want him. Still I can feel myself aching deep inside, missing the feel and the touch and the taste of him against me.

“Come with me,” he whispers in between pressing hot kisses to my temple, “and you’ll never have to wear those clothes again.”

“Sounds good to me.”

He grins as he picks up his own soggy shirt and jacket off the sand. His shirt seems to have sustained the most damage, so he just wraps me up in his suit jacket before re-fastening his pants and belt.

“Come on,” he tells me then, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me across the parking lot to the limo he has waiting at the back of it.

“The limo, huh? To what do I owe this honor?” Ethan and I have been together since the beginning of the summer and I’ve only seen him use the limo once before. And that was when he had people in town from Japan.

“I had a lot of work I wanted to cover today, and the hour I spent in traffic trying to get to the Trifecta meeting seemed like a perfect time to do it. Besides”—he grins ruefully—“I haven’t been able to sleep since you left me. It seemed safer all around to let Michael drive me for a few days.”

That sobers me up, the levity leaving as quickly as it came. “I’m s—”

“I swear to God, Chloe, if you apologize to me one more time for something that is in no way your fault I will not be responsible for my actions.” He’s glaring at me now, his mouth set in a warning scowl that tells me just how serious he is. He never looks at me like that. Or, at least, he never has before.

I slide closer to him as the limo pulls out of its parking spot, run my hand down his jaw. It’s just a little bit prickly now, the stubble that has crept up there since this morning making him look sexy and dangerous. Hot.

“I was awful to you. In the parking lot that day. I could have been—”

“You were hurting. You were traumatized and you had every right to be. If you’d screamed at me, or punched me, you would have been well within your rights then, too. Telling me that being with me hurts you—” He shakes his head. “That nearly killed me. But it was no more than I deserved.

“Hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted, Chloe, and it kills me that you’re suffering now because of our relationship. I’m the one who needs to apologize, baby, the one who should be groveling at your feet. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so—”

I cut him off with a kiss. Not because his apology isn’t important, but because I’m not ready for it. Not here, not now, when this truce between us is still so new, so fragile. When I’m afraid that anything might come along and knock it—knock us—off our axis again.

His arms come around me instantly and then he’s pulling me into his lap, my knees falling wide as I straddle him.

Ethan kisses like he does everything, with a single-minded, predatory determination that takes me over. That turns my body liquid and my brain to mush. And when his hands come up to stroke soft, insistent circles around my nipples, it’s a miracle I can remember my own name.

Still, as the limo pulls into traffic, I force myself to wrench my mouth from his. He makes an unhappy sound, slides a hand around to the back of my neck and tries to pull me forward again, but I use every ounce of willpower I have to resist.

My determination gets through to Ethan pretty quickly, and he leans back, his hands dropping to the seat on either side of my legs. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, eyes wary as he waits for me to speak.

“What about dinner?” I ask, because it has only just occurred to me that we left more than two dozen people back at the Marine Room, at a party that Ethan was supposed to be hosting.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, concerned. “I’ll have Michael stop and get something. Would you like Greek food? Or Thai? We could—”

“Not for me, you idiot! For everybody else. You just walked out on the celebration dinner for the biggest merger in Frost Industries’ history.”

“Oh, right. That dinner.” He relaxes immediately. “It’s fine. They won’t miss us.”