Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(226)

“I’m not wearing any perfume.”

“I know.”

She sighed. “Oh, Eth . . .”

“Yes or no?”

Anger exploded inside her, and she slapped away his hands. “Yes! Of course, yes! Because I’m weak and needy and I don’t like you very much right now.”

If she’d expected her outburst to slow him down, she was proven wrong.

“I can fix that.” Within seconds, he had the car door unlocked and pushed her inside.

Instead of turning back out onto the highway, he simply swung the Camry across the gravel parking lot and into the narrow lane that led to the office of the EZ Sleep Motel.

“Oh, no . . .” She stared with dismay at the row of white wooden units with three large pines standing guard in front.

His voice held a pleading note she’d never heard before. “I can’t wait any longer. I promise, Kristy, the next time it’ll be champagne and satin sheets.”


Without waiting for her to respond, he vaulted from the car and shot into the motel office. He was back within minutes. Again, he settled behind the wheel and drove to the end unit, where he parked crookedly, jumped out, and raced around to open her door.

The good Pastor Bonner hustled her inside like a teenager ready to score.

Ethan pushed the door shut behind them and let out a sigh of relief as he saw that the room was shabby, but clean. He knew there was no way on earth he could have kept her here if it had been dirty. And he wouldn’t let her go. He simply couldn’t stand this sense of separation between them any longer. He had to keep her here until he marked her for life.

The need to mark her was important, although he wouldn’t do it with a hurtful bite or a marring bruise—that would be intolerable. But he wanted to do it with something indelible. He wanted a mark that would keep her by his side forever and make them best friends again. And the only way he could think of was to do it with sex.

No matter what she said, sex meant something to Kristy, or she wouldn’t still be a virgin. Any man she had sex with would be important to her forever, and that’s why it had to be him. Only him.

He searched for a less selfish reason to justify what he intended to do, and quickly found it. She was too precious for him to allow another man to ruin her. Kristy was unique, but everyone didn’t understand that. What if her first lover didn’t take care with her? What if he didn’t understand how precious she was?

There were so many pitfalls awaiting her. Kristy was a nut about cleanliness, and that could make sex a problem for her. A man would have to be patient with her eccentricities, distract her with a little gentle teasing, a few deep kisses, until she forgot about hygiene and just enjoyed herself.

“This room is plenty clean,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.”

The idea that she might be disappointed made him defensive. “I know what you’re thinking. Just because something’s shabby doesn’t mean it’s dirty.” He crossed to the bed and whipped down the spread and blanket to reveal a crisp white sheet. “See.”

“Ethan, are you drunk?”

She looked so pretty standing there in that short red dress, with her eyes big and uncertain, that a lump formed in his throat. “I’ve got a nice buzz, but I’m not drunk. I know exactly what I’m doing, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”

You don’t have a clue what you’re doing.

He ignored the voice, just as he’d been ignoring it ever since that night at the Pride of Carolina.

The old linoleum floor creaked beneath his feet as he moved to her side, drew her into his arms, and kissed her. He tasted spearmint, and he realized she’d popped a breath mint while he’d been registering for the room. As if she needed something artificial to disguise her own sweet taste.

Her body, warm and pliant, bent against him. He ran his hands up along her spine, then cupped her hips.

Her lips parted and her arms entwined his neck.

He stopped thinking as he lost himself in their kiss.

He had no idea how much time had passed before she drew away and looked deeply into his eyes. I love you, Eth.

Her lips didn’t move, but he heard her as clearly as he heard God’s voice. A sense of relief shot through him. Then she began to speak.

“This isn’t right. I want to more than I ever wanted anything, but it’s not right for you and it’s not right for me. This isn’t what God expects from us.”

The words were soft, spoken from her heart, but he shut them out.

Listen to her, Ethan, Oprah admonished. Listen to what she’s saying.

No. He refused to listen. He was a man, not a saint, and he was tired of letting God run his life. Instead, he slipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress and touched the soft skin beneath. “You were going to let Mike Reedy do this.” He drew his hand upward, taking the dress with him until he reached her bra. Gently he squeezed her breast through the lace.

“Maybe.”

“I don’t care what you say. I’m a better friend to you than he is.”

“Yes.”

He traced his thumb over the soft swell that rose above the top of the bra. “Why would you let him make love to you, but not me?”

She was quiet for so long that he didn’t think she’d answer. Then her fingers closed around his forearm. “Because I don’t need commitment to have sex with Mike Reedy.”