“I don’t think so,” he swatted my hand away and smirked. “It gets even better…As we were ordering our Venti Frappuccinos—she likes a lot of caramel drizzle on hers—Selena admitted that she sometimes uses her own bedroom experience as inspiration for the steamy scenes in her films. ‘Making love is an art,’ she sipped her coffee. ‘I love to do that whenever I can. It’s an incredible experience—to know that the person you’re doing it with cherishes you; to feel like every touch, every stroke, every kiss means as much to you as it does to him. I think every woman should experience it at least once during her lifetime.’ Selena also admitted that naked sex is hotter than half-clothed sex, that sex toys scare her to death but she’d be willing to try some out, and that she is a fan of quickie sex whenever possible.’ We at Cosmo are sure her future husband will approve.”
He put the paper down and smiled. “There’s more to this interview, you know—you give your fans seduction tips and talk about how you decide if a piece of lingerie is worth buying or not, but I’ll spare you for now. Is any of this true? Outside of the ‘making love’ part, which I already know is a lie…Or is it?”
I didn’t say anything. I was ashamed that I’d actually done that interview and even more ashamed that he’d read it aloud.
He cupped my face in his hands. “Is any of it true?”
I closed my eyes and hoped he would forget all about it in a matter of seconds. I was about to pretend to fall asleep, but I felt him tickling the back of my neck.
“Okay, okay,” I giggled. “Some of it is true.”
“Really?” he cut my laughter short with a kiss. “Which parts?”
“I’m not telling you!”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t need to know!”
“I beg to differ,” he grabbed me and pulled me down to the floor. “Tell me which parts were true.”
“Well, I do like lots of caramel on my Frappuccino...”
He laughed. “You do know that I beat you at every single game we play, right? Is that what we’re about to do?”
“I guess so,” I crossed my legs and clung to my blanket wrap.
“Okay Selena. We’ll play it your way.”
Good…
He kissed my forehead and caressed my face. I braced myself for another kiss, but he began pulling bobby pins out of my hair—softly searching my scalp for each one, taking his time.
“Your hair was really pretty today Selena…I like when you wear it up…”
I took a deep breath and tried not to focus on him. He was barely touching me and I was already lost.
I decided to ask him a question—something about the hot dogs we ate at the state fair, but my body suddenly stilled—I felt his hands slipping underneath my blanket, softly stroking my thighs.
I shut my eyes then reopened them to see that he’d moved on top of me. Just that quickly.
“Ethan…” I could barely speak, his touch was too much.
“Which parts were true?”
“The interview was at Starbucks,” I murmured, and he rewarded that pathetic answer with an open mouthed kiss that sent tremors up and down my spine.
“That’s not what I’m talking about Selena,” he slid his hands across my legs again. “Is it the part about no-clothes sex being better than half-clothes sex?”
Don’t answer that…Just keep looking like you don’t know what the hell he’s talking about…
I heard the sound of lace tearing and realized he’d ripped my panties off.
“I liked those panties Ethan,” I gasped. “They were my favorites!”
He tossed them into the corner and smiled at me. “I’ll buy you some new ones,” he slowly ripped all the snaps off my bra. “I wouldn’t have done that if you’d answered my question...Do you want to answer it now?”
No…I need to figure out a way to distract him...
I suppressed a moan as he sensually bit my neck. “Would you show me how to ride a motorcycle one day?”
“Maybe. I’m not convinced you’re over your fear yet. You still back away whenever you see me riding mine.”
“I am! I really want to learn now!”
“Hmmm,” he pulled my bra over my head and began kissing my br**sts. “I’ll think about it.”
Shit…
“Um, did I ever tell you I won the Shakespeare recitation contest my first two years in college? There was a trivia portion and I was the only one who knew the work, act, and scene that each random line came from.”
He stopped. “You read Shakespeare?”
“Who doesn’t?”
“You’re a very impressive person Selena,” he looked into my eyes. “I don’t know why you ever changed anything about yourself for people who didn’t matter.”
I thought I had him distracted. I was about to ask what his favorite Shakespearean work was and move away from him, but he continued teasing my ni**les with his tongue.
This would be a lot easier if this didn’t feel so good…
I couldn’t act unaffected anymore—he was starting to kiss me all over, and his skilled mouth was sending me over the edge. He was going lower and lower and—I twitched and let a muffled moan escape from my throat.
“Do you—do you—do you think you’ll visit me in New York after you go back to Boston, Ethan?” I asked breathlessly.
He stopped his barrage of kisses and sat up. “What type of question is that?”
“And would you mind being my plus one at this wedding?” I reached down and pulled a blanket over my body. “It’s in a month and it’ll be in Memphis, Tennessee. I don’t have anyone else to go with…”
He snatched the blanket away and smiled. “So I’m your last resort?”
“Yes. I mean, no. No. I want you to go with me. I wasn’t trying to—”
“Selena,” he put his finger atop my lips. “Are you honestly trying to distract me and play shy?”