“You will, night Ethan.” She disconnects the call, and I climb into my car and head home. I can’t knock the smile off my face at the thought of this trip. It's not lost on me that it would be the perfect opportunity for us to sleep together; I’m pretty sure that’s where things are heading. She’s already told me that she’s never had a relationship before and I’ve taken that to mean that she’s still a virgin, too. Shit, I hope she is, the thought of another guy anywhere near her makes my blood boil. I can feel my body tense at the thought of her being naked with someone other than me. Even just kissing another guy. I look down to see that I’ve inadvertently gripped the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles have turned white.
I’m hit with the sudden realization that I’ve never really had a relationship either, but I’ve had a shit ton of sex. What if she’s not okay with that? I can’t change the past. I’ve never really given it a thought until now. I know it makes me a total asshole, but it would bother me if the tables were turned. Just the thought makes my stomach coil. I hope she doesn’t feel this way about my sexual history. I hand-on-heart wish I’d never screwed around, having meaningless sex with girls that I can’t even remember the names of. If I’d known I would meet Blair, feel the things I’m feeling, I’d have never slept with anyone. I’d have waited for her. She’s the type of girl that you’d do that for. I’ve spent the last god knows how long ripping into Drew for the way he acts about Dannii. I never got it before. I do now. Dannii is Drew’s game changer, and Blair Thomas is mine.
“PRINCESS?” HIS VOICE jolts me back to earth as his kisses move back up from my neck? across my jaw and meet my lips again.
“…Yeah?” I answer, but I’m not really paying attention to his voice, his lips have me in a trance and it’s made my head foggy, I can’t concentrate on anything other than how good this feels.
He smiles pulling away from my mouth and his dimples appear in full force.
“Lie back,” he says. “Lift your ass a little so I can pull these off.”
I instinctively do as he says as he hooks his fingers in the belt loop of my shorts and tugs them down my legs slowly, dropping them somewhere on the floor. His gaze follows the path his hand is traveling between my breasts and down my stomach. Getting dangerously closer and closer to the ache he’s causing between my legs. I swallow hard as his fingers rub against my clit through the fabric of my panties and I can feel the wetness pooling there.
He lifts his gaze to meet my eyes with his crooked grin. “So wet for me already,” he says as he carefully peels my panties down to gain better access.
My shoulders arch and my head tilts back as he blows a slow steady breath across my core. My heart is pounding so fiercely I can hear it drumming in my ears.
“Do you want me inside of you, Princess?” he asks as he traces circles on the inside of my thighs with his fingertips.
“Yes,” I gasp out, because at this moment it’s the only thing I want. I need him to ease the ache that’s building with every second as he tortures my thighs and teases me.
He pushes my knees apart and positions himself—standing—between my legs.
“You have to tell me what you want me to do, Blair.”
A wave of pure heat and desire crashes over me as he stands waiting for me to respond. I try to steady my breathing by taking a long calming breath. I’m anything but calm, I’m excited and scared and so freaking turned on that I’m not sure what to do with myself. I whisper the words so softly that I’m not sure if he can even hear me. “I need to feel you inside me.”
His eyes are hooded and his gaze so intense I can feel the heat of it. Goose bumps cover my entire body as he leans over me, bringing his face just inches from mine.
Laughter erupts all around me, jolting me awake as I sit up panicked by the outburst. My heart’s slamming against my chest and I’m struggling to regain my breath. I look around to get my bearings. I don’t recognize my surroundings for a few seconds, when a fresh wave of laughter cuts through the air.
I whip my head around to see Brie and Casey in a fit of hysterics across the bed. My mind suddenly clears and my brain kicks back into gear—I’m at Brie’s house, we were watching a movie.
“What the fuck, chuck?” Casey cries out as she’s holding her sides and giggling like a hyena.
“Ethan…oh I need to feel you!” Brie says in a breathy maiden voice. I feel a tsunami of mortification crash over me as I realize I was dreaming, and those two had front row seats to the show.
“Shit, was I saying that out loud?” My cheeks feel like they’re on fire and I drop my head into my hands, shaking it. “Oh god…” I groan out, as both girls collapse in yet another round of laughter. I’m taking their hysterics as a yes to my question. God. Kill. Me. Now!
Brie’s almost hyperventilating with laughter as she clips out, “That was better than the restaurant scene in When Harry Met Sally! Gosh, your dreams are vivid, huh?”
I grab a pillow from beside me and toss it at her as hard as I can, but she deflects it and I can’t help the bubbles of laughter that erupt from my own chest. I figure it’s better to laugh at myself than cry in shame.
“Sounds like you and Ethan are getting your freak on even in your sleep. I heard rumors that the boy’s got skills, but damn girl, you looked like you were about to come just dreaming about him.”