Page 28 of Lost Without You

Rachel shook her head and quickly walked around him, heading for the elevators. Ethan stood for a moment, hands on his hips, gaze to the ceiling.

This woman is driving me crazy!

He ran for the elevator, but he was too late. “Rachel, hold the door!” he yelled out, but she shook her head as the doors closed in his face.

“Fuck!” he spat out as he pushed the button several times and waited for the next ride.

Five minutes later, he got out on the 17thfloor and headed for Rachel’s room. They had to talk this out. Getting pissed and walking away was not an option.

He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He knocked again.

“Open the door, Rachel. You’re acting childish.” He spoke to the door as his blood pressure spiked, fear and anger warring inside him.

Finally, the door was thrown open and an irate Rachel stood there, in nothing but bare feet and a plush white bathrobe, her hair tied up in a messy knot. The robe was held precariously by a loose knot that threatened to unravel. Ethan was ready to unravel with it. She was so beautiful it made him ache in the very best way. Everything Ethan was going to say to her was forgotten as he stood there like an idiot with his mouth open.

“I’m actually the only one acting like an adult right now, so your comment is bullshit. You’ve had your say and now it’s my turn. Get lost!” she yelled and slammed the door.

Her anger knocked Ethan out of his daze right quick. No way was he going to just let this whole thing go because his dick was taking over. He knocked again, this time, with force.

When Rachel opened the door, her hair had slipped out of its knot. Dark, silky waves tumbled over her shoulders.

Focus Ethan…

“We’re not done talking, so please, let me in. Please,” Ethan said in a calmer tone.

Rachel clenched her jaw but moved aside, letting him step into her suite.

Bad idea.

The first thing he saw was the king-sized bed, and clothes that were strewn on it. His eyes zeroed in on a hot pink lacy bra and thong, and holy fuck, his whole body jolted. He quickly took off his jacket and held it in front of him in case his stiffening dick turned into a full-on boner.

Jesus, where is my control?

“Have a seat,” Rachel said and pointed to the club chair in the corner of the room.

Ethan quickly sat down in the leather chair, placing his jacket on the armrest as he watched Rachel sit across from him on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, but that didn’t help matters. The robe gaped and Ethan got more than a glimpse of full breasts that made his mouth water.

Eyes up.

“I’m frightened. For you and your family. Now that I’ve met your mom and your brother, and my friendship with Wes, the thought of something bad happening to any of you makes me sick with fear.”

Rachel stood up and walked towards him. “I know that, Ethan. But I’m so much closer than ever before to finding the truth about my father given this breakthrough. I can’t stop now. I just can’t.”

She stopped in front of him, and Ethan looked up at her. At those beautiful indigo eyes that had snagged his attention from the very first.

“If you’re sure, then I’ll stand by your decision. And I’ll do everything I can to protect you.”

“I don’t need your protection. I need your support. I need you.”

Ethan had no more words. Reaching out tentatively, he slid one hand around her left hip, hoping that the physical contact would reassure Rachel. And reassure himself. As they looked at each other, a different kind of tension unleashed between them. Rachel moved forward, sliding her knees on either side of Ethan’s hips, and straddling his lap. Ethan groaned at the intimate contact as their bodies connected and he reached for her, pulling her down for a kiss that he wanted more than his next breath.

Sliding his hand through Rachel’s hair, he cupped her face. Her sharp inhale before their lips met told him that she was just as gone for this moment as he was. Soft lips sank into his, as needy as his own. Their tongues tangled as he got his first taste. She was so goddamn seductive that he tightened his grip to take a deeper taste. But it wouldn’t be his last.

Not when the kiss was the best he’d ever had.

Chapter Thirteen

Rachel