Page 41 of Lost Without You
His hand slid lower to dip into her heat. She was already drenched, so wet that his finger slid into her pussy smoothly. He pumped in and out at a steady rhythm as her hips thrust in synch, chasing her pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take what you need,” Ethan whispered as moved his other hand up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple.
Rachel took his hand and moved it up higher, around her neck. She bent down and kissed him. Claimed him, her lips molding to his, her tongue teasing him. Ethan had never felt so wrecked. His heart raced, and his dick grew harder, his throbbing erection rubbing up against the crease of her ass as the two of them barreled towards their climax.
Rachel’s body stiffened, and her soft gasp turned to a loud moan.
“Ethan!” She cried out as her body trembled and her head fell back.
His own orgasm crashed over him suddenly and he coated her ass with his cum. Fuck, he’d gone off so quickly, like an overeager twenty-year-old. But he was too blissed out to worry. And judging by Rachel’s expression, she was the same.
“Good morning.” She smiled and kissed him again, softly this time.
“That it is,” he chuckled as he took in her disheveled hair, swollen pout and the beard burn on her cheeks and neck. “How did you sleep?”
“Pretty well, all things considered,” Rachel’s eyes clouded with worry again and Ethan tightened his grip on her hip. “You?”
“Better than usual. Come on, let’s fix breakfast and go for a walk.”
“Shower first?” she murmured as she slowly slid off him and the bed.
He liked seeing her in his bedroom. Like she belonged here. He soaked up the feeling and happily followed her into the bathroom.
A half hour—and another orgasm—later they finally made their way down to the kitchen. Watson was sitting patiently by his food bowl.
“You feed Watson, I’ll get started on coffee,” Rachel offered.
They moved about the kitchen like they’d been doing so for a long time. Chatting quietly, Rachel prepared espressos while Ethan pulled eggs and fruit from the fridge. Once they’d made a bowl of fruit salad, Rachel whisked eggs for a quick scramble. As he sipped on his first coffee of the morning, part of yesterday’s discussion finally hit him.
“I told Lara about us,” he blurted out.
Rachel’s hand stopped whisking the eggs. “You did. Are you okay with that?”
“You mean about you being my girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely. No question or hesitation,” he replied and gave her a flirty grin.
A beautiful pink bloom spread across her cheekbones. She went back to whisking the eggs, then dumped them in the heated pan and stirred.
“Good, because as your girlfriend, I have to say that your ex is even more upset with you than I had anticipated.”
“I apologize again for how she talked to you.”
“You don’t need to do that, Ethan. It’s just sad, really. She’ll never be happy if she doesn’t reconcile her past and move on.”
“Reconciling the past can be fraught with complications,” Ethan murmured as he sipped his coffee.
Rachel’s journey to find out the truth about her father was proving to be just that.
“But it’s necessary. And that goes for me, too,” she replied and dished the eggs onto two plates, adding a toasted bagel to each.
They ate their breakfast and chatted, Watson keeping them company by hopping up on the island to sniff at their plates. After gifting the furry beast with a piece of bagel, he sauntered off and curled up in his bed in the corner of the room.
Ethan’s phone buzzed and he picked it up.
“It’s Dalton. A field agent is arriving in ten minutes to pick up your laptop.”