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Oh, in return...
Anah knew it might just be wishful thinking, but she could almost senseEthan'sheart skipping a beat every time he saw her looking at him, stars in her eyes, and heart on her sleeve. Wouldn't that be the craziest, loveliest thing ever, if it were the truth?
And that wasn't all.
In the years they were friends and just friends, Ethan had always been meticulously careful not to touch her in any way that could be misconstrued. He had always been a gentleman.Always.But ever since the night they had made love...
He couldn't seem to get enough of her. Just seemed so hungry for her all the time, with the way he made love to her every chance he could get. Day and night. Every room of his apartment. His shop. His pick-up. And now—-
Oh God.
Anah was so embarrassed she felt like her face was about to burst like a freshly squeezed tomato at any moment. Tonight was their first time to go "public", and as expected, all eyes were on them the moment she and Ethan walked inside Redwood Cafe.
And it only got worse from there, with Ethan once again insisting that she make herself home on his lap. And when she ordered a vanilla shake that left a milk mustache over her upper lip, Ethan suddenly leaned forward and started licking it away...very...veryslowly.
By the time he lifted his head, she could barely think straight, and sanity slipped further away when hazel eyes smoldered down at hers.
"Do you want something, little Anah?"
The wicked purr in her voice had Anah's senses reeling. "I..." His thumb touched the corner of her mouth, and she nearly whimpered. "I...want..."
Swoosh!
A particularly strong gust of wind blew the cafe's doors open, and the sound startled Anah back into her senses.
Ethan's lips pressed together when he saw Anah's gaze turn accusing.
"Stop seducing me in public!" Anah only meant for Ethan to hear the words, but when the whole cafe erupted in snickers, she realized too late that everyone had ended up hearing her instead.
Ethan, on the other hand, actually had the gall to smirk. "All the more to make it exciting, luv."
Aaaargh.
He knew what it did to her, every time he let his British accent slip out like that, and Anah's anger melted in an instant. All she could think about now was hearing more of it, preferably withboth of them naked, which was why when Ethan whispered into her ear, "I want to fuck you..."
She could only nod.I want that, too.
Farica sent Ethan a dour look as he and Anah walked past the counter. "You are one lucky SOB."
Anah, who didn't quite catch the words, thought the older girl was speaking to her. "Sorry, what was that?"
Ethan quickly covered Anah's ears just before glaring back at Farica. "One more word, and I'll be introducing myself to Steel March and—-"
Farica threw a dishrag at him, but Ethan was able to duck this.
Anah couldn't help laughing when Ethan practically carried her out of the cafe in his haste.
"Whatdidshe say?" Anah asked curiously.
"Nothing you ever need to know," Ethan answered seriously.
"But..." Anah frowned when she noticed where they were heading, which was the opposite direction of home. "Where are we going?"
"This should do," she heard Ethan murmur under his breath as his steps came to a halt.
Anah followed his line of sight, and her jaw dropped. "Are you insane? Anyone could—-ah!"
But it was too late. They were already inside the phone booth, Ethan had locked the door, and he was already reaching under her skirt.