Chapter 5 5

NORA

Holy fuck, did he just jack off to my thong?

I'm so excited by the possibility that I can hardly sit still. The

shocked expression on his face when I'd thrown my wet thong in his laundry basket had been adorable. It was equal parts surprise and desire, and it had taken all my willpower to turn around and go back to my room. I was hoping he would keep them, but I never even let myself dare to hope that he might get so turned on he'd go and jerk off. The soft groan I'd just heard, tells me that's exactly what he did, though!

"Hang on," he says, and I have to stifle a laugh at how strained his voice sounds.

He opens the door after a few more seconds, but he's careful to avoid my eyes. This is ridiculous. I want him, and it's obvious he wants me. Case closed. I take a step into his room, letting my eyes roam over the place. His king-size bed looks inviting, and I can't resist going over to it and sitting down. I smile when I remember I'm still not wearing any panties and my bare pussy is now flush against his bed.

He eyes me warily like he's afraid I'm going to pounce on him. I let out a small laugh.

"Relax, Ethan. You look very tense."

"I'm not so sure you should be in here."

He's trying to hide the hunger in his eyes and doing a shit-poor job of it. I meet his gaze before letting my eyes run down his hard body. His arms are crossed, making his broad shoulders look all the more broad and giving me a great view of his biceps. I'm impressed when I see the clear outline of a very hard, very big cock. Damn, and that's after jacking off not that long ago. Interesting.

When I meet his eyes, I'm startled by the desire I see in them. They'd looked hungry before, but that was nothing compared to this. I can tell he's still being stubborn, though. I've been in love with Ethan for as long as I can remember. I've been saving myself for him, and I'm damn tired of waiting.

"It might be best if you go back to your room," he says, trying once again to get me to leave.

"Why?"

I lean back on my elbows and let my legs very gently spread apart. His eyes trail down my body, and then he lets out a deep sigh and rubs the back of his neck.

"You know why," he finally says, and the strained tone of his voice makes me very happy.

"Why are you being so stubborn?"

"What do you mean?"

I sigh and spread my legs further apart. Reaching a hand down, I grab my skirt and start to slowly raise it. Before I've even raised it an inch, Ethan's strong hand is on mine, stopping me.

Raising myself higher so our faces are level, I say, "Don't you want to see me?"

Without answering he pulls my hand away and grabs my other one so I can't use that one either. He pins me down on his bed and hovers his body over mine. I can barely breathe with him so close to me. The heat in his green eyes drives me wild, and knowing he's trapped me beneath him has me crazy horny.

"Stop playing games with me," he says.

He's so close I can feel his breath on my lips.

"I'm not playing any games. I want you, Ethan. I always have."

"You can't say things like that, Nora." The pained expression in his eyes kills me. "You can't tease me and give me your used thongs and flash me your ass and pussy."

"But I love you, Ethan."

He sighs and rests his forehead against mine.

"You can't," he whispers. "I'm your dad's best friend. You're his daughter. End of story."

I give a frustrated groan and wrap my legs around him, forcing him closer to me. When I feel his hard cock dig into me, I let out a moan and arch my hips up to him.

"Fuck," he groans. "Nora, I can't. I just can't."

The sadness in his voice breaks my heart. He lets go of my wrists, and I quickly bring my hands to his face. "Tell me you don't want me, and I'll leave now, Ethan. I promise."

I search his eyes, letting him see all the love in mine as my thumbs caress his stubbled cheeks.

"I can't do that," he finally says, and I let out the breath I'd been holding. When he sees the relief in my eyes, he cups my hand with his own and presses a kiss against my palm. "But I can't do this either. You're only 18. It's not right."

"I'm legal, and I can make my own damn decision about that. I've always wanted you, and I've saved myself for you. You can keep being stubborn all you want, but I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you, Ethan.

I'm pretty good at it by now."

I let my fingers trail down his neck. "I do want one thing, though."

"And what would that be?"

"I want a kiss."

He lowers his forehead to mine again and lets out a heavy sigh. I know he wants this just as much as I do. I can feel the very real and hard evidence of that digging into my thigh, but I also know guilt is eating him up, and I hate that for him.

"I just want a kiss. I told you I've saved myself for you, and I meant it. I'm 18, and I've never even been kissed. I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm about to explode. Can you just give me this one thing? Please?"

Lifting his head back, he studies my face. "You've never done anything with anyone?"

I shake my head no, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

He very gently runs his thumb along my bottom lip, and I can't help but taste him with my tongue. He stills, watching me run my tongue along his skin.

"My god," he whispers, "everything about you is a temptation."

"Please," I beg. "Just one kiss."

I'm prepared to keep begging, but my next words are stopped by his mouth, and all other thoughts leave my head. He cradles my face and gently kisses me, exploring my mouth with his lips and tongue. I open myself wider for him and moan when he runs his tongue along the roof of my mouth.