Page 92 of Don't Date Your Ex Best Friend
He raised an eyebrow, “Me?Distracting?Have you seen yourself?”His eyes averted to the thin tank top I slept in last night.A soft moan slipped past my lips when his hands cupped my breasts, tweaking the pebbled nipples.“It’s hard for me to walk around you withoutbendingyou over the nearest surface and drive myself inside you whenever I lay my eyes on you.”
My fingers threaded through his hair when he looked at me with pure hunger in his eyes, his hand trailing over my throat, making me gasp when he whispered, “You are that fucking distracting, Bella.”His hard-on poked over my thigh when he used his knee to spread my legs, pushing me into the island and grinding himself on my core.
My back arched and tightening my fingers over the back of his neck, I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him.I wrapped my legs around his torso, removing his t-shirt and kissing him on the crook of his neck, his stubble scratching against my skin, turning me on.His musky woodsy scent intoxicated me when my nails raked across his back.I licked the hickey I had made on his neck, my lips trailing down.Lower.
“Kiara,” Ethan groaned, yanking my hair back to stop me and devour me with his hungry mouth.He swallowed my moans when he ground against my heated sex, my panties dampening at the heat of his muscular body pressing against me.
We both pulled away when the ringtone of my phone blared in the kitchen.
“Sorry, I have to take that.”I pulled down my tank top and tugged my cat pajamas to my waist which Ethan had successfully lowered to my knees.
I swear this man has sex magic when he is horny and wants clothes to disappear.
After the call with my agent, I told Ethan about the change in my plans and ignored his frown when he pulled himself away, “Not even a quickie?”
I gave him a look.“Ethan, we don’t have ‘quickies’.We have scenes which end up with me being sleepy or straight up blacking out.”He scowled, crossing his arms as if it was his fault, which it was.“I meant that in a good way ...or that sounded much better in my head.”
Tipping on my toes, I pecked his lips, “We need to talk tonight.”
He followed me to the room.“About what?”
I stuttered.“I-it’s a surprise.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, stripping out of his clothes.“Fine, I will bring a small surprise for you too.But don’t eat cake for dinner like last night.Wait up for me or no more cakes for you.”
I would have laughed at a grown naked man telling me all that while we were showering together, but I grinned at him.“You are such a dad.”
The apartment was way toosmall for me, so I thanked the sweet old landlord before going to the nearest drugstore and buying three pregnancy tests.I wanted to be sure before I could let Ethan know.
Back at home, I was pacing in my room and wondering if I should wait for him or do it before and then surprise him.Fuck it.As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I heard Ethan enter.
Oh, great.
Without waiting, I followed the instructions on each pregnancy test and kept them on the sink after washing my hands.
“Kiara, I know you’re in there.Come out, I have a surprise for you!”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stepped out.
“Why are you looking so pale?Are you alright?”Ethan asked, his hand checking my forehead, which made me grin.
“It’s nothing, what’s the surprise?”
“Khalid and I talked to Mr.Stone, and he agreed to the auction as soon as I told him about you and that you are Damini Sharma’s daughter.”He grinned as he explained that Mr.Stone would help set up the auction and Khalid would help with the media and security.While we had to bring her paintings.All the money raised in the auction would go to different children charities all over the world.
“I am so proud of you!”I grinned and hugged him, his soft laugh filling my ears when he hugged me tightly.
The beep went off in the bathroom.My eyes widened when Ethan frowned, “What was that?”
I couldn’t wait.“I took three pregnancy tests, Ethan.”
He raised his eyebrows, “No way, I bought one for you.Look.”He showed me the test, and I asked him why he bought met one.He smiled sheepishly, “Because I thought you might be pregnant with all the puking.Not to mention, your breasts have gotten bigger.”
“Really?” I asked, looking down at them.“Are you sure?”
“I might need to feel them just to be sure—” he grinned when he saw my face.“Sorry.Now check the test.I am impatient.”
I clutched his hand, “Come with me.”
