I stand there, frozen in awe, taking in the details of the shop. I’m speechless, unable to find the right words to express my emotions.
My gaze shifts to Ethan, and I’m met with a broad smile that suggests he’s thrilled to have evoked this reaction.
“Wow, this is… beautiful,” I say, my voice trailing off as I struggle to find the perfect words to describe the scene before me.
I wander around the shop, taking in every detail, tracing the intricate designs with my fingers.
I turn back to Ethan, his smile still hasn’t faded. There’s something about that smile that has held me spellbound for four years.
Memories flood my mind – Ethan by my side throughout my pregnancy, with me through delivery, and beaming with pride as he held Shawn in his arms for the first time. He’s been my rock, in every sense of the word, caring for Shawn as if he were his own.
As I reflect on yesterday’s events, I realize I was being paranoid about Ethan’s look. I quickly dismiss the thought of him trying to harm me – he’s too good, too caring.
I walk towards him, and before I know it, I’m wrapping him in a tight hug. He’s taken aback, but then his arms slowly encircle me, returning the embrace. As relief washed over me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, struggling to find the right words Ethan’s hug tightens.
All my doubts fade away, and I feel safe, protected, and loved. And I know I can trust him with my life.
Every detail in the shop is a result of my hard-earned money, but the fact that he went out of his way to make it all happen warms my heart. This is the kind of man every woman desires – one who will go all out for you and your dreams.
I slowly reach up and gently touch his face, my fingers brushing against his beard.
His eyes darted back and forth between my eyes and lips. I feel like I’m the only person in the world who matters to him right now.
He slowly closes the distance between us, his mouth inching towards mine. In a flash, he crashes his lips onto mine.
I wrap my arms around him, roaming my hands all over his body, pulling his head closer as I devour him.
I’ve been craving intimacy, and I wouldn’t mind giving in to my desires. As we kiss, he cups my butt, his erection pressing against my stomach.
I slide my hand down, caressing his length as he deepens the kiss. Our lips move as our bodies yearn for more.
Is like my body is on fire, responding to his touch, his kisses, my juice dripping.
He slowly moves me to the wall, and I can’t contain myself. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. My back is against the wall, my body grinding against him.
He catches me effortlessly, holding me close. I feel his mouth on my skin, slowly raising my T-shirt. His lips brush against my nipple, sending shivers.
I’m lost in the moment, consumed by passion. I’m helpless, swept away by the intensity of our desire.
“Fuck,” I say as my head tilts back as he takes one breast in his mouth, his hand claiming the other.
Ethan’s driving me wild. He moves slowly, as he moves to the other breast, his tongue and lips working in sync.
My fingers tingle in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take more. This is beyond anything I expected.
I’m ready to feel him inside me, ready to throw caution to the wind. It’s been four frustrating years since I’ve had a man, and my body is practically screaming for release.
My hand trembles as it reaches for his belt, struggling to unbuckle it. After what feels like forever.
I finally manage to unbuckle his belt and start to unzip his pants, my heart racing. But just as I’m about to take the next step, a sudden cough from behind us makes me freeze.
My heart skips a beat as I realize we’re not alone. I jerk away from Ethan. I turn to see who’s standing there, and my heart sinks. It’s someone I never wanted to see like this.
Logan’s expression is unreadable, but Ethan’s face is twisted in fury. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to cover myself, slowly pulling down my clothes to make myself decent.
I cast my eyes down, unable to meet Logan’s gaze.
It clicks into place – Logan’s sudden appearance in my shop isn’t just a coincidence. His men have been protecting me, and I’m grateful, but that doesn’t give him free rein to show up wherever I am.
Memories of our past flood my mind, and anger surges through me. His one act of kindness doesn’t earn him the right to disrupt my life like this.
I’m furious, my passion with Ethan is interrupted. “What the fuck do you want?” I demand, my voice low and fierce.
I’m fed up with the interruption, my emotions are raw. I glare at Logan, daring him to explain himself.
Logan’s eyes widen slightly as I lash out at him, but he quickly regains his composure.
I continue to vent, my anger boiling over. “Yes, what the fuck do you want? Can’t you see you’re not welcome here?” I demand, my voice rising.
Logan’s gaze shifts to Ethan, and he shakes his head before delivering a stunning blow: “You’re on borrowed time with her. She’s my wife But I’m ready to reclaim her.
“Ex-wife,” Ethan barks, “It’s time you grew up and forgot about her.” Ethan’s response is immediate and explosive.
“You think you can just waltz back in and claim her? She’s moved on, Logan. And so you’re just a relic of the past, clinging to something that’s long gone.”
The two men face off, like a challenge between them. I’m caught in the crossfire, my heart racing with emotion.
The smile on Logan’s lips grows wider as he lets out a hearty laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. He stops abruptly, his gaze piercing as he turns to Ethan.
“You’re fighting a losing battle,” he says, his voice dripping with conviction.
“I know what I see when I look into her eyes – she isn’t over me yet.”
“I’m sure she has my picture in her head anytime you’re with her,” I continue, his confidence making my core flutter. “And it’s not hard to tell.”
His words are like a mirror held up to my soul, reflecting the secrets I’ve tried to keep hidden. I can’t deny the truth – a part of me still belongs to him.
I ask him bluntly, my patience wearing thin. “Why are you here?” I demand, not wanting to stand there and be tortured by him.
Logan’s smile falters for a moment before he regains his composure.
“The police chief called, and he said you should…”