Part 14 (1/2)

I swung the door open and my jaw hit the f.u.c.king floor when Anna looked back at me. ”Hey, if I'm carrying bagels and coffee am I still technically bothering you?”

”What the f.u.c.k?” I grabbed her and put my arms around her.

”Can I put this coffee down so I can hug you properly?” she mumbled into my chest.

I released her and she handed me the coffee as she started to maneuver two huge suitcases from the hallway.

”What are you doing here?” I asked.

”I heard you needed a houseguest?”

”Anna,” I warned her.

”Well, I thought we agreed I'd move in, so I'm moving in.”

”You're moving in?”

”Yup.”

”Now?”

”Unless you'd prefer me to get a hotel?”

I realized I was standing in the doorway. ”Let me get those,” I said, pa.s.sing her the coffee back so I could get her bags.

”Are you here for good? Have you finished work?” I asked as I pulled the two concrete laden suitcases into the apartment.

”Yes, I finished yesterday. Paul told me on Tuesday. It's been killing me not telling you, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”

”I can't think of a better one. But I wish I'd known. I could have planned something.”

”Like what? A 'Welcome to New York' banner?”

I raised my eyebrow at her and hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom as she squealed. I threw her back onto the bed and pinned her arms to the bed.

”I've missed you,” I said looking at her.

”I've not been gone a week.”

”I've still missed you. I'm sorry I was grouchy when you left..” It was all fine now. I hadn't quite got up the nerve to take the ring back. Maybe I'd send Rory. But I understood now that her marrying me wouldn't change her commitment to me and our life together.

”I'm glad,” she said. ”Can we take a shower? I feel yucky after the flight.”

I bent down and placed soft kisses along the seam of her lips, from one end to the other. Before I'd quite finished, she opened her mouth and our tongues crashed together.

I pulled away from her and off the bed. ”Get in that shower. I have one more email to send and I'll see you in there in two minutes.

I charged into the study and re-read the email that I'd been drafting before I got the call from Anna. I made two small changes and then sent it off, racing back to the shower, hoping to find Anna naked and wet in all senses of the word.

”Get in here,” she called from the cubicle. ”My b.o.o.bs are super dirty.”

I grinned and pulled off my t-s.h.i.+rt and pants.

”G.o.d, you're so f.u.c.king perfect,” I said as I stepped into the shower and ran my eyes up her body.

Her hands slipped around my neck, ”I want a little less conversation and a little more action,” she said as she grinned at me.

”I warned you about the quoting Elvis thing, Miss Anna,” I said as I backed her against the wall of the shower and dipped my fingers between her legs.

”Ethan,” she cried as I started to circle her c.l.i.t with my fingers with the exact amount of pressure that I knew drove her wild. Her hand found my c.o.c.k and her eyes slid down between our bodies. ”I want you inside me, Ethan.”

She didn't have to ask twice. I cupped her a.s.s and lifted her against the wall and shoved myself right into her.

”f.u.c.k,” she screamed and her fingernails dug deep into my flesh. ”I forgot. Even though it's been less than a week, I forgot how big you are.”

Jesus, she knew just the right thing to say and I twitched inside her. She squeezed in response.

”Are you ready to be f.u.c.ked so hard, beautiful?” I pulled out and her mouth formed a perfect ”O” and then I slammed into her, pus.h.i.+ng her farther up the tile. Her heels digging into my a.s.s, urging me farther, deeper into her.

”Faster, Ethan. I need you.”

I was lost from that moment. The sounds of the water slos.h.i.+ng between us, our skin slapping together, her breathless cries were all muted by the blood rus.h.i.+ng through my ears as I f.u.c.ked her relentlessly.

She pushed her hands through my hair as my mouth attached to her breast and I bit down hard. As my teeth sank into her flesh, she began to come apart underneath me, silently, breathlessly. I felt so powerful, being able to do that to her body, and do it so quickly. The thought pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself into her.

”You make it so good baby,” she said, sounding sated and fatigued as she pulled her legs from around my waist.

”You sit while I wash your hair,” I offered.

She sat on the shower bench and grinned at me as I shampooed and conditioned her hair and then took a sponge and rubbed her whole body from her neck to her toes in small circles.

”Can you do that every morning before work, Mr. Scott?”

”You'll have to earn it,” I teased.

”I'll do anything you ever ask of me. Anything,” she said. She sounded serious, more serious than the conversation warranted.

In response I kissed her lightly on the lips. She sat on the bench as she watched me quickly wash myself and turn off the shower. I wrapped her in a towel and gave her another for her hair. She looked at me seriously as I pulled a towel around my waist.

”You okay?” I asked.

She nodded.

”Shall I find you a comb?” I asked, looking around and then bending to open the doors of the vanity. As I stood, something caught my eye, a smear on the mirror. Except that it wasn't a smear. I looked again. It was the words ”marry me” created by the steam on the mirror.

My heart started to race and I was pinned to the spot. Had I written that? No. I didn't understand. I used my hands to steady myself against the sink. I couldn't turn around as the realization of what was happening crept over me. Her front pressed against my back and her arms snaked around my waist.

”Hey,” she mumbled into my back. ”Turn around.”