Chapter 197 Charis Turner


    J stared as the blinds slowly closed, her eyes wide. Shey on the bed, stiff as a board.


    There was a rustling sound as Ethan lifted the covers and joined her. He braced himself on one


    elbow and straddled her thighs with his long, muscr leg. His fingers stroked her hair and syed


    them across the pillow. "Are you asleep?" Ethan''s hand slowly crept around her waist, then down


    the front of her leg. He clicked his tongue yfully. "How are you mping your legs so tightly when


    you''re already fast asleep?"


    His words only made J press her thighs even more tightly together, preventing him from doing


    what he wanted.


    "If you keep this up, I''m going to slide my fingers in. You know you can''t stop me." Ethan''s voice


    was low and dangerous. He blew lightly on her ear before pressing his lips against the sensitive


    skin.


    "No—" J blurted out before she could stop herself. "Ethan..." She bit her lower lip to keep it from


    trembling. He was frightening her.


    She hadn''t missed the massive bulge of his crotch back when they had taken a shower together


    before.


    "Aren''t you going to say something else, hmm?" Ethan whispered to her now, his hot breath drifting


    over to her nape. The scent of their body wash lingered in the air.


    When J didn''t answer right away, he pressed closer against her until his broad chest covered


    the width of her back.


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    Ethan gave her thigh a squeeze before diverting his attention to her shoulders. There, he caressed


    her skin with feather-light touches before tugging the strap of her night gown off. He could feel her


    shiver as it raced down her spine.


    He leaned over and licked the curve of her neck. When she still didn''t turn around, Ethan finally


    rolled her over to face him. "Are you crying? Are you so afraid of me that you would cry? Weren''t


    you the one who asked me to take you to bed before?"


    J sniffed. It was true that she was a little frightened because she heard that the first time would


    always hurt, but she knew she also wanted him.


    "Why are wasting your time talking nonsense? It''s not like I''m resisting..." She averted her gaze as


    she spoke, embarrassed at how ridiculous she was acting.


    Ethan chuckled softly. He perfectly understood what she meant.


    He pinched her cheek and kissed her—gently and with affection. It was a kiss of reassurance.


    When he pulled back, he asked, "Are you still scared?"


    J shook her head, her cheeks burning as Ethan grinned. "In that case, let''s kiss for a while,


    shall we?"


    He took her face in both hands and swooped in for another, longer kiss.


    J loved his kisses. Her arms instinctively snaked around his neck to bring him closer. In the


    next second, however, she flinched and pushed against his shoulders. "Ethan! Leave my belly


    alone, I''m ticklish!"


    Ethanughed and gave her another peck. He was done ying now. He loomed over her, trapping


    her between his powerful legs.


    She had stoked the fire of his desire, and he could no longer contain it.


    He made quick work of discarding his pajama bottoms. "I can put it in, right?"


    Even as he asked, he was already grinding his groin against hers. J bit her lower lip, hesitating.


    He took advantage of the pause and took off his pajama top. "We have nothing better to do for the


    rest of the night. We might as well... Right?" J had no reason to refuse, of course. They had


    finally cleared up their misunderstandings, so there was no point in holding back. "Hmm," she


    nodded.


    Her voice was quiet and timid, but Ethan heard it. He needed no further encouragement.


    With one swift motion, he pushed her night gown up to reveal her plump breasts. J felt a


    hotness rush toward her thighs, and her pulse quickened in anticipation. Ethan could tell with that


    she was ready for him. He reached for the night stand and fumbled around the first drawer.


    He had bought a box of condoms shortly after confessing his affections for J. Little had he


    known then that he wouldn''t have any use for them until now.


    Just as he was finally able to find the prized box, his phone began to buzz on the night stand.


    Ethan growled. He had already been thwarted by a phone call once; he wasn''t keen on letting it


    happen again. He grabbed the device, fully intending to hang up and turn it off altogether.


    "Who is it?" J asked. Curious, she sat up and peeked over his shoulder. She nced at his


    phone and saw the caller ID disyed on the screen. "Charis Turner". A woman''s name.