Chapter 62: Forbidden Tastings

ELLIE

Pulling my hips closer to the edge, he knelt between my legs, and as he spread them apart, I remembered I wasn’t wearing any panties, since he’d ripped them off the night before.

“You owe me a new pair of panties,” I murmured, feeling my breath grow heavier as my body craved his touch.

“Maybe you should just stop wearing them.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it drives me crazy to think there’d be nothing stopping me from touching you right here, anytime I want,” he whispered before licking me, making me grip the bedsheet.

Oh, my God.

“Hmm.” I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan.

“So sweet and wet for me.” His voice was deep and sexy, making me melt even more.

Before I could feel his amazing tongue send another wave of pleasure through my skin, there was a knock at the door. I froze, my eyes widening, my heart racing even more.

“Ellie?” It was Anna’s voice on the other side of the door. “Are you in there? Can I come in?”

“You didn’t lock the door?” I whispered, panicked. He shook his head, an amused smile spreading across his face.

“Idiot,” I growled, pushing his chest with my foot. “This isn’t funny.” I got up, adjusting my dress before walking to the door. “I’m coming!” I called out, feeling my lips curl into a silly smile.

Why was I smiling? She could’ve just walked in and caught Ethan with his face between my legs. God! That would’ve been embarrassing. I waited for Ethan to disappear into the bathroom with a grin before finally opening the door.

“Hey?” I tried to keep a neutral expression.

But I couldn’t hide anything from Anna; it only took her five seconds to figure it all out. A smile appeared on her lips.

“Am I interrupting?”

“No. Do you need something?” I pressed my lips together, trying to hold back a laugh.

“You look like you just stepped out of a spin cycle.” She laughed.

“Okay, okay. Get to the point.”

“I just wanted to chat a bit with my best friend.”

“Alright, we’d better go to your room,” I said, closing the door behind me.

“Why? Is Ethan naked in there or something?”

“No. But let’s just say you were lucky to knock before coming in.” I linked my arm through hers, making her walk down the hall.

“Seems like one night away wasn’t enough for you two.”

“Apparently not.”

“Great, that makes me feel less guilty for giving him the hotel address.”

“It was you?”

She shrugged.

“You know I’ve never liked Todd.”

“Oh, sure, because Ethan is so much more suitable for me, right?” I said sarcastically.

“Judging by your current state, I’d say yes.” She laughed. “Your hair seems to agree with me.”

“Stop it.” I ran my hand through my hair, trying to fix it.

We stopped at her door, and she opened it for us.

“Come in, and tell me everything before we go out. About Todd and Ethan.”

“Go out?”

“We’re visiting the last winery today. Oh, that reminds me, you missed an amazing tour yesterday. But I’ll tell you all about it. I took some pictures.”


*


After a long chat with Anna and a generous lunch prepared by Neil and Will, we set off for our final tour at a more distant winery.

The conversation I’d had with Anna was still lingering in my mind. In short, she’d told me to send Todd straight to hell because she was worried there was a chance I might forgive him and get back with him.

She also warned me to be careful with Ethan, insisting he must like me in some way. But I didn’t have the courage to tell her about my feelings for him.

I was afraid she’d tell me to just stay away from him and that this was all crazy. Even though I knew it was true and exactly what I should do, it wasn’t what my heart wanted. And honestly, I hadn’t been using much reason these past few days.

Our afternoon was amazing, mainly because, this time, something was different. Ethan hadn’t been distant from me; quite the opposite. He took every opportunity to tease me, trying to annoy me whenever he could, whispering naughty things in my ear or making suggestive jokes.

And yes, he managed to irritate me a few times, but more than that, he managed to turn me on. I could barely pay attention to what our guide was saying most of the time.

The way he was looking at me in the late afternoon when we went down to the cellars for the tastings, almost made me drag him away to a place where we could be alone.

All his teasing throughout the afternoon felt like foreplay, torturing me little by little, and I knew I was wet at that very moment. God! The wine wasn’t helping either. I handed my glass back to the sommelier’s table and decided to explore the corridors between the rows of huge wooden barrels.

I had strayed from our group and was distractedly reading a label on one of the barrels, in one of the last rows, when I felt his presence behind me.

He stopped so close that his entire body pressed against my back. I closed my eyes, feeling his warmth and scent provoking my body. Holding my hip, he pressed his erection against my ass. Oh, God! He was so hard.

“I could say it’s the wine’s fault, increasing the testosterone in my bloodstream, but we both know it’s just because I’m near you,” he whispered in my ear.

I wanted to slide my hand between our bodies and squeeze him with my fingers, hear him moan, and feel his mouth all over my skin. Damn. I was so turned on.

“Don’t torture me,” I said, breathing heavily.

“Are you wet for me right now?” His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver through my whole body.

I took one of his hands from my hip and guided it between my legs, under my dress. “Fuck,” he growled softly, finding out I wasn’t wearing panties, just like he’d asked.

His fingers made their way between my folds, sliding easily through my wetness. I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan. “I would’ve tortured you all afternoon if I’d known. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“Naughty little thing.” He pressed against my clit.

I had to grab the fabric of his shirt to withstand the sensation without screaming. But once again, we were interrupted by Anna, calling my name, almost shouting, actually.

“Ellie?”

I pushed him away and adjusted my dress before heading back to the group.

“I’m here.” I forced a smile.

“Where’s Ethan? Let’s go up and find a place for dinner.” She asked as the group moved toward the exit.

“I thought he was here.” I shrugged.

She narrowed her eyes, making it clear she wasn’t buying it. Ethan appeared behind me.

“Come on, we’re not allowed to stay here,” she said before turning her back on us.

I started walking after her, but before I reached the exit, Ethan stopped me, pulling me into one of the corridors and pushing me against one of the barrels, my back hitting the wood.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m not a fan of quickies, especially with you, but you’ve left me no choice.” He said before lifting me, grabbing my thighs.