Chapter 74: Tell Me It’s Not Too Late

ELLIE

Even though I was traveling first class, the bathroom was still relatively small for two people, so even standing on opposite sides, we were still too close. He was only three steps away.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, finally taking in what he was wearing: dark jeans, a white shirt, and a black jacket.

Damn. It irritated me how sexy and irresistible he was all the time. Unfortunately, Ethan Morgan didn’t just look good in a suit. Focus, Ellie, don’t forget he’s a huge bastard.

“So?” I cleared my throat. “I don’t have all day.”

“Please, I need you to consider this sincerely.”

“You’re really asking me that after everything you did?”

“I know... I know I was an idiot, Ellie. Forgive me, please, forgive me for taking so long to realize how much I want this. Forgive me for being a coward and for trying to push you away.” He paused, hesitating before continuing. “I... I was afraid. Everything I’ve been through turned me into a coward. I was afraid of what you made me feel, and then I was afraid to take the risk, afraid of not being enough, of getting hurt, and of hurting you because of it...” He admitted, his eyes tormented. “And even now, I’m still scared. But I’m here because the thought of being away from you terrifies me more than anything. I don’t want to and can’t be without you. So... if you still want me, even though I’m broken, and knowing that you deserve better, I promise I’ll do my best. So, please, tell me it’s not too late.”

I blinked, trying to process everything he’d just confessed. After everything, he was saying he wanted me? He couldn’t seriously think I’d just forgive him.

“Are you... serious?”

“Very.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

“For you.”

“So, you got on a flight to California just to tell me you changed your mind?”

“Ellie... please...”

“Do you really think I can just forget what you did?”

“I know I can’t ask that, and I know I don’t deserve it.”

“No... You can’t do this.”

“Even if it’s too late...” He stepped closer.

I shook my head, trying to stop him, but he reached for my face anyway, cupping it in his hands and looking deep into my eyes, making me feel like he could see into my soul.

“I want you to know that, even while trying to deny it and keep you at a distance, I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with you,” his eyes shone with sincerity. “Even if you are the most annoying and crazy scientist I’ve ever met. I can’t imagine myself without you anymore. I can’t stop thinking about you… Somehow, you managed to break through all the walls I built, and I can’t remember the last time I wanted something as much as I want this. As much as I want you… The truth is, I’m completely in love with you, Ellie Brown.”

My vision blurred with the tears that formed in my eyes with every word.

After all the pain and the way he had acted, I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

“Please, say something,” he said, his voice full of anguish.

“I hate you,” I blinked, trying to stop the tears.

Everything I wanted and longed for in the past days was now standing right in front of me.

“Okay, that wasn’t quite what I was expecting...”

“Shut up. You’re a complete bastard, and I hate you for hurting me so much. And even though I fought to stay away from you, I couldn’t... I... I can’t.”

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Is this...”

“I want this,” I confessed.

His lips curved into a perfect, beautiful smile. Even though I was still hurt, I could never say no because this was all I ever wanted.

“God! I really don’t deserve you.”

“You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about what I deserve but what I need. And I just need you. Not the best version of you. Just you, as you are. You don’t need to promise me anything, just be yourself, and that will be enough for me.”

“I’m not sure if I’m enough.”

“You are. You always have been. And you should never feel like you’re less than that.” I held his face in my hands. “She never deserved you,” I whispered.

He was so close now, almost pressing his body against mine. The air became heavier, and his lips were just inches from mine.

"I missed you," he whispered before leaning in, closing the gap between our bodies.

His lips covered mine with passion, becoming wilder and wilder. We were both overtaken by desire. His hands slid down my body, tracing the curve of my waist, up my ribs, and squeezing my breasts, turning me on.

"Ellie..." He pulled away, breathless.

"Yes. Now." I murmured before pulling him back, sucking his tongue.

I wanted to rip his clothes off and feel his firm skin against mine. But this would have to do. Lifting me up, he put me over the sink behind me and I helped him with his pants.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, hot and hard, making him groan as he gazed into my eyes. His hands rested on my thighs, lifting my dress and bunching it around my waist.

Then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties, gliding between my lips and finding my wetness, forcing me to pull my mouth away from his with a moan. It had only been three days, but it felt like an eternity since the last time. I gripped the fabric of his shirt with my free hand.

"Oh, God! Please..." I begged, breathless.

He nipped at my ear before whispering, "You have no idea how much I want to bury my tongue inside you right now."

"If we get caught here, I’ll say you forced me," I teased.

"Poor girl... so innocent and defenseless."

"Just do it," I said, wrapping my legs around his waist, tightening my grip on his cock. "We don’t have time," I whispered, biting his lower lip, aching to feel his hardness filling me.

His fingers continued to tease my clit, as he pulled my ass closer to the edge, abandoning me only to push my panties aside and guide his cock into my entrance. I grabbed his shoulders as he pushed inside me.

"Oh, my God..." I moaned, feeling the familiar, intense sensation of pain and immeasurable pleasure.

Our lips met again, sucking, biting, and teasing. He began moving his hips between my legs sensually.

"Fuck... I want you naked," he whispered, tugging at the fabric of my dress, exposing my shoulder.

His lips landed there, kissing and licking, trailing up my neck as I moaned with every thrust.

"I want to lick every inch of your body and fuck you in every way. It drives me crazy knowing you’re mine. Only mine," he growled, his pace quickening as he whispered through gritted teeth. "Say it..."

"What?" I asked, breathless, confused, and lost, feeling him thrust into me over and over again.

"That you're mine."

His hands tightened around my hips, pulling me even closer, making his cock go deeper. It was nearly impossible not to scream. I bit down on my lip.

"Say it!" he demanded through gritted teeth.

"I’m yours... Only yours."

"Yes," he growled, my words driving him wild. "And I’m going to fuck you in every place I’ve imagined."

Oh, God. Every thrust brought me closer, just as his words did.

Beyond all the desire and need, there was now something more than just sex, and thinking about it was enough to heat me up even more, pushing me closer to the edge. Knowing he was here for me warmed my heart, while his cock made me lose my mind.

His lips covered mine as my legs trembled in anticipation of climax.

"Come here," he said after pulling his lips away.

Placing me on the ground, he turned my body, grabbing my hips with his large hands. "Bend over," he commanded, sending a shiver down my spine.

I obeyed, leaning over the small sink. His hands pulled my hips back toward him, and he used his foot to nudge my legs apart. "Hold on," he said before I felt his cock slide back inside me.

I felt every inch of him filling me up. So deep. Filling me with pleasure. Making my eyes roll back as I let out loud moans, forcing him to cover my mouth with his hand.

"Shh..." he whispered, kissing my back as he thrust harder, non-stop, tireless and insatiable. Punishing me deliciously.

My legs were weak, and when his fingers found my clit, I knew they would give out any moment. The pleasure wiped out all my reason. I couldn’t form a coherent thought, consumed by the sensations and craving release.

His scent, his movements, his body, and his moans were embedded in me. They were the only thing on my mind.

His fingers made me whimper, moving around my clit with determination. And when my orgasm hit, during a deep and hard thrust, my legs, and brain turned to jelly.

With a few more thrusts, he came right after, biting my neck as I clenched around him.

"I’ve got you," he whispered, breathless, holding me tight as I basked in the pure ecstasy.

Oh, he really had me. In every way.

We didn’t have time to recover or savor the moment because someone knocked on the door, making us freeze. I lifted my head to look at him in panic.

"Is everything alright in there?" a woman’s voice called from outside.