Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

FIFTY-FIVE

Ethan had hit his mother. She was sitting on the couch with an ice pack on her face. Ethan had apologised, but there was an expression on her face now that reminded me of my own mothers expression when Ethan had scared her. Fear. Shock. In these modern days, men did not hit woman. In the world were Ethan had come from the gender did not matter. Survival did. If a predator snuck up behind you, you had to attack or defend back.

Derek had decided that we'd had enough of a reunion for one day and shown us to a room that we could use while we were with them, then he said that he was going to talk to their parents.

With all the tension, Ethan and I had automatically gone back to our old sleeping habits. Duvet on the floor, me laying against the wall, Ethan crowding me so that his back was to the door, the entrance and exit.

"I'm sorry, Ethan," I said quietly.

"You say that too often, Morgan," Ethan replied, brushing his lips on my head. "It is not your fault."

"But–"

"Don't," he warned. "She should not have said what she did. She should not have done what she did. And I should not have turned so quickly. None of it was your fault, Morgan. It was hers and mine so stop blaming yourself."

We were quiet for a few minutes, settling into the growing darkness. The comfort of him being with me would have made it easy to sleep if I hadn't slept on the plane.

"I didn't even know your family had money," I told him.

He nuzzled into me. "My father started Hunter Technology. He had just bought this place before I... got lost."

"I've heard of Hunter Technology, it sells one of the best security software's for computers."

"Umm..."

"Ethan, what are you doing?"

His hands were brushing the skin at my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck. I couldn't have stopped the stretch of asking for more even if I had tried. He did as I asked, brushing and stroking, moving closer. A kiss on the back of my neck and I couldn't take it any more, rolling over I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine so that my lips brushed his, a moan of encouragement came out. His kiss came more firmly, a hand at the bottom of my back pressed me more firmly into him. I felt everything from the lines of his body, the firmness, the muscles, and it all make me press harder against him, crushing my lips to him. He tasted and felt so good that I never wanted the moment to end. But all good things come to an end, in this case, it was because Theresa walked in.