Free Ethan's Song by Jan Carol

edge of it.
    "And that was a show for my benefit?" Her eyes sincerely questioned him, though she was fully aware of his meaning. "Your choice of bed clothes, that slinky robe that doesn’t cover much..." He let his eyes move down her, letting her know how he felt. "You are very determined to tease me?"
    "Tease you, Mr. Ayers?" She asked innocently enough. "May I remind you that first, you insisted that I take these rooms, against my wishes . Second, you insist that I lock the doors, which I did. Third, I was told that I needed to sleep, which was my intention to do. I see no reason to fully dress for five minutes and then pull on my night clothes. Besides," she took a deep breath, continuing, "breakfast is something I rarely eat, since I work most nights, into the wee hours of the morning." Taking a slice of crisp bacon from the plate, she smiled over the tray at him, seeing that his eyes had clouded with almost uncontrollable passion for her. She was teasing him, hoping he wouldn’t come into her room like this again, but she had the feeling it had backfired on her.
    Ethan sat up in the chair, reaching out to pick up a plate. "Each of your points have been taken into consideration." While he buttered a biscuit, he continued with the conversation, his eyes not looking at her any longer. "Where do you work, singing nights, Jenà?"
    "In night clubs, sometimes at parties." Still, his eyes didn’t leave the food in his hand. "I met Wes at one of them, and he’s the reason I’m here. Since I had a very rare cancellation, and this cruise needed extra help, I applied and got the job." Slowly she consumed the slice of bacon, then stood, pulling the covers down.
    "I assume you’ve had enough to eat?" He stood, rolling the cart out of the way.
"I have. Thank you." She answered sweetly. "I’m sure you are just as tired as I am, and would like to go to your own room?" Sitting on the bed, she pulled her legs onto the mattress, covering them with the crisp, cool sheet. She pulled the tie on her robe, not intending to take it off until he had gone.
"Not really, Jenà. I would prefer to join you." He sat on the edge of her bed, leaning over her, placing one hand on the other side of her. "It is where you would like me to be, also. Isn’t it?" His voice was very silky, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to see the lust in his. "What are you holding out for, Jenà?" His question brought her breathing to a stand still.
Pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, she was as still as could be. Slowly she resumed her breathing, though not quite as steady as it should have been, and opened her eyes to look at him. "Love." Her simple answer came in a whisper. She expected to hear laughter, but it wasn’t even in his eyes.
"I can understand that." His words came slowly. "What kind of love? There are many kinds, you know. I can tell you I love you, and honestly mean it. I truly love the things about you that I know. For two hours I listened to you sing. I love your voice. Several times I’ve had the pleasure of kissing you. I do so love the way you kiss me. You have a gorgeous body which screams at me to love you." He leaned toward her a little more. "Is this not the kind of love you want?"
"No." Jenà’s answer came softly. "It has to be the kind of love that will last longer than three weeks, longer than a year or two."
Ethan’s lips were playing havoc with her senses as they touched her throat, making their way down inside her robe. "You want me, don’t you Jenà?" His voice held the huskiness of lust.
"Yes, Ethan. You make me want you. Please leave my room." Her hands pushed at his shoulders. "Please, Ethan." She found herself kissing him as he was kissing her.
Then he was standing, looking down at her with his brown eyes devouring every inch of her that he could see. "I can’t believe how strong willed you are. Mr. Marx never stood a chance, did he?" He didn’t need to see the shake she gave her head. "Sleep well, sweet