4. Ethan

Chapter 4

Ethan

I am standing outside her hotel door room at ten till seven. I've been here for thirty minutes, but I made myself wait until now to come to her door. I can't wait any longer. I have never been so drawn to a person, and I'm not going to fight these feelings. I want Clara.

The hours we spent just walking through Positano checking out various places on both our lists of things to see and do, the time I spent talking to such an amazing woman, has made this my favorite afternoon in memory. It's a little unbelievable that two Americans found each other in an alleyway in Italy, but it will be a romantic story to tell our grandchildren someday.

I quickly knock on the door and get a little shock when it immediately opens and there she stands. Earlier, she was a knockout in a simple sundress with her hair pulled back. Now, she's wearing a short skirt and top with high heels, her hair is down and wavy, and her lips are berry red. I want to devour her. I've never been so happy to be wearing a sports coat. It's hiding the fact that the second I saw her my dick came to full attention, trying to escape and get to her.

"You are so beautiful."

She blushes, "Thank you, Ethan. You look incredibly handsome." She grabs her purse and shuts the door.

My body won't move and she's watching me with a bit of concern crossing her beautiful eyes. I need to kiss her before we continue this date. I won't be able to do anything until I feel her against me. She steps closer to me, and I wrap my arm around her waist.

"Are you okay, Ethan?" she whispers.

"I need to kiss you, angel. Is that okay?" I barely get the words out before I lean toward her. I give her just enough time to say no before my lips are on hers and I swear that a hallelujah chorus sings around us.

Clara runs her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, begging for entry. As our kisses turn more feral, my hands start their exploration. My hand glides along her rib cage, up to her breast, and I feel her hard nipple poking through the fabric of her bra and dress.

Clara pulls back from me with a moan, and I try not to grab her back. "We can't do this in the hallway, Ethan. I think we should go to dinner." A blush spreads across her face as she touches the corners of her mouth. I instantly want to kiss her again, maybe kiss her forever, but she's right.

"You're right. We need to get out of this hallway and go to dinner. I obviously can't control myself when I'm alone with you."

Clara giggles, making my whole body feel light and happy. Maybe I've found my new plan with a capital P after all – making Clara giggle and feel like the most important and desirable thing in my world every day for the rest of our lives.