“I missed you, too,” I breathed. “Now stop stalling and kiss me.”
“As you wish, my queen.”
Ezra
We weren’t goingto make it to the shower.
The moment our mouths touched, the walls between our minds crumbled and our emotions took over.
Kayla’s faith in me to find her.
Her annoyance with time for functioning differently down here.
Her heartfelt joy at seeing me again.
Herlove.
I drowned in every emotion, feeling them as though they were my own and returning the favor in kind. Sharing my need to find her. Sharing my irritation at the cleanup taking too long. Sharing my relief when she’d walked through that door. Sharing my love for her.
The words weren’t spoken.
But they didn’t need to be because our mouths were doing all the speaking for us.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and reveling in the silky texture of her dress.
So beautiful, I whispered.You’re so fucking beautiful, Kayla.
And here I thought I wasn’t your type,she replied, referring to the lies I’d spoken the first night we’d met.
She might not have been my type prior to my entering her home. However, the moment we’d met, she’d become my type. Myonlytype.
I proved that knowledge to her with my tongue as I engaged her in a dance of sensuality and grace.We were made for each other, Kayla.
The perfect blend of Heaven, Earth, and Hell.
Prove it, Archangel.
I grinned against her mouth as I mentally called for a dagger. I usually called for my swords, but this required a more personal touch.
She froze, obviously sensing the magic since my fingertips were still against her hip as the handle formed against my palm.Ezra…
I stepped just enough away from her to have easy access to her gown.
Then I sliced it down the middle with one powerful slash.
Her lips parted, her cheeks blossoming with a shade similar to the ruby silk falling apart around her.
“There’s a zipper on the back,” she chastised.
“Is there?” I feigned innocence. “This was easier.”
I pushed the fabric from her shoulders, causing it to spill to the floor in a fluid wave of shimmering red silk. The undergarments beneath matched, giving me pause.
She possessed the body of a siren with her natural curves and long, athletic legs. Or maybe a Succubus was a better description. Because seeing her like this had me wanting to kneel at her feet and worship her between her thighs.
Well, I had promised to use my tongue on her.
A command taunted my mouth, one that would have her climbing onto that bed and spreading her legs for me.
