It’s something and you better fucking believe I’ll let her have me until she falls for me. Then I’ll be able to keep her as mine.
I brush my nose against hers and her body shudders. “You took photos of me,” I rasp the words, my breath fanning over her lips. “Now you’re blushing. I wonder if it’s because of the photos or if there’s another reason. Like,” I pause as if I’m considering my next words, “maybe you’ve looked at my photos and buried your fingers inside your pretty pussy.”
My words are pure sin and Ezra gasps and jerks in my arms. I hold her steady and when she doesn’t step away from me, one hand slides around her hip to hold her against me as the other cups the back of her head. Her body relaxes into my hold. The trust she’s put in me, the way she surrenders, has my cock leaking in my fucking boxers.
Damn it.
I’m not some fucking teenager copping a feel for the first time. But this woman does something to me I can’t explain. I crave more of it, and I have a feeling I’ll never get enough of her or this feeling.
Her eyes search mine. I’m not entirely sure what she’s looking for, but I can admit that I hope she finds it.
“There’s something you don’t know,” the words tumble from me, and her eyebrows pull together in question and confusion. “You might have taken some photos of me, but I’ve been keeping an eye on you for years, Ezra.”
“What?” She exhales the question more than asks it, but I don’t see fear in her eyes.
“I told myself it was because of who your dad is,” I admit. Something like resignation steals some of the light from her eyes and I find myself shaking my head slowly, the words falling from my lips as a confession, “But that was bullshit. It was you. You capture the light wherever you go and I’ve only been able to catch glimpses from a distance.”
“You’ve been keeping an eye on me?”
One side of my mouth curls up. “Yeah,” I say it casually, like it’s silly for anything else to be the answer. “Usually, you slipaway before I can get a good look, before I can even see what shirt you’re wearing,” I tease her.
A laugh tumbles from her lips. “Ryker,” there’s censorship in her tone.
“What?” I glance down at her lips. “It’s true. You have damn good shirts, Teach. I get a kick out of them.”
She glances down at her take on history repeating itself and looks back up at me with the sweetest smile on her face.
“I should probably tell you not to stalk people,” her nose scrunches up adorably with her words.
“I’m not sure I would refer to it as stalking. I keep an eye on a lot of people,” I admit and her face falls slightly, “it’s part of the job description, but with you it was always different. No matter the reasons I made up in my head.”
“Shut up,” she mutters before pulling me down to her while tipping up on her tiptoes.
This time she kisses me.
The press of her lips is tentative at first, like she’s asking a question she’s not sure she wants to know the answer to yet. But then she sighs and it’s like something breaks inside of her. When her tongue slides along my bottom lip, asking for entrance instead of taking, my fingers tighten their grip on her and I take over.
I kiss her slowly and savor her taste. We explore each other and my knees buckle a little when she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. The giggle that comes out of her shouldn’t be sexy, but I don’t think I’ve heard anything hotter.
“Ryker,” she moans.
I was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
Hottest sound so fucking far.
My cock throbs behind the fly of my jeans and she grinds her body against mine. The way she gasps tells me she can feel just how much I want her.
“I want you, Ezra,” I growl against her lips.
She pulls back and looks up at me her hands sliding over my shoulders and then down my chest. I don’t even try to stop the way I shudder with her touch.
“If you let me have you,” the words feel like they’re being ripped out of me, “you better be ready, because you’ll be mine for as long as this lasts. I don’t share and I won’t fucking stray either,” my voice is firm.
What I don’t tell her is that I’m fairly sure as ‘long as this lasts’ will be until death takes us. I don’t think she’s ready to hear that and she shouldn’t be. Fuck; I don’t think I’m ready to say those words.
I’m also not going to play games and hide my intentions.
