“No.” I don’t want to tell him, but I need to be honest. “Bobbie said something while they had me, but I don’t know if it’s true.”
“What?”
“He could have been lying,” I murmur, and he wraps his other arm around my waist. “He said that my parents are the ones who arranged it.” His body tenses. “That they made money from giving me to him.”
“What the fuck?”
“I don't know what to believe, but I’ve left it in the past.” If it’s true, I could kill them myself.
“I can find out. I’d like to say I would only do it with your permission, but I would be lying,” he grumbles, and I smile.
“I will leave it to you.” I bury my nose in his shirt. It feels nice to depend on someone else. Heath is always there for me, but my mate is different. “I enjoyed last night.”
“Baby, I loved every second,” he rasps, and I lift my head, staring at him. “I knew you needed time, and I don’t have a problem giving it to you. Hearing what you have been through shows me you are even stronger than I thought. This isn’t short-term. We belong to each other, and that will never change.”
“I feel everything with you.” I drag my fingers through his hair. “You're sexy, kind, and a little dangerous. A wicked combination.” I smirk.
“Dangerous,” he hums. “Perhaps, but never to you.”
“I know.” I glance at his lips. “Seeing you in your environment helped grow my trust in you. I loved being with you. I felt as if I was making a difference, taking back pieces of my soul through helping his victims.”
“I’m proud of you. I want you to work with me.”
“You do?” I planned to ask him, but I know he likes to work alone.
“Yes. The mask is a necessity. I’ll buy you more.”
“I liked wearing it,” I confess.
“You looked sexy as fuck in it,” he says gruffly.
“Yeah?” I breathe.
“Yeah, Foxy.”
“I’m not afraid to dress up,” I rasp.
“Good to know,” he hums.
“I don’t want you to be afraid to touch me.” He’s holding back, and I appreciate it.
“Slow, baby.” He glides his hand up my back.
“I agree, but we can speed up slightly.” I lean closer, my focus on his lips. I never kissed my dates, and the men whom I chose to share my body with, it was minimal. Kissing my mate is a sensual experience.
“Really,” he mutters, using his other hand to cup my chin. I wait, and then wonder why I’m waiting for him to make the move. So, I go for it.
I slide my hands from his hair to his jaw, spreading my fingers across his stubble. He drops his hand and cups my hips. I become the aggressor, taking what I want. Ezra reacted to my confession the way I had hoped. I know he would never hurt me the way Bobbie did. From the moment we met, my body and mind knew he was trustworthy, yet I’ve been hesitant.
The heat increases, and I roll my hips. His groan vibrates through me, and he glides his palms up my sides. His thumbs graze the sides of my breasts, and I arch my back. I have to pull away to catch a breath. He allows me a second before he takes over. The kiss becomes fast and desperate. I move my hands from his face, and slide my fingers under the top of his shirt, gripping the edge of the fabric. He’s hard, and I press against him, needing relief from the burning.
“Fuck,” he growls, jerking back. “A jaguar is walking to your door.”
“No.” I lick my lips and drop my forehead to his. “I need…”
“I know, baby.” He brushes my hair back and grips the side of my neck. “Me too.”
Haven knocks on the door.
