“I can feel the heat,” he growls, moving our hands up and under the fabric.
“Mate,” I gasp.
My hand is held underneath his, and my palm presses against my clit. He glides down and guides our fingers inside me. I drop my head back, and he brushes his mouth over my ear.
“Widen your legs,” he demands, and I adjust my weight. “So good for me.”
“Ezra.” I roll my hips, needing closer. The motion increases, and my desire rises. It’s only been days, but all I’ve thought of is him. His scent wraps around me, pushing the need for him higher.
“You feel so good, baby,” he hums, biting my ear. “Meant for me.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You’re wet and hot,” he rumbles, brushing our thumbs over my clit.
My legs almost give out. “Please.” I’ve never felt so desperate for another person.
“Not yet,” he commands. “Give me your mouth.”
I turn my head, and he dips closer. He matches the rhythm of his tongue to the motion inside me, and I lock my knees. The scruff on his face rubs against me with the force of the kiss, and my body vibrates. Our plans for the night disappear. My mate makes me forget everything. The idea of him living with me is no longer scary, and I want to lock us in and never leave.
He curls our fingers, and everything turns liquid. The pull begins in my stomach and radiates through my body. Thrusting my hips, I reach back with my other hand, grasping his thigh. A low growl echoes within his chest. I pull back, sucking in a breath. He kneads my stomach, staring at me as my needs overwhelm me.
“Ezra, I’m coming,” I gasp.
“Yeah, baby. Come all over our hands,” he rumbles.
“Shit,” I moan, the orgasm rolling through me.
“Fuck.” He increases the motion, watching me fall over the edge. “I didn’t think you could be more beautiful.”
My lips part, and I don’t temper my cry. “Mate.” I close my eyes, and he slows, gliding, savoring. “Damn.” I exhale slowly. “That was fast.”
“Shit, Foxy,” he chuckles. “If anyone else heard that statement. I don’t come off well.”
I join his laughter. “I did come spectacularly." After such an intense moment, I never thought there would be laughter included.
“Yeah, you did.” He kisses my cheek.
“Are we going to be late?” I ask.
“Do I care?” He drags our hands out of my underwear. “Do you?”
“No,” I say softly, turning to face him. “I would rather do that all night.” I grin.
“Same,” he mumbles, kissing me briefly. “Although I would rather not leave my sister alone for too long.”
“I should clean up.” I bite my lip and glance down. I felt how hard he was, and feel a little bad for leaving him that way. “Do you—”
“No. I’m fine.” He threads his fingers through my hair. “Or I will be. I’ll need a minute.” He smirks.
“It doesn’t seem fair,” I murmur, gripping his jacket.
“Forever, I will remember your whimpers.”
“Shit,” I say, dropping my forehead to his chest. “I might get used to you being so perfect.”
“I hope not,” he says, and I jerk up. “If not, I’ll get to see the surprise on your face.” He drags his hand from my hair to my neck. “I’m far from perfect, but I’ll do my best with you.”
