That’s how many seconds it takes for him to answer me.
“Because he’s not me.”
And then Ezra Rawlings is kissing me.
Chapter Thirteen
Ezra
She tastes like pears and peaches, and all it does is make me like my favorite cider even more than I already do.
She’s just as soft as she was before, maybe even a little softer, as I slide my hands through her hair, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her closer because I have to. I want to feel her against me. No, Ineedto feel her against me.
Summer must feel the same way, because her fists grip my shirt, holding me to her as our lips move together like they’ve done this dance a hundred times before when they haven’t. It’s only been once, and my hip ruined it. It already takes so much from me. I refuse to let it spoil this too.
I swipe my tongue against her lips, and she moans, opening for me, and I don’t dare waste the opportunity. I lick inside her mouth, tasting every inch of her as our tongues slide together in a frenzy.
Fuck, this is good. Almosttoogood.
No, that’s not possible.
I slip my hands through her hair, which I’ve been wanting to touch since the moment I saw her sitting in the sheriff’s station. I wanted to know if it’s as soft as it looks, and it is. The slightly wavy brown locks feel like fucking silk beneath my fingertips.
It’s incredible.She’sincredible.
Suddenly she pulls away, and I want to curse at the loss of her.
“Ezra ...” she says through strangled breaths. Her chest is moving up and down so fast that if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she just skated all two hundred feet of a rink and back again. “What are we doing?”
“We’re kissing.” I press my lips to hers again.
She laughs, pulling away once more. She rests her forehead against my chin, still gulping in air. “I ... I know that. I mean ... we can’t, right?”
“No,” I agree. “We can’t. You’re my employee. This is definitely against the rules.”
“It is. We should stop.”
“We should.”
But I don’t take my hands off her. If anything, I hold her tighter. I drag her closer.
“Ezra ...” I think it’s supposed to sound like a refusal, but it comes out as a plea, and I’m not about to deny her anything.
I couldn’t if I tried.
I just kiss her again, and she sinks into me.
I slide my hands under her ass and lift her into my arms. My hip pinches, but I ignore it as I spin us around, setting her on the counter and stepping between her thighs.
She lets out a soft gasp, and I swallow the sound with my mouth.
I kiss her softly, then hard and soft once more, just because I can. I can’t get enough. It’s like I’m addicted to her, and I’ve only just begun.
Her hands slide into my hair, and I groan at the touch. I can’t remember the last time someone had their hands on me like this. Maybe two years ago? More? I don’t know, but fuck, it feels fantastic.
I pull my lips from hers and kiss across her jaw right up to her ear, then back again just because I can. I do it on the other side, wantingto taste every inch of her, then trail my way down her neck. She moans when I press my lips against her throat, her nails scratching against my scalp in the most delicious fashion.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she says through labored breaths.
