Page 105 of The Need to Know

I gave a shy smile, nodding along, knowing I more than likely would not be seeing him again. “Thank you, I had a great time as well.”

To think, I was closing the door on what was probably a sure thing to take a risk with a self-confessed commitment-phobe.

I would kick myself for it in the morning, but I allowed Gray to walk me out to my car and see me off. Once on the street, out of Room’s parking lot, I made my getaway with an inkling of regret in my stomach.

For the night, I pushed my failed date to the back of my mind as I made it over to The Millennial. I was on fire, driven wild with electric currents buzzing throughout my body as I entered the lobby. The first thing I wanted to do once I set eyes on Ezekiel was smack the Black off him for the way he’d spoken to me on the phone.

Yet, as I stood on the other side of his door after riding the elevator, all that fire bubbled over to pure nerves and anxiety.

I knocked once, leaving my fist on the door and questioning my sanity.

That single knock was all it took, because soon the door was moving, leaving my fist to fall to my side.

Ezekiel was on the other side, offering enough space for me to cross through his threshold. Dressed in a long-sleeved thermal and black pants, he didn’t look too happy to see me.

And then my anger started right back up as I marched inside past him.

“First of all, fuck you for the hickey. Second, I have every right to see who I⁠—”

My words never got out because in seconds he was taking my arm, spinning me around, and grasping my face and kissing me.

My back met the nearest wall as I let out the longest moan.

Yesss.

His body was against mine and his lips were stealing my own. Consuming me until all I could think about was him. God, it felt so good. Better than I’d ever imagined he’d feel to kiss.

All too soon his mouth was gone from mine as he lowered his attention to my throat, planting kisses there as his hands peeled the straps to my dress down.

Oh.

He trailed his tongue around his hickey and my knees buckled beneath me.

Wasting no time, Ezekiel dipped down and picked me up, going and carrying me over to his bedroom. We were in the door a minute before he whisked off my heels and tossed them to the side.

He set me on the bed and I immediately I got up on my knees and reached for his shirt.

Ezekiel swatted at my hands, and a glare in his eyes had me settling back.

He was in control.

In a blur, he’d reached back and tore his shirt off and it disappeared somewhere on the floor.

Ezekiel resumed his mission as he pushed me back and crawled up my body, making me clench my thighs together.

He peered down between us at the action and shook his head. Soon, his lips were on mine and I moaned into his mouth. I wanted this. All of this. So, so bad.

Once more he left my mouth and traveled elsewhere, his teeth grazing my skin as he did so. Slowly, painfully, Ezekiel kissed from my neck to my cleavage as he pulled my dress down from by body. I lifted my hips up to help him take it all the way off. To speed up the process of what I wanted, I reached behind myself and undid my bra and quickly flung it to the side.

The sudden air caused my nipples to pebble as I lay before Ezekiel ready for what this was, not caring about what happened after.

For a moment he stared at me, taking me in. And then he resumed his trail of kisses, starting over at my breasts. It was gradual and agonizing, bringing me to the brink, ready for a release. It was like he was a patient student, taking his time to learn my body. And I loved it.

When he reached below my belly button he paused. The silence was loud and I could feel a charge in the air.

With his eyes on me Ezekiel tore off those delicate lace panties I so meticulously picked out. The anger in his eyes told me all that I needed to know, as if it weren’t already clear: he was jealous.

“UH!” I jumped at the first contact of his lips between my thighs, of his tongue spreading me open and sweeping over me.