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“Morning scruff,” I uttered. It was so hot. So beautiful. Want to touch the morning scruff. And then, because my mind was still not working properly, I kept mumbling totally not-cool bits of randomness.
“Lips.” His looked extra plush and kissable surrounded by all that hot morning scruff.
“Golden-muscled man skin,” I said next, my gaze catching on the tops of his bare shoulders. Temptation to touch it all tingled out the ends of my fingers.
With another laugh, Ezra swooped up over me and rolled me onto my back to fit himself on top of me, his smile stretching wide and eyes dancing with amusement. It was so graceful and predatory I caught my breath, gaping up at him. His hips settled naturally between mine with the growing bulge in his boxers aligning perfectly where I wanted it most. He pressed his erection tighter against me, and his glorious golden man skin felt soft and warm and durable as it slid against mine.
A whimper escaped my lips.
His grin was slow and smug. “I’ll take that to mean you don’t mind if I stay a bit longer, then.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered, reaching up slowly to cup his scruffy cheek in my palm. “You can’t be real. Too perfect to be real.”
With his eyes still twinkling with delight, he leaned in and kissed me. And those lips. Dear God. They should come with a warning. Too hot to handle first thing in the morning. Easing closer, he opened his mouth and, bam, I groaned, sliding my body under his without realizing what I was really doing, just needing friction, more friction everywhere. He tasted good. Too good. The turd must’ve gotten up sometime recently and gargled with my mouthwash or something, because no morning breath could ever possibly taste this good.
Oh hell. What if my morning breath was atrocious? What if—
His hands came out to play, skimming up my arms, cupping my face, slipping into my hair and tearing me from any self-conscious thought I’d been trying to entertain. I arched under him forgetting about… Well, whatever I’d been thinking. His tongue disconnected with mine so he could sprinkle kisses from my lips to my jaw, then my throat. Then his touch moved on, catching on the backs of my thighs and sliding up under my night shirt.
“You are so damn soft,” he growled against my throat, the breath in his words, making my skin prickle with unceasing delight. “How are you this soft?”
“Man hands,” was all I could sigh as he used his to slip under the edge of my panties and curve over my ass.
He stopped nibbling on my collarbone so he could grin up into my eyes. “You like them?” he asked, using both his hands to squeeze a cheek each. “This feel real enough to you yet, Yellow? Or maybe I need to do this?”
He slid a finger into me from behind.
“Oh my God.” My entire body arched up, my chest bumping into his.
Ezra caught my hair with one hand and held on, forcing me to keep my neck arched back as he stroked me twice before adding a second finger. I gasped from the added pressure, squirming under him, not sure my body could handle such a blissful assault.
“I love watching your expressions when I touch you,” he purred, his voice heavy with sleep and seduction. “You always look so shocked, like you’ve never experienced pleasure before.”
Biting my lip, I slid my gaze his way. “I haven’t. Not like… Oh! Never like this.”
His smile was smug and victorious. “You definitely do my ego good.” He leaned in until his lips were a breath away from mine before adding, “It makes me want to please you more.”
I nodded dumbly. “O… Okay.”
He kissed me mid-laugh, the sensation vibrating through my mouth and tasting like pure joy. I swallowed it whole and dove my tongue in for more. I swear, this man’s mouth was magic. How he knew what my lips would enjoy the most I had no idea, but I appreciated it. I appreciated it so much.
The two fingers stroking inside me pulled free, making me grumble out a whin
y protest. And then his mouth left mine, making me scowl even more.
But he only winked as he sat upright on his knees above me. “Gotta make sure you still taste as good as you feel,” was all he said before he gathered up the hem of my nightshirt and tore it up over my head.
Which left us both stripped down to everything but underwear. My gaze crawled down his golden chest and over sculpted abs to settle on the tent sprouting from his shorts. Licking my lips, I reached out, unable to resist.
But he caught my wrist and grinned wickedly. “You first.”
A small frown puckered my brow. I thought I had been trying to go first and touch what I wanted. Except, he didn’t let me touch anything. Keeping hold of my wrist, he got control of the other and pinned them both to the bed on either side of my face before he leaned over me to pluck one of my nipples into his mouth. From then on, I decided to forgive him for taking it into his own mind who went first.
He sucked and flicked his tongue like a master, and then he gave me a long, slow, wicked lick, making me feel it pretty much everywhere I had nerve endings, and some places I didn’t even know I had nerve endings. My body writhed under him as he worked one breast and then the other, until I wished I had about five more boobs he could keep sucking.
His fingers lost their grip on my wrists so they could wander down the most sensitive inside parts of my arms, up over my shoulders, across my ribs, then dipping into my waist before latching on my hip bones. He gripped as he began to kiss his way south, slowly, methodically, expertly. He peeled my panties away until I was nothing but bare, throbbing, naked woman before him.
When his breath mixed with my pubic hair, my toes curled. I glanced at the top of his thick crop of dark hair, unable to take a proper breath just as he glanced up and met my gaze. Then he wetted his lips with his tongue and leaned forward to flick that same tongue between my legs, all while his too-blue eyes remained locked on mine.
