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My heart launches into my throat. I open my mouth, then close it. I open it again, only to close it without saying anything. I thought I made myself pretty clear. I want this. I’ve wanted it for a long time.
He’s giving me an out. The third in as many minutes, but I don’t want it. Yes, I came to Brattleboro to finalize a partnership between the Beauforts and Square Construction, but with Ezra’s warning in my memory, I could have said, no. His threat has played on a loop in my head for the past five years, but the fear that it might be more than just a one-night stand is the reason I never came back. Now the need to find out has gotten to be too much. He’s become a fever in my blood that I need to flush out.
“I don’t want to do any of those things. I want you.” I finally say.
He chuckles softly. “Good choice,” he affirms and prowls toward me. I bite my lip as I watch his lean muscles ripple underhis shirt as he approaches me, trying not to imagine him naked…realizing I won’t have to for much longer.
His eyes flare, the icy blue turning the stunning shade of an interstellar cloud. I don’t realize I said it aloud until he pauses, “Interstellar cloud, huh? Still into the stars and shit?”
“Astrophysics,” I say weakly, heart thumping because he’s started to approach me again. I suck in a deep breath, but the air is saturated with his scent; it only serves to further cloud my judgment.
He brings his hand around the nape of my neck as he steps into my orbit. Goosebumps spread over my skin. I’m hyper aware of my heaving chest and labored breaths.
“I don’t know why that makes me even hotter for you. If that’s possible at this point.” His voice is deep and raspy. I shiver because the timber seems to hit me down to my core. I clamp my legs tightly together. His mouth hovers above mine, his warm breath fanning my face, setting my skin aflame as his eyes hold mine captive.
He drops a hungry glance to my mouth, and my lips part automatically. He makes no move for several tense seconds, his eyes darting again between mine…but this time in hesitation. I can see the turmoil rolling over his eyes, the slight crease between his brows as he contemplates his next action.
As a woman who usually isn’t afraid to take what she wants, the suspense is killing me, but I’ll leave this choice up to him. I guess there’s no harm in pleading my case. This moment has been five years in the making…I’m almost ready to beg him to kiss me, anything to ease this intense lust I feel for him – that I’ve always felt for him – when he mutters something like, “Fuck it,” and his mouth descends on mine.
My hands instinctively climb up his chest, over the soft material of his black dress shirt, and continue upward to sinkinto his silky, black hair. He lets out a deep groan as he deepens the kiss, his tongue hot and demanding against mine.
He turns swiftly and pushes me until my back hits the wall, never breaking the kiss. Our tongues duel, both of us trying to gain the upper hand; the challenge is my favorite kind of aphrodisiac. I break the kiss before I implode and tilt my head against the wall. He seizes the opportunity to nip at my ear lobe and then peppers kisses down my throat and over my chest.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Ezra breathes into my cleavage.
“I’m guessing just as long as I have.” He lets out a breathy laugh and glances up at me before running his tongue back up my chest and neck. I exhale heavily. Fuck, he’s killing me.
“What’s your sign?”
“Really, you want to ask that now?” He groans while nuzzling his nose behind my ear. I can feel his hard length when he presses his groin against my stomach. I momentarily lose all coherent train of thought.
I part my legs to hook one over his thigh, hearing my skirt rip in the process, but I’m too engrossed too care. I grind against his leg, the delicious sensation making me sigh. While I steal my own pleasure, he whispers in my ear, “If you must know, I’m a Leo, July 30th.” Then he whisks my body up and away from the wall, hooking both legs around his waist. I writhe against him as he walks and stumbles slightly. He seems to move even faster juggling me in his arms.
My ass hits a cool, hard surface. I pull back in time for him to push me up onto the counter of the small bar in the corner of his living room. He takes a step back to take off his shirt, revealing bronzed skin stacked with muscles.
My mouth goes dry as I take in the expanse of ink covering his chest. I had never expected him to have tattoos. His exterior image is so tailored and mirrors his sunshine personality: allperfectly pressed suits and slicked back hair. But I’m not surprised that he’s hiding such hauntingly beautiful markings on his skin when I can detect the matching feelings buried deep within his eyes.
An intricate image of a lighter, the flame lit, covers one side of his lower ribs; the flames pour over his abdomen and turn to swirls of smoke that trail up his chest. Only his arms and the area above his heart are free of ink. I’m entranced and don’t realize that I’m reaching to them until he flinches at my touch as if the contact burns him – ironic given the image.
“Do they have a meaning?” I ask under my breath, so quietly that I’m not sure he even heard me at first.
“A few,” he answers briskly, then tugs my shirt up from where it's tucked into my skirt, pulling it all the way over my head. He stares down at me, his eyes hungry. I hear a loud ripping sound as he tears my skirt the rest of the way and discards it behind him, leaving me in just my lacy bra and panties.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. His wide, surprisingly rough, palms span the skin along my sides. My hands drop to his pants; while I’m working on undoing his belt and button, he unhooks my bra in one pinch and slides the straps down my arms. Before I have a chance to remove my bra completely, his mouth is on my taut nipple. I moan, pressing into the wet kiss of his mouth by arching my back. His pants forgotten, I lean back on my palms and allow him to devour me. He moves his attention to the other breast while running a hand up my inner thigh and squeezing it almost painfully.
Remembering my task, I finally get his pants open. I’m attempting to push them down when he suddenly glances at me. “I wasn’t supposed to kiss you. I never kiss.” His voice is baffled as he stares at me through eyes that remind me of galaxies. “But I can’t seem to stop myself where you’re concerned.”
My gaze moves to his mouth…maybe it’s because it’s forbidden…but I’m suddenly so hungry for his mouth to be back on mine – to claim what he doesn’t give away to anyone else. I lick my lips. “Please.” I moan, shifting forward on the counter, my mouth seeking his.
He groans as his mouth drops to mine in a hot, wet, and hungry kiss. He parts my lips and sweeps his tongue into my mouth, devouring me…owning me. This is dangerous. Too dangerous. But I’m far from caring.
He growls into the kiss, then suddenly rears back. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he yanks me off the bar. I’m dazed as he turns me around, flattening my chest to the bar with a press of his broad palm at my back. The coldness of the marble against my flushed skin is heaven. I moan, pushing my ass back into his touch when he runs his other palm over it softly.
He bends over me, the material of his pants brushing the back of my legs as he whispers huskily into my ears, “Last chance to change your mind, bébé. Do you still want this?” There’s a sharp edge to his tone that sends shivers down my spine, causing my core to weep for him, hungrily.
I squeeze my legs together as I push my ass back into the insisting hardness of his cock. “Yes, Ezra. I need this.”
He murmurs approvingly and caresses the flesh of my ass again. He moves behind me, one hand moving to my back to hold me in place as he yanks my panties down my thighs to my ankles. I step out of them, baring myself to him.
