“I’m accepting your proposition,” he repeated.
Sweet baby Jesus. Was this real life? I had to be dreaming, right?
I pinched myself.
Yes, it was real life.
Ezra chuckled, the sound of it vibrating through my body. “Did you just pinch yourself?”
I nodded my head. I had no words. Every single word in the English dictionary had fled my mind.
He chuckled again, hovering above me. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
I shook my head.
“I guess I’ll have to show, not tell.”
Before I could inhale my next breath his lips were on mine and he became my oxygen. My fingers tangled in the silky soft strands of his hair and I let out a small moan as his hips ground against mine.
“Are you sure?” I asked between kisses.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
He gathered me in his arms so that he was sitting on the couch and I was straddling him.
He cupped the back of my neck, holding me to him as he kissed me thoroughly.
A rush of emotions flooded my veins.
Excitement.
Lust.
Fear.
His hands moved lower, to the hem of my sweatshirt and he pulled it over my head, revealing my thin tank top. He cupped my breasts and let out a satisfied growl when he discovered I wasn’t wearing a bra.
He kissed his way down my neck and then back up.
I leaned forward to kiss him when he stood up with me gathered in his arms. My legs automatically wound around his waist and I held on tight to his neck.
“Where are we going?” I panted the words.
“To my bed. Did you really think I was going to have sex with you on the couch?”
“We’re having sex now?” The words came out as a screech.
He topped the stairs and stepped into his bedroom. “Only if you want to.”
He set me down on his bed and took a step back, waiting for me to make up my mind.
I kept running through silly thoughts in my head. Like, did I brush my teeth? What about my hair? Oh my God, did I shave?
Finally I said, fuck it, and dismissed every last one of them from my mind.
I stood up and grabbed his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. He continued to stand there, not touching me. He tilted his head to the side, waiting.
I knew he wouldn’t do anything until I gave him permission.
My palms pressed against his chest and slid down, stopping at the belt that held his jeans on his narrow hips.
“I’m not walking away,” I breathed, “this is what I want.”
“We’re really going to do this?” He asked, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Once we cross this line we can’t go back.” He stared down at me from his looming height, as if he was hoping he could intimidate me into chickening out.
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
Surprisingly, he listened.
He lowered his mouth to mine, sealing our lips together in a soul-stealing kiss.
He backed me up until the backs of my knees bumped into his mattress.
I lowered onto the bed and he followed, his body blanketing mine.
My heart beat in an out of control rhythm as his hands snaked under my tank top and he touched my bare skin.
A shiver raked my body and he smiled against my lips.
“Lift your arms,” he commanded.
I did as he asked and he pulled the tank top off, throwing it into the corner of his room.
I resisted the urge to hide my body.
I’d never been shy or self conscious before, but I suddenly felt that way.
He pulled back, his eyes skimming over my body hungrily. I shivered and Goosebumps dotted my skin.
His lips pressed lightly against my neck and he murmured, “You’re so beautiful.”
I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in. I grasped onto them, believing them because of the depth of his conviction when he spoke them.
My breath came out in a short gasp when his lips trailed between the space between my breasts and down lower. His fingers found the waistband of my sweatpants and he yanked them off forcefully like he couldn’t wait to get to what was underneath.
He grinned when he saw my underwear. “Iron Man? Really?”
“Every girl wants Tony Stark a.k.a. Robert Downey Jr. in her pants.”
He snorted. “Well, I’m the one getting into your pants so…”
“Robert was here first.” I snapped the band of my underwear.
He growled and with a sharp pull he removed them as well.
I pouted. “You better not have ripped those. They’re my favorite pair.”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised, covering my body with the heat of his as he kissed me all over.
My fingers tangled in his unruly mane of hair when his mouth found my center. “Oh God,” I panted in a long moan.
Lights sparkled behind my closed lids as his tongue swirled around and around. It had been far too long since I’d had sex and my body was overly sensitive to every stroke of his tongue and fingers. I felt like a rocket, ready to go off at any second once the right button was pushed.
“Ezra.” I panted his name like a prayer.
I felt him smile against me and his fingers crooked inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned as my orgasm hit me. My whole body shook and he held tightly to my thighs so I couldn’t get away.
He kissed his way back up my body and took my lips between his own. My heart pounded in my chest like a caged bird fighting to get free.
With shaky hands I framed his face.
“I want you inside me,” I begged. I’d been waiting for this moment for what felt like years, and now that it was here I didn’t want to wait a second longer.
“Eager, are we?” He chuckled, kissing the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“Very.”
He kissed me again, long and deep, imbedding himself on my heart and soul. I would never be the same after this, but I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to. I needed this—I needed him—more than I needed my next breath.
Once my lips were tender from his kisses he pulled away from me and stood up.
I swallowed thickly and watched as he walked the two short steps over to his bedside table and grabbed a condom.
The rush of my blood roared through my ears as it raced towards my heart.
He stood in front of me, his eyes capturing mine as he reached down and undid his belt oh-so slowly. Next, his fingers went to the button and then the sound of the zipper going down on his jeans filled the silence between us.
He reached out, grazing his fingers against my bare thigh and I shivered.
Raising a brow he stepped forward and bent down so his lips brushed my ear when he spoke. “This will change everything.”
“This changes nothing.”
Neither one of us believed my words, but both of us were too needy to back out now.
He crawled back until he towered above me once more.
I held my breath in anticipation of what was to come.
He kicked off his jeans and removed his boxer-briefs, leaving himself bare to my viewing pleasure. I licked my lips and he chuckled.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?”
I sat up and my hands landed on his chest. His skin was heated and his heart beat as fast as mine. At least I wasn’t the only one affected and we’d barely even started.
My eyes flicked down taking in the impressive length of his cock.
Gazing back up at him I said, “I like it…a lot…but don’t call me sweetheart ever again.”
He grinned and stuck the foil condom wrapper between his teeth, ripping it open. “Whatever you say…sweetheart.” He winked.
My heart stuttered and then stopped before picking up speed once more.
“Lay down.” He commanded in a soft voice.
I wasn’t one to take orders, but I listened to him.
Once I was lying down he grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He’d already put the condom on, but he didn’t push into me. Instead, he stared down at me and several emotions flashed in his dark eyes. I was terrified that he was going to back out and leave me naked and wanton on his bed, but he didn’t.