Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Fuck.
“It’s nothing.”
I close my eyes as his fingers continue moving across the petals of the finely lined rose tattooed at the very top of my spine. A chill sweeps through me as he follows the stem lower to the words that read, “Hypothetically Yours.”
“When?” he murmurs, inching closer until his other hand grasps my waist.
“I was sixteen,” I tell him, feeling the weight of that particular day like a bullet right through the heart. “I got it as a surprise. I was planning on showing you, but . . . you broke my heart instead.”
“Rae.”
“Don’t,” I whisper, trying to shrug him off, feeling my body trembling under his touch.
I go to lift the bottle to my lips, but he reaches around me, takes it from my hands, and places it back on the edge of the pool. When his hand returns to my waist, he slowly turns me until those dark eyes are locked on mine.
He holds my stare as his fingers tighten on my waist, both of us breathing heavily as the tension around us becomes unbearable. “Ezra,” I whisper, as the pendants around his neck catch in the soft moonlight, illuminating the ‘R’ that rests right by his chest and making my heart long for something it shouldn’t want.
My gaze drops to his mouth with anticipation, and just as I suck in a deep breath, his lips crash down on mine.
A million fireworks go off in my head as I instantly sink into his kiss. My lips furiously move against his with a longing that’s been building for far too long. Our kiss from earlier at the show was barely a taste, but this is hunger. This is fire, lust, and desperation, and it’s everything I’ve needed.
His arm locks around my waist, pulling me hard against his warm body as he presses me against the edge of the pool, my back flattening against the tiles. My hand scoops around the back of his neck, holding him to me as his tongue dips into my mouth, exploring what’s always been his, what we never should have waited to do.
He grabs my ass, lifting me into his arms, and my legs instantly lock around his waist as the hunger grows more intense within me. His lips drop to my neck, working their way to the sensitive spot below my ear, and I tip my head back in ecstasy as the pleasure rocks through my body.
“God, Ezra,” I groan, clinging onto him as my fingers knot into his hair, but as I feel him grind against me and feel his sheer size hidden within his wet jeans, the desperation morphs into pure animalistic need.
I have to have him, and I have to have him now. I’ve waited too long. I need to have his hands on my body, his lips on mine as I feel the way he pushes that thick cock inside of me. I need to feel the way he works me, the way he stretches me, and fuck, I need to feel the way I come alive beneath his skilled touch.
Lowering my legs from his waist, I reach for the front of his pants, and he pauses, pulling back just an inch. “Are you sure, Rae? I can stop—”
I release the button of his jeans and pull him back in. “If you even think about stopping, I’ll kill you,” I warn as his lips crash back to mine. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
A new determination creeps in, and our kisses become a reckless, needy surrender to every desire we’ve stifled through the years.
His hands roam over my bare skin, learning the way my body has changed, committing every new curve to memory, and when his hand trails high on my thigh, I suck in a breath, more than ready.
Instead of hesitating like he would have when we were younger, he gives me exactly what I want. His hand closes over my pussy, grinding his palm against my clit as a low groan rumbles through my chest.
I get his wet jeans undone, and I don’t waste a moment, reaching in and curling my hand around his sheer size. My fingers barely close, and as my hand trails up and down his long length, feeling the piercing at the top, he shudders and drops his forehead to my shoulder. “Fuck, Rae,” he grumbles, shifting his hand until it slips inside my thong, his fingers finally against my bare skin.
I explore every inch of him, learning his body just as he does to me, and when my desperation becomes all too much, I start pulling at my thong, desperate to get it off.
Ezra helps me so that I don’t have to release him, and the moment it’s gone and discarded at the bottom of the pool, his fingers are right back at it. He finds my clit, rolling tight circles with his thumb as his fingers explore further. He pushes one inside of me, and as I tremble, he adds another.