“CC?”
I glanced up at the sound of my name to find Ezra dressed in a pair of blue panties and black stockings. His reddish-brown hair was styled just right, and his dark orbs were lined with liner. He must have used something to cover up the last of his bruises, because they were completely gone.
“I just realized you probably need to use the bathroom, too.”
My mouth moved, but nothing came out. “Uh...I...um...”
“This isn’t what I’m wearing,” he teased. “The rest of the outfit is still stashed away in my garment bag. There’s no reason we can’t get ready together.”
My throat felt dry with lust and desire. “That would be nice.”
My fingers itched to touch him, but I stopped myself. I mumbled thanks under my breath as I stepped into the room but could feel Ezra’s eyes on me as I grabbed a facecloth and soap. He smiled at me in the mirror as I quickly ran it under my arms and more-than-excited cock before I turned to face him.
“Don’t ruin my makeup.”
“You’re enjoying this too much.”
Ezra’s entire face split when he beamed at me. “Maybe more than I should.” He moved to press his lithe body against mine and eased himself up onto his toes. “If you’re this excited seeing me in just my panties, what’s going to happen when you see me all dressed up, baby?”
“You are such a tease,” I growled.
“I’m hoping it gets me fucked tonight.” Ezra dragged his tongue over my neck and up to my jaw.
My cock throbbed. “You mean that?”
We hadn’t taken that step, although we’d been close. Fingers, tongue, sure, but I hadn’t put my dick inside him yet. I had wanted it to be special. The mood right, and the timing perfect. I swallowed nervously as I stared at him, knowing that tonight was going to be all of that rolled into one.
“Pretty please with a cherry on top.” Ezra batted his lashes at me before he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I brought all the necessary supplies.”
“Since you asked so nicely, princess.” I hummed.
Ezra smiled as he took a step back. “Finish getting ready, baby.”
We finished getting ready with minimal interruptions between the two of us except for Ezra not wanting me to see him get dressed. Once I moved out of the bathroom, he shut the door again, and I quickly put on clean briefs and socks before I reached for the bag that held my tux. I had just finished putting on my jacket when I heard the sound of the door and a soft cough behind me.
When I saw Ezra, I was pretty sure time stopped moving.
The once oversized blue shirt he had shown me was now a halter top with spaghetti straps and a matching skirt, both lined with white lace. It gave you a glimpse of Ezra’s flat, toned stomach, and his waist—fuck me, that waist. I was clearly obsessed with it. It stirred something deep inside of me.
“You’re not saying anything, CC. Why aren’t you saying anything? Oh God, do you hate it?” Ezra ran a palm down the front of his stomach. “You do, don’t you? Should I have just bought something?” He rushed to the mirror at the back of the closet door. “It’s terrible. I knew it. Fuck, I can’t go dressed like this.”
I didn’t remember going to him, but when I touched his hips, and our eyes met in the mirror, I smiled. “You look beautiful, princess. You’re lovely, smashing, handsome, glamorous, perfect.”
“What, do you have a thesaurus back there or something?” Ezra teased, but the look on his face was all I needed to see.
I rested my chin on the top of his head. “I can’t wait to show everyone you’re mine.”
