But she spectacularly fails to hold back her limbs when she slaps me, sending my head reeling to the side. “Fuck you, Ezra.Fuck you.”
Clenching my jaw, I touch my face as I turn to look at her, only to find her eyes lined with tears and chest heaving, as she again bites into her very distracting, very kissable lips. She noticesmy stare at them when her pupils dilate, and her tongue peeks out to wet her lips and tease me.
That does it.
That’s enough to snap the thin thread by which my sanity is hanging. “Fuck it!” I growl, and then my lips slam into hers. One second, I want to kill her, the next, fuck her.
Instead of pushing me away, her hands fist my shirt, pulling me closer. Dragging her hands upward, she pulls at the hair on my nape, her nails scratching, causing a groan to slip through my lips. Kaeli eats that groan enthusiastically with a kiss.
Fuck she kisses like her life depends on it. Or maybe mine does.
I slant my head to deepen the kiss as my tongue invades her hot mouth. She fights me for dominance with her tongue, and even though the battle is very intense, I win.
This kiss is neither sweet nor soft. This kiss is a battle of passion and need.
She whimpers when I bite into her soft lower lip, the one I’ve been dying to taste from the moment I first saw her bite on it. And it tastes better than I could ever imagine. She tastes of lavender and honey. My new favorite smell fromthis day forth.
My hands travel down her body, groping and exploring, gluing her as close to my chest as possible. When oxygen becomes a dire necessity, our lips finally part, and I attack her neck with open-mouthed kisses. She tilts her head back to grant me access with an erotic moan, “Ezra.”
The sound of my name on her lips in a breathy voice spurs me on, and I ravage her throat, licking, sucking, and biting.
I put my hand under her thigh and wrap it around my hips, putting my clothed dick right at her covered center, seeking some sort of pleasure, relief. I groan when the heat of her pussy seeps in, even through my jeans, and I grind into her. “Fuck,” I rasp as the groan reverberates through my chest.
She whimpers and moans as she continues to chant my name, “Ezra, fuck, yes. Ezra.” Her head thrown back against the wall in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut under the weight of immense and intense pleasure.
We lose sense of our surroundings, succumbing to pleasure and primal need until the voice I could live without hearing penetrates through the thick blanket of haze and lust,destroying the cocoon of our bliss.
I breathe a sigh and let my head drop on Kaeli’s tense shoulder as I mutter.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Eighteen
Kaeli
If anyone were to ask me whether or not I enjoyed Ezra’s kiss, I wouldn’t say yes in a million years.
But it doesn’t matter if I admit it or not; the truth still stands, rooted deep in my heart and soul.
That kiss.
God, that was thebestdamn kiss of my entire life. No boy has ever kissed me like Ezra Moore did.
That’s right.
Because he’s not a boy, no. He’sallman. And he kisses like one, too. He just doesn’t kiss; he sucks your soul right out of your mouth, feasting on it like you’re his last meal, swallowing you like you’re his salvation.
Just one kiss has me forgetting my entire existence and the worries brimming in my head, pulling me out of the deep hole my mind was spiraling in after that encounter in the stadium.
I’d think it was a figment of my imagination if it were the first time this happened. But that monster has been haunting me for far too long.
Even though I hate to admit it, Ezra’s lips on mine elicited an emotion in me I’m unfamiliar with. His angry, heated kiss provided me with a distraction and comfort I didn’t know I needed, yet was craving for.
One is compelled to wonder if he kisses the woman he hates like this, I don’t think the woman he loves has a choice but to surrender her entire being. She’d offer her heart on a silver platter just for one more of those.
I just might.
His tongue plunders my mouth, swallowing every whimper I emit, groaning at the taste of it. I can feel his hard length pressing into my hotcore. I chant his name like a holy prayer right from the Bible as he bucks his hips into my covered sex, providing me with the friction I so desperately need. “Ezra, fuck, yes. Ezra.”
