I had it bad for him and I barely knew who he was.
Didn’t stop me from desperately wanting to kiss him.
Just before dinnertime, Ezra finished for the day, packing up his tools and changing into his third t-shirt of the day. He walked up the steps and onto the porch.
“Mind if I sit for a few before I go?”
I don’t want you to go.
“Of course. Have a glass of water if you’d like.”
Ezra sat beside me instead of across from me, and my stomach somersaulted through my insides. He leaned forward and picked up the water pitcher, topping my glass off before pouring some for himself. I watched his muscles flex with his every move and I shifted in my seat, my desire for him growing quickly.
He lifted the glass to his mouth and gulped the water hungrily, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Sweat and dirt left a sheen on his skin, and I wanted to taste his salty skin, his hard labor I admired all day. I pictured him in the shower, the hot water cascading over his skin, his hard form, his sexy body.
When he brought the glass down, his eyes caught mine, and he smirked. He knew exactly what I’d been doing. Fantasizing abouthim.
I shifted in my seat once more, my entire body flushing hot from head to toe.
Ezra set the glass on the table. “I got a lot done today. A few more days of hard work and we’ll have a clean slate.”
“Great.” I breathed the word. Passion flooded my brain and drained my thoughts, leaving me with nothing. All I could think about was wrapping myself around him and kissing him until I couldn’t breathe.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My gaze fell to his lips, the curve of his mouth, what it would feel like to kiss him, taste him, fall under his spell.
“Mira?”
Shit!“Yes, sorry. What were you saying?”
Ezra chuckled, and he shot me a knowing look. Once again, he knew.
“I think this might be what you were thinking about.” Ezra moved closer and his scent washed over me, sweat and grass and dirt and so damn sexy. “Correct me if I’m wrong.” He leaned forward, closing the last of the distance between us, and paused, his intense gaze moving from my eyes to my lips and back up again.
A slip of breath. A stolen moment.
A single chance.
Ezra pressed his lips to mine, grabbed the back of my head, and kissed me so hard I was a goner.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ezra
Once my lipswere on hers, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I devoured her like I’d been dreaming of, imagining, picturing since she walked onto her porch the very first time I saw her.
She tasted like the sweetest ice cream, soft, smooth, and addictive.
I let go of her head and dragged my hand down the side of her face slowly, my fingers exploring, touching,feelingher. Down past her jaw to her neck, my thumb running over the skin just below her ear lobe. She moaned into my mouth, and the sound sent me straight over the edge.
One kiss turned into two, then three. Unable to get enough of her, my tongue slid inside her mouth and met hers in a tango.
When I broke apart, her chest rose and fell quickly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half lids, and fuck, she looked sexier than she ever had before.
I bet she’ll have an even better freshly fucked face.
My breaths came in short spurts and my head felt heavy, woozy, like I’d had one too many drinks at the bar, her effect on me so fucking intoxicating I couldn’t think straight.
