“We need to go,” Raph states, hanging up his call with Rami.
“Already?” Michael pouts, earning an X-rated kiss from his husband.
“Need some privacy,” Ezra says, not caring about breaking their moment.
Raph points at the bedroom door, and my boyfriend doesn’t waste time. He lifts me in his arms and carries me there. I feel like a fucking damsel again, but the sensation of his hard and warm body against mine suppresses my complaint.
He closes the door, and I find myself pinned to the wall, plastered to his chest.
“Stay in until I come back. I’ll go crazy if someone even brushes against you, today.” His hands find my butt and squeeze, making my insides tingle. My ass aches after the hot all-nighter we had. His lips are on my neck until he parts them over my shoulder, pushing the hoodie fabric away with his nose, sucking on the bite mark, nipping. His teeth release their clamp on my skin, and he kisses behind my ear with a growly, horny sound.
“If we were at the cottage, I would have told you to wait for me in bed. Only briefs on because I was going to be the one taking them off with my teeth,” he whispers erotically.
Heat rises up my neck, and butterflies awaken inside my stomach, twirling and fluttering. I must look dumb only staring, but the sudden zap of desire short-circuited the wiring in my brain. Still, I’m worried about this new lead on Nine.
Ezra lifts me with his hands under my thighs and sits back on the bed, setting me on his lap. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck.
His lips brush against mine softly for the first time, and I feel like a piece of my heart is transmigrating into his. Never to come back.
I look at his beautiful face for a long moment.
“Fuck it,” he cusses roughly, before his lips crash against my mouth. His tongue slides against mine, twirls and battles. And like every single kiss we share, it changes my fucking life. Those passionate, insatiable lips make me feel like he’d die without the taste of me.
My dick would normally be hard at this point, but the fear I’m feeling for him holds my lust down. I break the kiss and drop my forehead over his mouth.
“Why can’t I come with you?” I breathlessly ask.
He reaches up and wraps a warm hand around the back of my neck.
“Stay right here. I’ll be back soon.” He sounds final, and so frustrating.
I nod again, feeling his mouth leaving a last kiss on my forehead, before he stands up and lets me down on the bed again. His hand lingers in mine before our fingers part, and he leaves.
A few minutes pass. I bite my lower lip nervously, my hands clutching the duvet. I’ve never prayed in my life. I believe in science, not in an omnipotent god. But I feel tempted to do it now. For Ezra. For his safe return…to me.
“Are you decent?” I hear Lori’s voice before the bedroom door opens wide and he enters. “Oof, this place reeks with pheromones,” he jokes, waving his hand in the air.
A laugh bubbles through the off-kilter preoccupation.
Pink jumps on the bed. Raguel left her here since they don’t know when they’ll be back. The cat’s eyes glow in the light, as she curls up near my hip and then stares at me. I haven’t seen her in weeks. I missed her. Lori drops next to me, shaking the bed and making Pink meow with annoyance.
“If cats could text you back…they would not!” Lori jokes, giving her the stink eye. I pat her gently. She had a hard life, which made her…difficult and a little rough around the edges.
“To you, maybe. What you write is insane ninety percent of the time,” I joke back, shifting my body to the left and almost falling off the bed.
Michael stops on the room threshold. “Hungry? I’m making some crudités.”
We both shake our heads, and he deflates. Don’t want a stomachache today, but seeing his disappointed face makes me feel a little guilty.
“I finished the essay on your lecture and sent it to you,” I tell him, trying to lift his mood.
“Already? The deadline is in two weeks.”
I shrug. “I had time.” Needed to distract myself, so I did it on the drive over here.
Maybe I can keep myself busy with more studying. Because the more time that passes, the more anxious I get. Noodle suddenly jumps on my shoulder and kisses me, my sweet little cutie. This morning, we left the hamsters at Ren’s. He’ll take them to another pet shelter with the two runaway dogs, which thankfully were found. I was supposed to leave Noodle too, but Ezra told me to keep him. He said it was pointless to think about. I wanted Noodle, so I should take him. Just like he took me. His words made perfect sense.
My cat doesn’t seem to see it the same way. She hisses at the ferret and leaps off the bed.
