“It’s not gonna work,” I huff.
“Trust me, I can make it work.”
Apprehension and excitement clash in my mind. “Don’t be cocky.”
“My cock will not be involved. Promise.”
I inhale deeply, considering. Maybe this really could be the solution. I could get some relief without having to disturb the rough waters down below. Would it really hurt to try? You know, for science? Or as Joey would say,for the plot.
But… “Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”
“Why?”
“Because…” Eyes closed, I sigh. “We’re not together.”
“That didn’t stop us before.”
He’s not wrong. And now that he’s mentioned the possibility, I’m feeling desperate.
Rolling onto my back, I drag my fingers up my body, only stopping when I reach my nipples. Over the sheet, I unabashedly circle them once, then twice, eliciting pleasure that has me squirming for more.
“This is a ridiculous idea,” I mumble.
“More ridiculous than pretending to be married?”
He’s got me there.
I drag the sheet down my body before I have a chance to overthink. “Fuck it.”
When Ezra’s fingers dance across my stomach, I draw the fabric up, subtly signaling that I’m not at ease with being touched there. I haven’t let anyone touch me intimately since my weight gain.
“Millie.” He inches closer, his breath tickling the side of my neck. His birthday wish rushes back to me then.I wished you’d feel comfortable in your body again.
I grip the sheet beneath my navel, my elbow brushing against his bare chest.
He skates a hand over my right breast, sending chills across my entire upper body. “Breathe,” he commands gently.
Oh my gosh, now I understand why romance authors write lines likeShe let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
On my exhale, he flicks my erect nipple with a single digit, back and forth. Then he pauses to assess my reaction.
I nod, signaling him to continue.
He pinches, and I gasp.
He tugs, and I moan.
“Can I use my mouth?” he whispers.
Heat pools in my belly in response to the question. “Mm-hmm.”
Raising on his forearm, Ezra hovers over me and sucks my areola into his mouth. The way he flicks and nips is pure torture. All I can think is how much I wish it was my clit he was working over instead.
“Does that feel good?”
A “fuck” escapes my lips.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” The cheeky bastard grins against me, his beard tingling my already sensitive skin.
