He takes a seat to my right and forces them away. “How did you feel?”
“I told you.Embarrassed.”
“No, I mean before I walked in.”
I force my chin up, and when I look at him, his nearly black eyes scorch mine. The delicate creases on the sides contradict the heat there. Instead, they give off a mature kind of comfort.
“I felt… alive. Invigorated,” I reply, embracing quiet confidence that’s trickled back into me.
“You looked spectacular.” He zeroes in on my mouth, and I can’t help but mirror him.
I lick my lips. This feels like the moment in the movie when the heroine gets kissed.
He slips a hand across my lap to the outside of my thigh, his touch hot against my skin. Internally, I cringe at the thought that there’s no cotton layer between his palm and my dimply skin. Ezra’s bare hand is touching my cellulite.I don’t even touch my cellulite.
I clutch his wrist and tug, but that only makes him cling tighter, like an anchor to the ocean floor.
“You looked so beautiful dancing.” He angles in,his nose brushing against my ear. His fingers dig into my thigh, sending shockwaves straight to my core.
I rub my legs together, desperate to stifle the ache.
What are you doing?The question leaps to my lips, but before I can force it out, he ghosts his mouth over my neck, and the words tiptoe off the edge. It’s not a kiss; he drags his skin along mine, like an artist would with a paintbrush across canvas. Only when I swallow does he kiss my pulse point. Once, twice. Then he moves to where my ear meets my jaw.
I subtly push against my pelvis with my intertwined hands, easing the throbbing in my core. Maybe it’s coincidence, or maybe Ezra notices; either way, he moves his hand from my thigh to my hands and presses, adding pressure to the desperate ache.
His lush lips rest at the side of my mouth now, and when he pushes his hand against mine again, my lips part in a silent gasp. He takes this as an invitation, and I don’t turn him away. The tip of his tongue dances across my bottom lip, then slips inside.
I pull my hands from beneath his and spread my legs just enough for him to rub against my throbbing center. With a moan, I thread my fingers through the hair at his nape and brush my thumb against the soft bristles at his jaw. I’m lost in the synchronicity with which he works his tongue in my mouth and his finger at my clit. It’s as if he’s choreographed this duet.
The pressure against my lips has me lying on my back, legs bent and feet planted wide. Ezra folds his body over mine, his erection pressing into me.Fuck. I push my hips up in approval, our mouths never breaking contact, my nipples tight and sensitive and brushing against the thin fabric of my shirt.
I flick my tongue, and he groans into my mouth, and—fuck, do we have a moaner?
The kiss intensifies, and I rock my hips faster, dry-humping him like a feral teenager.
Between my dancing and Ezra’s suffocating seal over my lips, I’m out of breath and dizzy with lust, which only intensifies the torture between my legs. I’m so close, perched on the edge of ecstasy, even though we’re both still fully dressed.
As I work the first button on his shirt, a chime comes from his pants, startling me.
“Shit.” He sits up, still straddling my body, and retrieves his phone from his pocket. “It’s the lawyer,” he says, deflating.
“Answer it.” My voice is breathy, my chest heaving.
With my body still trapped beneath his, he takes the call. Dammit. I wish I could finish myself off right now. Instead, I slide up the length of the bed and slip out to the lanai to give him privacy—and beg the fresh air to slap some sense into me. I nearly got off again, and Ezra has yet to even touch my pussy.
Several minutes later, he joins me outside. In his proximity, instant goose bumps erupt on my skin despite the eighty-five-degree weather.
“Is everything okay? With the lawyer,” I clarify. Asking if everything is okay between us is a loaded question.
“Yes, actually.” He smiles. “Kane is mine.”
My heart stutters. “What?”
“Turns out the judge is an old friend of Val’s. That may have helped the paperwork process faster. I’ve been granted guardianship.”
“Seriously?” I hug him, then quickly pull away. “What about full custody or adoption?”
“That’ll take longer, unfortunately, but the lawyer thinks the odds are in my favor so long as Rob doesn’t change his mind and step up.”
