Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
MAURICIO
In my aroused state, I wasn’t sure if Ezra was talking about already loving me or feeling that way about me in the future. Regardless of how he meant it, I would be the luckiest man in the world to be loved by someone as amazing as him. His confident expression gave way to a nervous one, as if he feared he said something he shouldn’t. I hurried to reassure him. “I’d be honored to have your artwork there.”
Relief washed over him. “I’m the one who would be honored.” He bent down to kiss the blank canvas above my heart that I hoped he’d fill in someday. Sitting back, he turned his attention to the other side of my chest. He rubbed his finger over the first flower he encountered. “Wow, a Dutch tulip!”
If I thought him bringing up Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights was sexy, it was nothing compared to the aphrodisiac of having him recognize one of my art history flowers. “You’ve got a good eye. That’s a Viceroy yellow tulip with red striations from Ambrosius the Elder Bosschaert’s Flowers in a Glass Vase from 1609.”
He gasped when he continued his exploration and found my entwined cluster of Vincent van Gogh’s sunflower, iris, and almond blossom. I had expected Ezra to be impressed by them, but his actual reaction caught me off guard. “Marry me.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing incredulously. “What?”
The fear in his eyes was gone. Instead, he looked at me with hopeful determination as he repeated himself. “Marry me.”
“Seriously?”
It was clear that he wasn’t joking, but I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. “Very.”
“Right now?”
“It doesn’t have to be today or tomorrow. But I need you to marry me. You’re literally my dream come true. It’s like fate made us for each other.” He traced the outline of my Van Gogh iris. “This is just further proof that you’re mine.”
When everything about Ezra seemed to be magical, it was tempting to agree to his whim and see where life took us. “You’re seriously proposing to me on our first date?”
Ezra took my left hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss my ring finger. “I am. There are too many signs pointing to you as being the one to ignore. You’re perfect for me in every single way. And I’m everything you need, even though you don’t know it yet.”
“Are you?”
“I absolutely am.” He guided my hand to wrap around his straining erection, moving it in tandem with his to stroke his length. “I’d be happy to prove it to you if you have any doubts.”
His claim piqued my curiosity. “Oh, yeah? How would you do that?”
He leaned forward to brace his hands on the bed over my shoulders. “Fuck me and find out.” He lowered himself to give me a tantalizing kiss, teasing me with a hint of tongue, making me want more. “Once you come inside me to mark me as yours, you’ll have all the answers you need when you see your cum spilling out of me.”
His vivid description turned me on even more. I reached up to pull him down as I kissed him hard, moaning against his lips as our tongues battled for dominance. If he wanted to be mine, I wouldn’t hesitate to accept what he was offering. It was already apparent I’d never be satisfied with a single evening with him. Although we had known each other for such a short time, I knew with startling certainty that a lifetime of him was what I desired. It didn’t make sense, but when he was naked and on top of me, I didn’t care about that at all.
I reversed our positions as I pinned him under me on the bed. If he was serious about being mine, then I’d stop at nothing to have all of him. I’d claim every inch of him and leave no doubt in his mind that he belonged to me. Someday, we’d make it official, but for now, it would be enough to physically show him that he was all mine.