17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Sometimes I want to go back in time and punch myself in the face.
Ezra knew he should have had more control last night in the SUV. Then again back at the safe house—two more times.
And now this morning.
But Magnolia was stretched out against him, all long limbs and soft, naked breasts. Her breathing was steady, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind him waking her up…
Easing back, he slid down her body, buried his face between her legs and slowly began teasing between her folds and against her clit.
She arched languidly, digging her heels into his back as she spread wider for him. “This is a great way to wake up,” she said around a yawn. Then she jolted when he gently sucked on her clit.
He wanted to wake her up every morning like this. Or with some version of this. But that was a pipe dream. Something he knew wasn’t part of their future, but he could take right now at least. They’d already talked about birth control after that first time in the SUV and they were both clean. It had apparently been a very long time for both of them, something that shouldn’t make him so happy.
But that primal part of him was doing cartwheels because he didn’t want anyone touching her but him. Ever. He just wasn’t sure how to keep things casual, just between the two of them.
When she squeezed her thighs around his head, her moans getting louder and more urgent, he shelved all thoughts of the future and other bullshit as he brought her to release.
She tasted as sweet as the sounds she made, and when she dug her fingers into his hair, clutched onto his head, he knew she was close. It didn’t take anything at all before she was coming against his mouth, her entire body trembling as he stroked her clit through her release.
“Inside me,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep or desire, or maybe both as she reached for him.
When he went to wipe his mouth, she simply tugged him to her, kissing him with a bold, raw sensuality as she spread her legs to accommodate him.
She was so wet that he slid right inside her tight body. She sucked in a breath, just as she had last night as she adjusted to his size, but pleasure and lust filled her gaze as he began moving inside her.
And god she was tight, clenching around him so hard he had to concentrate on his control.
He moved slowly at first, as he took his time kissing along her jaw, nipping her earlobes, stroking her breasts. He wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss and suck and lose himself in her as they both found release.
The second he felt the change in her body, the quickening of her inner walls around his length, he knew she was close. He began thrusting harder, deeper, savoring the way she dug her fingernails into his ass and back as he slammed into her.
She met him stroke for stroke, her second orgasm of the morning hitting faster than he’d anticipated. So he let go of his last shred of control, coming inside her with a possessive growl as he nipped her neck, knowing he’d likely leave a mark.
In that moment he didn’t care at all because he wanted the world to know she was off-limits.
“That’s a lot better than coffee,” she murmured, stroking her fingers up and down his back in an intoxicating rhythm. Her touch was soft, gentle, damn near hypnotizing.
“No kidding.” Groaning, he eased out of her, resisted the urge to rub his release onto her thighs because he wasn’t that much of a caveman. Okay, he definitely was, but he needed to show some control.
“Ugh, I need to shower and get ready but I wish we could stay here all day.” Sighing, she shoved the tangled covers out of the way and stood.
Little beams of sunlight peeked in through the roman shades, more than enough for him to see all of her.
He groaned as well, swung his legs over the side of the bed when all he wanted to do was pull her back to him, bury himself inside her again. “I’ll grab you coffee while you’re in the shower.” He cleared his throat, tried to find the right words. “Listen…uh, I don’t think we should…necessarily tell Lucas about this or anything.”
Standing in the entry of the half-open bathroom door, sunlight bathing her in a golden light, she froze. “What?”
“I just don’t think we need to tell him or make this like…” Damn it. He struggled to find the right words. “I just want to make it clear that…” He cleared his throat again, realizing his mistake as she stared at him, her blue eyes hurt. He was mucking this all up really, really nice.
“Well, he wasn’t on my list of people to call this morning, Ezra,” she snapped. “And you’re right, we won’t make this a thing. This was just a one—or two—day thing. We’ll just call this what it is, sex.” Then she stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind her with a resounding click.
“Magnolia—”
He heard the lock on the bathroom door, then the shower start, and he froze. She was locking him out. Rightfully so.
And what the hell was he going to say anyway? There was no good way to say they should keep things casual and easy, especially when it was the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted to marry her right then and there, had always wanted that.
But that was insanity talking .
Grabbing his clothes, he dressed and hurried back to his own room. He didn’t want to lose the scent of her on him, but he showered anyway because he needed to be back in control. Needed to keep his head on straight. He’d been a fool to think they could just do casual sex.
Nothing between them had ever been casual, and throwing sex into the mix now was like throwing accelerant on an already raging bonfire.