Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
EZRA
I help Violet into my truck, and wave my hand in front of her face to make sure she can’t see me behind her blindfold. I know she can’t because I tested it out myself. But I still have to make sure. I put my truck in reverse and back out of the driveway.
“Why can’t you tell me where you’re taking me?”
“What’s the fun in that?”
She moves her head from side to side as if she’s taking in the scenery outside, which is pointless because she can’t see.
I’ve been holding onto this idea since the day the bakery became officially hers.
I wanted it to be perfect for her, a nice surprise for her and her bakery.
My stomach flips with nerves and a mix of excitement.
Every time I imagine her reaction, my heart speeds up a little.
I sat at the bakery all day to ensure everything was perfect. I just hope she likes it.
I pull into the parking lot, right in front of the bakery. I turn my truck off, and the hum of my engine quiets.
“Are we here?” she asks, her head shifting around as she tries to see.
“Yes, stay here. I’m going to get you out of the truck,” I say, sliding out of the truck and going to her side. I grab her hand as she slides out. The crisp cool air hits her, making her body shiver. I let her know there’s a step as I help her up onto the curb. “Okay, are you ready?”
“Yes,” she answers hesitantly.
I let out a slow exhale, my hands trembling as nerves shoot through me.
I reach up to untie her blindfold. Her eyes flutter open, and I can see the initial confusion in her as she takes in her bakery in front of her.
She stares straight ahead, brows knitting together.
Then, slowly, her gaze shifts above. Her eyes land on the sign.
“Violet’s Bakery,” it reads, with a rolling pin between a cake and a cupcake, surrounded by flowers.
Her eyes widen and her lips part as she takes in the sign I got for her.
She gasps, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock.
Seeing her face light up makes every ounce of nerves worth it. My heart swells knowing this makes her happy.
She shifts her body towards me so quickly and swings her arms around me, almost knocking me backwards. “I love it, Ezra. Thank you so much.”
I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tighter. “You’re welcome.”
“When did you do this?”
“Today.”
Her eyes narrow. “How did you know I wouldn’t be here?”
“You said you were behind on your regular orders and would be baking all day. When I saw you baking at the house this morning, I figured I had time.”
“You’re sneaky.”
“I’m glad you’re surprised because I’ve had nerves running through my body all day worried you’d come by while it was being installed.”
She giggles, and it’s the best happy giggle I’ve heard from her in a while. It makes my chest ache in the best way. We both face the front of the bakery. My arm wraps around her waist, shielding her from the cold chill that blows our way.
“I can’t believe it. It’s beautiful. It’s more than I could’ve ever expected.”
“I’m happy you like it.”
She turns in my arms and lays a kiss on my lips.
The moment we walk through the house, Violet’s back is to me.
Before she steps any further, I wrap my hands around her waist and draw her in.
She gasps the minute her back hits my chest. I lower my head, brushing soft kisses against her neck.
She tilts her head, opening her neck up for me, like she always has.
The smell of her soft vanilla skin, so sweet and warm, intoxicates me in ways I’ve never felt before.
“Mmm,” she moans, wrapping her hands around mine.
She’s been so busy these past couple of weeks since she started working on getting the bakery opened.
She’s up bright and early to head over there and comes walking back into the house at nightfall.
I’ve missed the warmth of her body against mine.
The soft sounds of her moans. Even the simple conversation we have before we end our night.
Little things I never thought mattered so much until her.
I look forward to these things the most, every day.
I can feel the tension in her shoulders slowly relax with my kisses. She leans further into me, sinking her body into mine. The warmth of her body grounds me.
“Hey,” I whisper in her ear, my voice low. “I’ve missed you.”
She lets out a soft moan. “I’ve missed you more.”
“That’s not possible,” I murmur against her neck.
I turn her to face me; her eyes meet mine. A strand of hair lies against her flushed face. Neither of us speak. I brush my thumb against her cheek as she closes her eyes and leans into my touch.
I lower my head, tilting her chin up. She meets me halfway, and our lips touch. My heart races as our tongues collide and our kiss deepens.
She wraps her arms around my neck as I scoop her up into my arms and place her on the kitchen island. Surprisingly, the island is just the right height for me to reach her center. I push my throbbing cock against her as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer to her.
Our breaths mingle together, hot and heavy and full of need. Our longing for each other intensifies, as if we haven’t been together in years. Although we waited years for each other, it was always there, hidden deep down, even if we didn’t know it.
Her hands run up my arms, grabbing at my shoulders, pulling me closer to her like she’s starving for me. We part lips as we both throw our shirts off aggressively, like we can’t be apart a second longer.
“Ezra, I want you.”
That does it for me. Her words, mixed with her fingers at my belt, ignite something feral in me.
I can no longer hold back. She shatters my sense of control.
My hands roam her back, unclasping her bra.
Her breasts spring free. As her back arches, she gives me free rein over her chest. I nibble on one nipple as I grasp the other.
Her moans grow louder, and I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her. I strip my pants off so quickly my penis springs out against her center. I grab at her pants and throw them off so fast her eyes grow wide.
I find her lips again, kissing her deeply. Her hands find my lower back as she pushes me inside of her. Both of us gasp, and her head falls back.
I thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, letting her adjust, but feeling her heat makes it hard to hold back. I pull out slowly and thrust right back in hard. A loud moan escapes her lips.
I tighten my fingers around her hips, holding her close. Her hands find their way to my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.
“Ezra, faster.”
She wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper in. A loud groan erupts from my throat. I lose all restraint and drive into her, letting our tension build with each hard stroke.
Her moans grow louder as they echo through my ears. It’s all so consuming. She consumes me. I can feel her walls pulsing around me, squeezing me tighter with each thrust, pulling her closer to the edge.
Her breaths turn ragged and uneven; her head drops back and her hair brushes against the counter.
She bites her lip and moans my name.
And it’s enough to throw me over the edge. Every nerve in my body screams to be released. I grip her hips harder as I lean down and press my lips against her. The heat between us burns hotter until we both shatter against each other.
My forehead is pressed against her neck as we both catch our breaths.
“Why do we always end up having sex everywhere but the bedroom?” she asks, breaking the silence that hums through the aftermath.
I lift my body off of her, gazing down at her as she props herself up on her elbows.
“I don’t know where else to do it because I don’t want to do it anywhere you two have done it.”
“Oh,” she says, trailing her eyes away from me.
It’s been getting harder living here knowing that she shared this place with someone else.
I knew it before I moved in, but it’s getting harder with each day our relationship grows.
I want our own space. Our own memories. It’s not the same when you’re tiptoeing around a house she shared with someone else.
“I wouldn’t let us do it in a place I’ve done it before.”
My stomach stops twitching knowing they at least didn’t do it here on the counter. I took my chances on this one because I missed her so much.
“Do you think you’ll move out of here?” I ask. I don’t want to rush her or push her into something if she’s not ready, but with how hard it’s getting for me, I want to know where her head is at.
“Oh, of course. It’s just been hard with everything that is going on.”
“I understand,” I say, wrapping her in a hug, her warm bare chest hitting mine. I plant a kiss on her head. “It would be nice for us to have our own space with our own memories.”
Her eyes lift to mine and there’s so much light in them when she looks at me.