10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Madison
He’s holding back. I can feel the tremor in his chest and shoulders as he restrains his actions. So he isn’t rushing me?
I’ve waited my whole life to feel like this. Ezra makes me feel beautiful and special. He worries for me, and though he still has secrets, old wounds he hasn’t shared, I know that in time, he will. It’s there in every kiss and lingering touch.
My fingers are trembling as they go to the first button on my flannel shirt and slide it from the hole. His golden gaze locks on the skin being revealed and his breath audibly hitches. It’s a powerful feeling, the connection I have with this big man. I rush through the next few buttons, eager for his touch.
At the last hole, Ezra grumbles something, pushes my hands away and yanks the fabric apart, sending the last button flying. Then his hands are on me, shaping my body and cupping my breasts.
“Red looks good on you, angel. Did you wear this just for me?” He slides a finger under the shimmery cup of my bra, the touch caressing.
“Yes.” The bra and panty set was a gift to myself. A reward for making the right decision even though it was difficult and meant ending my career. It’s the first time I’ve worn it because I was saving it for a special occasion.
“Stand up. Let me see the rest.” He helps me stand, and the flannel slides off my shoulders to pool on the floor.
His regard feels like a heated caress on my skin. Everywhere he looks, my body tingles. I thought the first time I stood nearly naked in front of a man I would feel self-conscious. I’m not thin and Ezra is all muscle. All I feel is desire as he takes in my bra and the tiny matching panties.
He leans forward slowly, and right before he places a kiss over the fabric, our eyes meet. I feel that touch from my heart all the way to my core. My nipples harden and wetness floods between my legs.
His hand drops behind my knee, lifting one leg up to the couch cushion. He feathers kisses along my thigh while sliding my sock off, then follows the same process with the other side.
“Let me touch you, angel. Give me a taste of heaven.”
I reach behind my back for the clasp on the bra, breath uneven, imagining what it will feel like to have his muscled form over mine, pressing me down into a soft mattress, holding my hands over my head while he—
Cooper snorts loudly from his spot a few feet away in front of the fire.
I freeze, fingers still on the clasp.
Ezra licks his lips, then bursts out laughing. “Message received, buddy.”
I giggle with him. “Maybe we should do this without an audience.”
“I work better without one.” Ezra’s smile is big, lighting his whole face.
My heart thumps hard at the sight. I haven’t seen a full smile from him until now, and holy hell, it turns him from hot to devastating.
Without warning, he surges forward and tosses me over his shoulder, striding out of the living room.
I squeak in surprise.
Ezra chuckles and slaps my ass, hand lingering to caress the slight pain away.
“Ezra!” I grip his belt loops for balance, feeling like a sack of rice. I’ve read about this in some sexy romance novels but it is not comfortable.
He climbs the stairs two at a time, enters a room, and tosses me on a bed.
The sudden movement makes me laugh and moan at the same time. “Next time, Cooper is coming up here and we’ll stay in the living room.”
I hear the thud of boots hitting the ground, followed by fabric, then he’s crawling over me, caging me in with his muscled arms and the wall of his chest. “I like the sound of that,” he says, and places a kiss on my neck.
“Staying in the living room?”
He lowers his head to whisper in my ear. “Next time.”
Our next kiss in languid. He unhooks my bra and drops it over the edge of the bed, then lowers himself to flick at my hard nipple with his tongue.
Sensations overwhelm me as he switches to my other breast. With his other hand, he cups the side he just left, lightly pinching the tight peak.
“More,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Yes, more.”
He kisses a trail down my stomach, touching every inch. “You’re gorgeous, Madison. Every part of you, like you were made just for me.” One hand slides down over my ribs to trace the edge of my panties, then dances across the damp fabric over my core.
A flush of embarrassment that he can see my body’s response hits, but before it takes hold, I hear him hum in approval.
“So wet for me.” He presses his thumb against my core, releasing a new flood of heat.
In seconds, I’m squirming, wanting his touch a little higher where I need it most.
“Tell me what you want, Madison. Don’t be shy.” He presses his hand over my mound, fingers dragging over me.
“Touch me, ah… there.”
He pulls my panties aside, fingers delving between my folds. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. That’s it, angel. Show me what you need.”
I can barely breathe. It feels so good.
His lips capture one of my nipples again, flicking the tight bud with the hard point of his tongue while his fingers slide back and forth over my clit, pushing me higher.
“Gotta taste you,” he murmurs. He slowly pulls my panties down my legs and tosses them aside. Then he’s spreading my thighs and wedging his broad shoulders there.
The first swipe of his tongue makes me arch off the bed with a low cry. Holy hell, nothing has ever felt so good.
Ezra licks me until I’m writhing against him, practically riding his face. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let go.” He sinks a finger inside me and stops.
I squirm against him, needing relief.
He places a kiss on the top of my thigh, but otherwise doesn’t move.
I push onto one elbow. “Ezra?” His expression is one of surprise, tenderness, and something I can’t quite read.
“Have you done this before, angel?”
It’s clear he knows the truth already. I shake my head slowly, half afraid he will turn away, knowing I’m a virgin. “No.”
He presses a kiss to the top of my mound. “We can stop, if you want.”
“ No! I want this. I want you.” If I’m going to trade in my v-card, it’s going to be to someone I care about.
Ezra studies me a long moment, then kisses my inner thigh. “Had to be sure. If you change your mind—”
“I won’t.”
He chuckles, then lowers his mouth back to my core.
The pleasure is indescribable. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, when ecstasy borders on pain, he sucks my clit into his mouth and light explodes behind my eyes. Waves of heat roll over me, making my body tremble. Through it all, Ezra touches and tastes me, slowing his ministrations. Bringing me down so I can catch my breath.
He climbs up my body, brushing his mouth over my stomach, then kisses me. I taste myself on his lips, smell myself on his skin. It’s erotic in a way I never expected. And though he just made me come, I feel empty. I need him. In me. Over me. Under.
I trace the muscles of his back, following them down to the hem of his briefs. “Take these off.”
Ezra leans back and traces my cheek with the back of his fingers. Swipes his thumb over my lower lip, then skims my chin to settle his hand over my neck. It’s possessive, yet tender, and makes my blood run hot.
“Be sure.” His voice is rough. A low rumble that’s nearly a growl.
My heart warms at his command, because he’s trying to protect me in case I have any doubts. I don’t.
I push against his shoulders and he rolls onto his back. There’s a flicker of disappointment on his face, gone in an instant, but I saw it all the same. He thinks I’ve changed my mind. Instead, I reach for the waistband of his underwear and tug them down his legs.
“I’ve never been more sure, Ezra,” I say as I straddle him.
He pulls me down for a deep kiss, then captures my hips in his big palms, gently squeezing. “Feel what you do to me, angel.”
His cock is hard between my thighs and he rocks his hips up, sliding it through my wet folds. My hips begin to move in rhythm with him. “Oh god. Ezra, that feels so good.”
He slides one hand between us, swirling his thumb over my clit. Each touch makes me tremble. “Come for me again, Madison. Show me you want more.” His thumb strokes harder until I crash over the edge again. Ezra rolls me onto my back, lines his cock up, and thrusts into me.
The simultaneous pleasure and pain trigger another orgasm that whites out the world around me. All I can do is feel .
“Ezra,” I breathe, clinging to his shoulders. “Yes.”
“You’re mine, Madison. Say it,” he growls, thrusting harder.
“I’m yours.” The words echo in my body and my heart.
He slants his lips over mine and plunges into my body.
I feel him grow taut, then he’s trembling as he comes deep inside me.
After a long moment, Ezra breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. “And I’m yours.” Then he shifts to the side and tucks me against his chest, pulling the covers over us.
Sex with Ezra was everything I hoped it would be. I feel deliciously sore as I settle beside him and my heart pounds.
The elation I feel slowly fades, swamped by sadness. I’m supposed to leave in a couple days. I still have to find a place to live and another job. Even with Ezra, I know things said during sex don’t count.
As I drift off to sleep, the only thing I know for certain is that nothing has changed.