Chapter 9 #2
She moved higher. She kissed the hollow of my throat. She kissed the underside of my jaw.
I couldn't take it anymore.
My hand shot out and tangled in her hair. I pulled her head back, forcing her to look at me.
“If you keep doing that,” I said, my voice a jagged ruin, “I won’t be able to stop. And I can’t… I can’t chase you tonight. My leg won’t let me.”
She looked at me, her eyes burning with a reckless fire.
“Then don’t chase me,” she said.
She straddled my lap.
Carefully. So carefully. She kept her weight off my bad leg, settling her hips over mine. The friction was instant. I groaned, my hips bucking up involuntarily.
“Amara,” I gasped.
“I’m right here,” she whispered. She framed my face with her hands. “I’m not running. I’m staying.”
She kissed me.
It was slow. Deep. A drug I wanted to overdose on.
My hands found her waist, gripping the leather pants. I needed skin. I needed to feel her.
“The jersey,” I growled against her mouth. “Take it off.”
She sat up. She grabbed the hem of the jersey and pulled it over her head.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
I stopped breathing for the second time in five minutes.
She was perfect. pale skin, soft curves, nipples hardened by the cool air. She was beautiful in a way that made my chest ache.
“Ezra,” she whispered, seeing the look on my face. She looked suddenly shy, crossing her arms over her chest.
I reached out and pulled her arms away.
“Don’t hide,” I commanded softly. “Never hide from me.”
I cupped her breasts. They were heavy, warm. I thumbed her nipples, watching her head fall back, watching her throat arch.
She moaned, grinding down on my lap. I could feel her heat through the layers of fabric still separating us.
“I need you,” she gasped. “Ezra, please. The friction… it’s not enough.”
“My leg,” I gritted out. “I can’t… I can’t get on top.”
“You don’t have to,” she said.
She reached down and fumbled with the button of her pants. She unzipped them. She shimmied them down her hips, kicking them off.
She was wearing black lace panties. soaked.
She reached for my waistband.
My hand covered hers.
“Are you sure?” I asked. I needed to know. I needed to be absolutely certain this wasn't just adrenaline. “Amara, look at me. Are you sure?”
She looked at me. Her gaze was clear. steady.
“I’m sure,” she said. “I trust you. I want you.”
I let go of her hand.
She pushed my boxers down.
When she wrapped her hand around me, I saw stars.
She guided me to her entrance. She was wet, so wet.
She sank down.
Slowly. Inch by inch. taking me in.
I watched her face. I watched the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her lips parted in a silent O. I watched her take all of me, stretching to accommodate my size.
When she was fully seated, she let out a long, shuddering breath.
“Oh my god,” she whispered.
I gripped her hips, holding her still for a moment. I needed to adjust to the sensation of being inside her. It was tight. Warm. Perfect.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
She opened her eyes.
“You’re mine,” I said. “Right now. In this room. You are mine.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yours.”
She started to move.
It was torturously slow at first. A rocking motion that ground her clit against my pelvis. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust up into her. I had to let her set the pace. I had to let her control the depth.
But soon, the rhythm changed. The hunger took over.
She moved faster. harder. Her hands braced on my chest, her nails digging into my skin.
I met her thrusts. I couldn't help it. I bucked my hips, driving into her as deep as I could go.
“Ezra!” She screamed my name, throwing her head back.
I reached up and played with her breasts, pinching, pulling. She cried out, the pleasure overwhelming her.
“Come for me,” I growled. “Come on, baby. Let go.”
She shattered.
I felt her clamp down around me, pulsing, milking me. The sensation pushed me over the edge.
I roared, burying my face in her neck, pouring myself into her.
It went on forever. wave after wave of release, leaving me empty and filled at the same time.
When it was over, she collapsed against my chest.
We lay there for a long time, just breathing. The only sound was the wind howling outside and the beat of our hearts slowing down.
I ran my hand down her bare back.
“You okay?” I murmured into her hair.
“Mmm,” she hummed. “Better than okay. I think you healed me.”
I chuckled. “Pretty sure that’s not how anatomy works.”
She lifted her head, resting her chin on my chest. She looked sleepy, satisfied, and incredibly beautiful.
“Ezra?”
“Yeah?”
“Is the ledger balanced now?”
I looked at her. I traced the line of her jaw with my thumb.
“The ledger is gone,” I whispered. “Burned it.”
She smiled.
“Good. Because I don’t think I can do math right now.”
She curled back up against me.
“Stay,” I said. “Stay here tonight. With me.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “But we have to set an alarm. If your dad finds me naked on your sofa tomorrow, he’s going to have a stroke.”
“Let him,” I said fiercely, kissing the top of her head. “Let him try to take this away from me.”
I pulled the throw blanket over us, cocooning us in warmth.
For the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of tomorrow. I wasn't afraid of the dinner. I wasn't afraid of the future.
Because whatever happened… I had her.
And that was the only asset that mattered.