Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Mira
Forget sleep.
All I could think about was our kiss.
My fingers touched my lips for the millionth time, slightly swollen and bruised, just enough for me to remember he kissed me. That it actually happened.
Now, as I sat here for a second day, watching him work tirelessly beneath the hot sun, my mind ran in circles.
Should I make the first move?
Should I wait for him to?
At lunch time, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed an outsider’s perspective. Kelly would know what to do.
Me: Am I a slut if I want to fuck him already?
Kelly: no. ur human. get it girl
Me: ur right why the hell not
Kelly: exactly. go have fun and report back. i would’ve fucked already...
Me: lol now who’s the slut…
Kelly:
A knock sounded on my back kitchen door and my head snapped up. I opened it and Ezra stood there holding up a lunch box. “I made us lunch today.”
“You did?” The gesture warmed my heart, and I waved him inside. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you like chicken Ceasar wraps.”
“One of my faves.”
The conversation flowed like before and after we finished eating, Ezra surprised me with dessert.
Inside his lunch box, he pulled out a white paper bag. “Have you tried the bakery in town yet? Appleridge Sweets.”
“No, not yet.”
“Ruby, the woman who owns and runs the place, makes some of the best muffins around, and she’s known for her apple cinnamon kind. I brought one for us to share.”
My mouth watered as Ezra retrieved the muffin from the bag and set it on the table. He split it and passed me one half.
The flavors exploded in my mouth with the first bite. “Mmm, it’s delicious. I’ll have to check out this bakery.”
“I know, isn’t it? Almost better than sex.” Ezra winked. “I said almost.”
My cheeks flamed hot and burned as if they were on fire. It was like I was a teenager again, with these damn hormones coursing through me.
“So, how’s it going with the orchard?” I tried to switch the subject, but it was no use. Ezra looked at me as if I was his next snack.
The corner of his mouth lifted as a sly smile spread slowly across his face. He leaned forward, entering my space and air, and my lungs constricted like I couldn’t breathe.
How did this man, this younger man, have such a damn effect on me?
Breathless, speechless, and God damn putty in his hands…
“I think we need to discuss the elephant in the room.”
“What?” I breathed.
“You know what I’m talking about. This.” Ezra pointed between him and I. “Whatever this is between us.”
“And what is between us?”
His eyes darkened and flashed with a desire so hot my body burned. “Don’t play coy with me. I want you to be mine, Mira. Now, tomorrow, a year from now, twenty years from now, forever.”
My heart pounded in my ears as my blood rushed through my veins.
“Do you want me, too?”
Ezra searched my eyes, and I couldn’t lie if I tried. He made me want to bare my soul, to wrap myself around him and never let go. “Yes.” I whispered.
Within seconds, Ezra stood and lifted me to my feet. His mouth captured mine, needy, urgent, desperate. Our hands moved all over as our kiss deepened, and I knew there was no longer any holding back.
Ezra pressed his body against mine and walked me backwards, his mouth never leaving mine, our tongues swirling together.
He lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing.
My breath hitched in my throat, his hard muscles flexing underneath my fingertips.
With his hands locked on my hips, he closed the small distant between us, pushing my legs wide open.
His face hovered mere inches from mine, so close we were practically touching, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
Fuck. I’m a desperate fool.
I should resist, but how can I?
Ezra smiled that cheeky smile of his and my core clenched, the area between my legs throbbing with need.
I was drunk on him and I only craved more. His scent of apples mixed with fresh cut grass and a hint of peppermint drove me wild. His space, his air, his presence, his everything…it was all so intoxicating. I wanted to wrap myself with it and never let go.
Ezra glided his hands down my hips, and over my thighs and back up to my waist. He lifted me in the air slightly. “Take off your pants.”
I swallowed hard before letting go of his arms and I pulled my pants down over my ass swiftly. He deposited me on the counter gently and with his lips pressed ever so slightly against my mine, he slipped one hand into my panties, his fingers sinking into my wet pussy.
“Oh, my God!” I cried out, my voice echoing around the large room as his fingers worked magic as if they were made just for me. Two plunged inside, moving in and out, while his thumb rubbed my clit and his mouth moved from my mouth to my neck, laying soft kisses and nips as he went.
I lost myself in the moment, in him, and just let go. So much tension had built in the short time of knowing him, I could no longer contain it. It exploded through me like a tsunami, my orgasm swift and intoxicating and oh so fucking good.
“What a good girl falling apart like that for me and I haven’t even taken your panties off yet.” Ezra mumbled in my ear and tingles ran through my body mixed with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
A small moan escaped my throat.
He wasted no time in undressing himself, his sweaty, sexy body on full display, and I nearly came again just from the sight. Holy shit, he belonged in a nude magazine shoot, but hell no if I was ever letting that happen.
This man was all mine now.
I stripped off my tank top and bra and Ezra dived into my breasts, pushing his face between them. He kissed the spot between them before rolling his face to one side and covering my nipple with his open mouth. He sucked on my nipple while toying with the other.
“So, fucking beautiful.” Ezra murmured against my skin.
When he brought his face up to mine, his hands cupping my breasts, he smiled lazily. “I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter. Is that okay?”
My body hummed with electricity, hot desire coursing through me once more. “Yes. Please do.”