Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Yup.” Chuckling, he pulled harder at my shirt, making the fabric stretch across my back in a way that made my cock pulse. Him naked while I was fully clothed was erotic as hell, like being seduced by a siren and going happily to my doom. His breath was hot against my cheek, making me tremble despite my best efforts to not.
“Do it already.” I intended a command, but it came out more like a breathy plea.
“In some kind of hurry?” He ghosted his lips down the stubble along my jaw. “I’ve waited long enough for this. I’m damn well gonna take my time.”
“Kept you waiting…what? All of three or four days?” I snorted.
“More like ten years.”
And then, before I could make sense of his declaration, he was kissing me. Actually, kissing was way too tame a word for the way Ezra drew me in and utterly devoured my mouth. He kissed like he was the one who’d been starving rather than me. I’d been parched for years before this moment where our lips met and my body caught fire. Every neuron blazed, heat crackling from my mouth to my fingers, which had found Ezra’s bare sides, to my feet still in my running shoes.
The shower wasn’t on yet, but steamy heat seemed to surround us as Ezra ate me alive. No hesitation or gentle get-to-know-you from him, just him holding me in place as he tongue-fucked his way into my mouth with deep forays and the occasional nip, a sort of addictive aggression I couldn’t get enough of. I was used to being in charge, but giving myself over to Ezra felt as natural as breathing.
“Oh.” I groaned on a deep exhale like I’d been waiting for exactly this. And maybe I had.
For all his urgency, his mouth was soft, an unexpected tenderness that made me cling to him. He kissed me until we were both breathless. My hamstrings shook right along with my hands and my lips were swollen, more sensitive than I could ever remember.
“Wow.” He chuckled against my lips before gently raking his teeth along my jaw. “You’re something else.”
I made an inarticulate noise because he was talking instead of kissing, and he laughed.
“Look at you. You’re wound so tight, most people probably never guess at the tiger you’re hiding.”
“Tiger, huh?” I bumped my hips forward to make him laugh and find relief for my aching cock. The reminder that I was clothed and he was not made me groan, pleasure and frustration mingling.
“Overdressed tiger.” He yanked at my shirt, pulling it off with my assistance before I shoved my shorts and boxers down together.
“Fuck.” I cursed softly when I had to kick off my sneakers to get free of the shorts.
“Soon.” Winking at me, he crossed the room to turn on the shower, which was huge with two heads.
“Better be.”
“Coming?” He beckoned me closer with a crooked finger before slipping into the shower.
“Oh wow.” I groaned at how good the hot water felt on my tired muscles.
“Indeed.” Ezra gave me a pointed look, eyes raking over me. “Damn. Talk about proof dreams really do come true.”
“What? I like working out. That’s all.” My skin heated from his praise more than the water cascading over us from both ends of the shower.
“Well, God bless your regular gym.” Chuckling, he pulled me close for another ravenous kiss. And fuck, the unparalleled pleasure of our naked, slippery bodies meeting was almost too much for me. He was hard against me—chest, abs, that tasty cock, every point of contact a new layer of sensation. But his mouth remained soft and lush, even as he took possession of my lips and tongue. I wasn’t used to his level of aggression, but hell if I didn’t like it.
Still kissing me, he fumbled for the complimentary shower gel and started soaping my arms in between long, drugging kisses.
“You don’t have to wash me.” My teeth dug into my still-sensitive lower lip.
“Oh, yes, I do.” He raked his soapy fingers down my chest. “Trust me, my teenage self would never forgive me for passing up this opportunity.”
“Is that what this is?” I frowned even as I arched toward his touch. His comments were starting to make a little more sense. Had he noticed me when he was younger? I honestly wasn’t sure why he would, seeing how he’d been surrounded by the glittery Hollywood teen scene. But maybe I’d been some sort of novelty. “Checking off a wishlist item?”
“If only.” He kissed me hard and deep before I could question him further. And his hands seemed to be everywhere all at once, so no way could I conduct any sort of interrogation. The sole thing I could do was stand there and feel.
His hands, firm and powerful.
His mouth, urgent and demanding.
His body, strong and unyielding.