I’m stiff with shock for a moment, but when my brain catches up to what’s happening, I sink into his hold. I grab his face as his arms curl around my waist, pulling me tight against him.
He doesn’t kiss me so much as he devours me, tasting my tongue with hungry licks and groaning from his enjoyment. The way he kisses me makes me feel like a delicacy he’s been starved from. He walks me backward until I hit a wall and he presses me to it, rough and demanding.
My breath catches as a brief jolt of unease threads through my mind. I pull back, breaking the kiss and resting my head against the wall behind me as I look up into his green eyes. With a single look, my unease at his roughness instantly fades.
He pants as he watches me, his body so close, I can feel him grow hard with need. His eyes study mine for a beat. “Too rough?”
“No,” I say on a breath. “Only for a second. I just needed to see your eyes.”
He smiles with such light that I swear the room brightens behind him. With a deep inhale, he presses his forehead to mine. “I’ve been watching you. I knew you’d be here tonight.”
I bite my lip. “I’ve been watching you, too.” My back arches off the wall, my body swelling with need and my breasts seeking his touch as I push against him. “Are we safe in here? How much time do we have?”
He nods, then rubs his nose against mine. “We’re safe here. My absence won’t be noticed for another forty-five minutes or so.” He tilts his hips forward, grinding his ever-growing erection against me. “An hour if we feel like pushing our luck.”
I can’t help my smile as he moves his head to nuzzle against my neck, his perfect lips spotting kisses down to my chest. “I know I should be the voice of reason here,” I say.
I feel his grin as his teeth playfully nip across my collarbone. “Nah. Don’t do that, baby.”
“I just...” I moan when he licks across the hollow of my throat. “God. I want to push my luck with you. I need you, Ezra.”
When he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes filled with desire, I feel my body slip down the wall as need clenches low in my belly and wetness puddles between my legs.
He pulls me closer with one hand gripping my waist as the other comes up to catch my cheek. The touch of his hand on my face feels like I’m home. I let my head fall into it naturally as his fingers reach back to flick across my earlobe.
“Anya.” He kisses my lips once. “I’m shaking with need for you.”
I turn my head to kiss his palm and desire takes over, directing me to stick out my tongue and lick his hand. He groans, shrinks a little, and presses me harder against the wall as he grinds his cock against my belly. I watch the way his eyes change as his need grows, a shadow falling across the green that makes them look darker and lighter all at once, though I don’t even know how that’s possible.
I like the way he looks at me.
I like the way he makes me feel when he needs me this way.
I could only ever feel this way with Ezra.
“Are you still mine?” I whisper.
I turn my head, dragging my tongue across the back of his index finger, and suck it into my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been this way with a man.
Raw and wanton.
Seductive.
Attempting to draw out his need to take me.
“Fuck,” he mutters as I wrap my fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand back so I can release his finger from my mouth with a pop before sucking on his middle finger. “I’m always fucking yours. Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” He grins.
I smile at him as I pop out his middle finger. “I’m pregnant and hormonal and sex-starved in a way I never thought possible.”
He groans. “I wanna make you come.”
I let go of his wrist and he drags his hand down my chest, wetness from where I sucked his fingers dragging along my exposed skin. He cups my breast over my dress, and I gasp as my suddenly filthy mind screams at him.
Touch me.
Don’t tease me.
Oh, God, I already need to come.
“Put your mouth on me.”
He leans in to kiss the corner of my lips, wet and languid. “Where, exactly, do you want me to put my mouth?”
I hook one finger through the metal loop at the front of his collar and yank his head down, holding his face close to mine. “Everywhere.”
I kiss him, pushing off the wall, feeling an incessant need to mold my body to his. I reach between us, fumbling to grasp his cock through his jeans before I even make a conscious decision to do it. He shoves me back hard, forcing me against the wall again, pinning me in place as he squeezes my breast.
He only breaks the kiss to whisper against my ear, “Lift your skirt, slip off your panties, and spread your legs for me, blue-eyed girl.”
I gasp at the command. I turn my head to meet his eyes, searching. I have to find my safety net there before I do what he asks. In truth, hearing him tell me what to do, knowing how much he wants me, makes my stomach clench and my clit throb with desire to be touched. Against reason, against all the life lessons I’ve learned in being a slave, I’m actually turned on by his command, by the fact that he has some plan to use my body and I’m not privy to it. This should have me running scared, even from Ezra. But when I look into his eyes, all I see is the way he wants to worship me. And if that weren’t enough, he knows me enough to reassure me. That makes me want him even more.
“I just want to make you come, baby. You’re in control. Always in control. Do you trust me?”
I don’t say yes.
I just reach for the hem of my dress and shimmy it up over my hips. I slide my panties down next, and just as I let them go to drop to the floor, Ezra lowers to his knees. He takes my panties from around my ankles, guiding me to step out of them one foot at a time.
He looks up at me as he fists my underwear in one hand, rolling some of the fabric between his fingers.
“Jesus Christ. These are soaked,” he says and I blush. “Fuck, I wish I could keep these.”
Ezra brings the bunched-up underwear to his nose and inhales, long and deep. I shudder, my spine literally quaking at the sight of it. It’s sinful the way he desires me—dirty, raw, completely, and utterly without shame—and I like it.
I want more like this.
I need this with him.
The confident, sexual woman I used to be before I met Nikolai claws her way to the surface to see Ezra like this. He makes me feel like the only woman in the world.
I spread my legs apart. “Don’t make me wait. Please.”
He pushes out a heavy breath that has a hint of a growl to it as he drops my panties on the floor, his hands splaying over my thighs. I slump against the wall with a whimper as he scoots in close and his hands wrap around to the backs of my legs. I feel another pulse of desire and a gush of wetness flow when his hands cup my ass cheeks, digging his fingers into my flesh, showing me how much he wants me.