“Aren’t you afraid that some wild animal will come and eat you?”
“There aren’t any wild animals out here.”
I rolled over to my side and he did the same until we were face to face. Our bodies were only inches apart. We weren’t touching, yet we were close enough that I could feel the ripple of his breath as it ghosted over my skin. He reached forward and cupped his hand around my face, tilting it so that he could better look into my eyes.
“You look incredible under the moonlight,” he murmured. “Your eyes are sparkling like one of the stars or even brighter.”
I sensed a blush coming on. “Stop it.”
“If you could see yourself through my eyes then you’d understand how beautiful you are.”
When he said the words, it was as if every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs and floated into the air. I’d been complimented before—many times—but his words felt true like he meant them and was not just saying them to get into my pants. The softness that was on his expression was different from anything I had ever experienced. With him, the burn was slower but a million times as intense. The way he looked at me made me feel desired.
“I’m having a hard time keeping my hands off of you right now,” he panted.
“You don’t have to keep your hands off of me, I’m right here.”
He leaned forward and brought his mouth to mine in the same soft, neutral way. I parted my lips beneath his to welcome his tongue into my mouth. Sighing, I tasted the sweetness of the fruits on him. His hands were on my knees and gently moved upwards, he paused at the top of my thigh.
The kiss deepened and the sensual spark turned into an explosion. His hands were inside my shirt and his warm touch was electric on my skin. As he rolled over me, my hair tumbled around my shoulders and pooled around me on the blanket. Ezra took a breath as he looked down at me, taking in all of me like he was admiring a masterpiece.
The sensation was all-consuming. It frightened me. I took my attention away from Ezra and glanced at our surroundings. Although it was dark, with the flashlights, he would see me. I recoiled. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“It’s okay.” He lowered his mouth to brush it against mine. “I told you I would wait.”
I wanted to cry for being so weak.
“We should get going anyway.” He peeled his body away from mine. There wasn’t any resentment in his voice, only kindness. “We don’t want any wild animals to attack us.”
Biting back the sadness, I stood. “I thought you said there weren’t any.”
“Did I?”
Chapter Eighteen
Ezra
Christina pulled up her hair and tied it at the top of her head. I stopped at a traffic light, glanced at her cleavage then focused back at the road. I shifted in my seat restlessly as my mind wandered to lewd places. Then I remembered her aversion when she noticed I could see her. How she thought so little of herself was beyond me. Christina was beautiful.
“What?” she said looking at her phone. “You’re staring. I can feel it.”
I hadn’t even realized I was staring. “I want to show you something else next weekend.”
“Are you my personal tour guide now?” she taunted, locking her phone. The light that was illuminating her face vanished.
“Something like that.”
I pulled up in front of her building and killed the engine. This was the dreadful part when we had to part ways. She chewed her lip. I bet she was thinking the same.
“Spend the night with me?” she blurted. Her voice was full of apprehension.
“Christina.” I ran a hand up my face. “We have a deal and I don’t want to break it. If you lock me in a dark room and take advantage of me, I won’t have the willpower to resist.”
“No asshole.” She turned to me, her eyes searching mine. “I want you to stay with me tonight. I don’t want the day to end just yet.”
I leaned towards her, held her face and slid my lips against hers. Christina reached for me, putting her small, warm palm at the back of my neck.
“Neither do I, but you have to promise me that there will be no funny business.”
“Ezra,” she moaned. “Let’s go up.”
She parted her lips and kissed me. First lightly then more urgently, her tongue in my mouth, her lips tilted against mine, her breasts pressed to my chest, sending an indisputable message.
“Let’s go up, please,” she insisted. “Don’t leave.”
She slithered her lips away from mine, moved up from my jawline to my ear. She nibbled on my earlobe whispering, “I want you as I’ve never wanted a man before. Don’t deny me this.”
Her admission made my pulse thud and desire spread throughout my body.
She took my hand and placed it on her lap, guiding it along the warm skin of her inner thigh beneath her skirt. “See how wet I am.”
I groaned, my dick pushing hard against the material of my jeans. Christina released my hand and parted her legs. I glided higher until I touched the hem of her underwear.
She was drenched.
Swiftly, she tugged my hand away and leaped over to straddle me. She pulled up her skirt allowing her to adjust comfortably on my lap. The feeling of her body on mine sent a shiver up my spine, but when she pressed her lips on my neck and softly sunk her teeth at a place, I didn’t know was this sensitive, it nearly knocked me off my senses.
I wrap my arms around her. She circled her hips over my cock and I lowered my hand to touch her luscious, round ass.
“Do you want me, Ezra?”
“You know I do.”
“Then prove it.”
“Christina, I promised you—”
“We’re not doing anything, just kissing.”
She pressed her lips against mine and I parted my own, welcoming her tongue. Her grinding grew intense, her light moans consistent and the kiss escalated to full-blown lust. Her tongue was deep in my mouth, I pulled her down applying pressure on my swelling cock. Then I slipped my hands down her knees then up again beneath her skirt, caressing her inner thigh. She squirmed and undid my button and fly, reached inside my pants and held me in her warm hand.
“Christina,” I growled. “Fuck, Christina.”
I wanted to tell her to stop but I couldn’t, I craved this contact. Tighter, she ran her hand from the tip all the way down to my base, and then up again. I glided my fingers under the lace, brushing past her clit, and she winced with a moan of pleasure.
“Keep still,” I said.
With one hand, I fisted her hair and brought her lips to mine. The more I circled my thumb on her clit the more she moved, not only her hips but her hands stroking me faster each time.
Abruptly, she unsealed our lips. Her head flopping back hitting the steering wheel and the horn blared. I chuckled and pulled her skirt up to her waist and she spread her legs even wider. I wish it wasn’t so dark.
Shifting her panties to the side, I eased two fingers inside her feeling her walls contracting. She moaned and flexed her hips forward. She was a silky perfection. I wanted to put my mouth on her and lick off her arousal but we were confined to limited space. My thumb found her clit again, she cast herself forward, buried her head on the curve of my neck. She took my cock in her hand with ferocity, pumping fast and moaning loudly. Every stroke took me higher. I increased the pressure and pressed on her clit.