Page 20 of I see you Beauty

As he slowly moves, I step back and shake my head firmly.

“Don’t!” I use my voice to stop him from coming any closer.

He pauses briefly and looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed. Ezra seems to think for a moment, but then he moves closer to me again.

“Ezra, you can’t do that! I’m married,” I remind him again and try to talk some sense into him because I can see it in his expression. He wants to do something we will both regret.

“I know,” he replies, just as he did the other day in the garden shed, and continues to stare at me like a wolf at its prey.

I keep backing away from him, walking backward, while he continues to come toward me, gradually catching up with me. His expression remains a mystery to me, as do his thoughts. I can’t read anything from his eyes.

I shake my head slightly, but the lump in my throat that forms as I bump my back against one of the lockers prevents me from verbally stopping him from getting any closer to me.

He steps close to me, leans down toward me, puts one hand on my cheek, the other slides down my neck, and his eyes darken.

“Ezra,” I breathe, but his soft lips collide with mine, and I freeze.

A thousand and one thoughts run through my head until his tongue suddenly nudges against my lips and asks for entrance—stopping my thoughts from spiraling out of control. Everything is completely silent. Almost peaceful. It’s just him and me. His lips are on mine. His thumb is tenderly stroking my cheek, and his rough fingers on the back of my neck, still holding me captive.

It’s all a contradiction, just like us. This can’t happen, but the thought keeps getting quieter and quieter in my mind. His kisses feel too good. It feels too good to finally allow his closeness. To finally taste him. To finally feel those goddamn lips on mine.

Ezra presses my whole body against the locker in my back and enters my mouth with his tongue. Yet, there’s a boundary we can’t ignore because we’ve already gone way too far. And yet, I want nothing more right now than for Ezra to lift me onto his hips. I want to wrap my legs and arms around his body and him to fuck me here and now against the locker. God!

“Stop!” I gasp, releasing myself from his lips. I can’t do this!

Breathing heavily, Ezra pauses and looks deep into my eyes. His unique, beautiful golden eyes captivate me again, but I must be strong now. Be sensible.

“I want you, Beauty!” he growls in his sexy voice against my swollen lips and plants another breathy kiss on me. Why would you say that?

His words hit me like a freight train and tear me apart, because that’s all I ever wanted. To be the center of a man’s primal needs, yet, once again, reason prevails. Once again, I do precisely what is demanded of me and not what I actually want. So I lay my hand on his chest and push him slightly away. His lips leave mine, and I immediately feel utterly empty after our mouths have parted.

“I can’t do this,” I whisper, closing my eyelids and letting my forehead sink against his chest to breathe his familiar scent one last time and memorize it.

“You can’t, or you won’t?” Ezra asks me, and I can hear the disappointed undertone.

I shake my head slightly because I don’t want to say the following words, but I must.

“Please let me go now and please… leave me alone from now on…”

I still have my eyes closed because I can’t look at him after I’ve said those words. They hurt me because that’s not what I want. Even though Ezra and I hardly know each other, we’ve barely spoken to each other. I feel… alive when I’m with him. Yes, that word is pretty accurate because Ezra… sees me. Even with all my feelings and the baggage I carry, he wants me. He is interested in me. He really sees me.

Nevertheless, I must end this at this point. We’ve already gone too far. We can’t go on like this. I have already strayed from the right path—and now I have to find my way back to my life and family before I lose myself in the gloomy forest of my unfulfilled desire.

“Look at me,” he demands, yet his voice remains gentle, not harsh or bossy like I’m used to from Thomas.

My eyelids open slowly, and I look at him. His expression is stern, his lips are drawn into a thin line, and his gaze is focused intently on me.

“Repeat that when you look me in the eye, and I’ll accept it. If that’s what you really want.”

His words echo inside me and send me into a frenzy. Because I don’t want to repeat those terrible words, the words that will banish him from my life forever, and yet I know I have no choice but to do just that.

I breathe deeply through my nose to gather strength and say the all-encompassing words.

“Ezra, please…”

But the door opens behind us before I can finish the sentence that would have ended everything.

“Cora?” I hear Kelly’s voice.

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