Page 42 of I see you Beauty

Ezra steps up to me under the pavilion and runs his hand over the back of his neck as he stops close to me.

“Don’t be jealous, Beauty. I’m all yours if you want me to be,” he replies, regaining his old self-confidence.

I snort and stand up indignantly. My head is spinning because I got up too quickly. But never mind, I will give him a piece of my mind now.

“I’ve seen how much you belong to me,” I growl, hoping I won’t lose any credibility by slurring my words.

Ezra raises an eyebrow, and his demonstrative glance over the empty bottles shows me he hasn’t missed them. But I don’t care about that either.

“I don’t think we should have this conversation when you’re drunk.” His deep voice sounds almost reproachful.

“We don’t have to talk to each other at all!” I retort snappishly and try to walk past him, but the spinning top in my head is suddenly spinning so fast and intensely that I wobble.

I threaten to lose my balance, but Ezra catches me and pulls me to his broad chest in a flash. He wraps his strong arms tightly around me, and his unmistakable scent immediately creeps back into my nose. I don’t want to, yet I can’t stop myself from briefly inhaling. It feels like coming home because he is already so familiar to me, more than he should be.

My fingers have clawed their way down his back and into his shirt. Slowly, I lift my head. Everything is still spinning there, but when our eyes meet, and I look again into that familiar and soft mix of gold and amber, everything suddenly stands completely still in my mind. My heart is pounding heavily as Ezra puts his hand on my face, and his gaze intensifies. His thumb gently caresses the corner of my mouth, and everything he touches, every spot, every cell, every goddamn molecule inside me, is stirred up by that gentle touch.

“I miss you, Beauty. I… need you,” he murmurs in that deep, sexy voice of his that I’ve missed so much without even realizing it.

Even though his words send a swarm of butterflies through my belly, I shake my head weakly and lower my gaze. The images of him taking that blonde in his bed earlier… I can’t get them out of my head, reminding me his words are a lie.

“You don’t. You showed me that earlier. You’re young, and you have your needs. I get it. You don’t want me, Ezra. You should date women your age and have fun. You’re single and…”

But I don’t get any further because Ezra suddenly grabs my chin and pushes it upwards, and not a second later, his lips are on mine.

I freeze, only to turn to wax in his hands in the next second. My arms wrap around his neck, and I return the kiss. I willingly open my mouth and eagerly welcome his tongue with mine.

“I only want you, Beauty,” he mumbles against my swollen lips, and he’s lifting me onto his hips, making me sigh softly as I feel his powerful erection between my thighs as I wrap my legs around his torso.

He turns with me, my feet knocking over the bottles on the small table, but we couldn’t care less. Ezra presses me against the pavilion’s beam as he kisses me out of my mind once again.

“I want to hear you moan. I only want to kiss you. I want to fuck only you. Just you, Beauty… Please, let me,” he murmurs softly and almost pleadingly, yet with a passion I’ve never heard in a man before. It was as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him, and it would destroy him if he couldn’t have me.

“I’m married, Ezra,” I counter with a whisper before I press my lips to his again because I can’t help myself.

I know what I’m doing is the stupidest and most wrong thing ever. A mistake! And yet, I don’t stop kissing him. My core throbs, and I can feel my wetness dampen my panties. I want him so badly that my heart almost jumps out of my chest.

But suddenly, without me being able to stop it, images of the blonde flood my head and seize all my excitement.

Gasping, I break away from him and look at him. I can feel the tears welling up, and I don’t even know where they’re coming from. It’s probably the alcohol. It’s easier to blame it on that than admit that Ezra hurt me with today’s actions.

I disengage my legs from his hips, which makes him put me back on my feet and look at me with a furrowed brow in irritation. His hand finds my cheek again, and his thumb gently strokes the corner of my mouth as before, tracing the contours of my lips as he looks at me intently.

“Beauty… I’m sorry you saw that. I… I really wanted to keep my word. Leave you alone. But… fuck, Beauty, I can’t get you out of my head. I only think about you. I can still taste you, and I go crazy almost every day because I’m so close to you, yet you’re out of my reach. I know you’re married, and I would never break up a marriage, but…”

“But what?” I hiss in warning because he’s on very thin ice here.

“But your marriage is already beyond saving, which has nothing to do with us. You’re not happy with him. He doesn’t make you happy. I can. I would lay the world at your feet every day. You deserve so much more than mediocre sex that doesn’t even consider you and your needs. You deserve more than standing at the stove waiting for your jackass of a husband to come home so he can ignore you even while you’re eating the dinner you cooked with love and blame it on his demanding job.”

During his speech, Ezra clutches my face tightly with his hands and steps a little closer to me. His gaze is directed at me as if begging me to finally open my eyes. But what he says only makes me angrier than anything else. What do you think you’re doing? Do you want to judge me and the state of my marriage?

“It’s easy to judge other people’s lives if you only look at them from the outside. You’re young, Ezra. Still so incredibly young and have no idea how life works.”

A contemptuous snort gives me pause. His expression changes entirely for a moment. Ezra lets go of me and shakes his head with an angry expression.

“Believe me, Beauty. I know what it’s like to get fucked by life. But I get it. You don’t want to get involved with me; you don’t want to trust me because your oh-so-loving husband has completely messed you up when it comes to trust. It would be best if you thought about that… I would make you the center of my attention every single day—every minute we share—Beauty. Every. Fucking. Minute!”

He shakes his head again, and a sad smile spreads across his full lips before he looks at me.

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