Page 66 of I see you Beauty

“No. It’s fine. It’s just… you’re right. But sometimes, one person wants it more than the other. Thomas…” I leave it there because it still hurts too much that Thomas practically forced me to get an IUD to prevent us from having more children.

Thomas loves June and would be a great father if he could better control his perfectionism and controlling side. But after all these years, I still can’t quite understand why Thomas never wanted more children with me.

Ezra nods knowingly and, thankfully, lets it go. Instead, he picks up the bottle again and refills our glasses. The sun has almost completely set, and I realize that not bringing a jacket might not have been the best idea. Although the previous nights were pleasantly warm, tonight I’m feeling cold as the wind has shifted, bringing in a fresh, chilly breeze. Clouds push themselves in front of the setting sun and quickly turn the sky dark. Nevertheless, the lanterns behind us at the side of the road still provide enough light for us to see each other.

Shivering, I rub one hand over my arm and take a sip. Alcohol is known to warm you up from the inside, even if it’s a misconception, but I tell myself that I’m not so cold.

“Here,” comes Ezra’s voice, and he hangs his leather jacket around my shoulders.

My gaze shifts to him, noticing how he looks unexpectedly sharp in his white button-down shirt, a stark contrast to his usual laid-back style. I’m used to seeing him in tracksuit bottoms, usually shirtless. The fact that he put on a nice shirt just for our date stirs something in me.

“Thank you. That’s very nice of you,” I reply with a smile and pull his jacket a little tighter around my body.

I still can’t take my eyes off him, and the thin fabric that stretches so tightly yet perfectly around his muscular body emphasizes it even more. The sleeves of his shirt stretch a little when he moves, showing off his muscles. I can feel the heat flowing through my body, which is why I lower my gaze to regain some order in my thoughts.

But as soon as I lower my head, the scent of wood, leather, and aftershave creeps into my nose from his jacket and immediately envelops me again. I love his scent and would love to inhale a deep breath of it if it didn’t look so strange to bury my nose in the leather and smell it now. So, I suppress the impulse and follow another one instead…

Chapter Forty-Eight

Without thinking about it, I lean over and kiss him softly. Ezra returns it and puts a hand on my cheek. Our tongues meet, and the heat shoots between my legs, quickening my pulse.

But as our kiss intensifies, Ezra slowly pulls away and smiles wickedly at me.

“Is that it for the getting-to-know-you lesson?” he jokes, taking another sip.

“I’m getting to know you, bit by bit,” I reply, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back toward me.

Grinning, his lips meet mine again, and we pick up where we left off. I don’t want to talk or ask any more questions now. He makes me laugh because I know everything I need to know about Ezra. I feel good, free, desirable, and incredibly sexy by his side as if I could hold my own next to all his young sexual partners. After all, he has prepared this date for me and not for one of them. But suddenly, something pops into my head at the thought, and I breathlessly interrupt our kiss.

“So we’re going to keep talking after all?” he asks, panting, already wanting to grab the back of my neck again to pull me back to his lips.

I release myself from his grip because this one question is burning under my nails.

"Wait… How many of your lovers have you brought here?" I ask, hoping for an honest answer.

Ezra furrows his brows in confusion before a gentle smile crosses his face. He shakes his head slowly.

"None. The last time we were here, I just wanted to take you somewhere you could think and breathe. I used to come here a lot when I was younger. After a fight with my dad or when I was just angry at life, this place helped me calm down and think clearly. Looking out over the distance from up here gave me perspective. Now, it feels like our place. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but in my defense, you did start kissing me," he finishes with a mischievous grin.

For a moment, I feel stupid for insinuating anything.

“You don’t have to apologize. You’re… perfect. This is perfect. Thank you. I was wondering… All these young girls… I don’t understand what you want from me when you… have them…”

But that’s as far as I get because Ezra suddenly grabs me by the back of my neck as he mumbles against my lips, “Shut your sexy mouth and come here,” before kissing me with a passion that says more than words ever could. Wow!

His tongue pushes possessively into my mouth and plays with mine so that I can’t help the heat that spreads through me. The tingling in my middle is also getting so intense that it gradually robs me of my last nerve. I feel his rough hands over my dress on my breasts and how he massages them, making me gasp against his mouth. Just as I’m about to unbutton his shirt, a drop hits my cheek, followed by another, and then another.

We pull away from the kiss, both looking up just in time to see the clouds have gathered into a dark front. Suddenly, the sky opens up, and we're drenched within seconds. Ezra jumps off the hood, and I do the same, sprinting to the driver's side to get in quickly. He grabs the basket with the food and bottle before diving into the passenger seat beside me. As soon as the doors close and we catch each other's eyes, we burst into laughter.

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” he laughs and runs his fingers through his soaking-wet hair.

His white shirt is now see-through; I can see every bulge and tattoo underneath. I swallow deeply. If I thought he looked hot in that shirt before, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now. Holy…

“What did you have in mind?” I follow up with a dry mouth, trying not to stare too hard at his abs, which are presented to me in all their glory, literally begging me to trace them.

Ezra grins rakishly again before he puts the basket on the back seat, moves his seat back, and then pats his lap.

“Come here, Beauty. I’ll show you,” he replies with this incredibly erotic undertone that immediately gets under my skin.

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