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Her nails dig into my stomach. “Ezra,” she whimpers. “You’re all I want.” Her hips grind down each time I bring my pelvis flush to her. “This,” she pants. “Can we live in this moment?” she whispers, so lost in us, I’m not sure she understands what she said.
“I’m yours, Zoe Diaz.” I give her honesty, sitting up with her, running my hands up her warm, bare back.
Her eyes finally focus on me. She realizes now. I don’t let her overthink it. I kiss her, lifting her body and thrusting my hardness deep into that tight, wet, heat I’ve marked now more times than I can count.
“Are you my good girl, baby?” I speak into our kiss.
“Only yours,” she whispers, taking my face in her hands and kissing me. That kiss promises her declaration.
I tip us forward, her back to the bottom of the bed, and take her harder. Our cries echo in this cabin, stamping this new reality that I know I won’t be able to let go of once we leave this place.
And I have no damn clue what that means. My body, hell, my heart, is ready to say, fuck what anyone else thinks. My head, though, I feel it trying to interfere. But I keep pushing it away, letting the endorphins of this stitch back all the raw, open wounds I’ve lived with for far too long.
It’s time to join the living again.
CHAPTER 10
ZOE
Iwake to the sensation of strong arms wrapped around me and the scent of cedar and musk that I've come to associate with safety. Ezra's chest rises and falls steadily beneath my cheek, and for a moment I allow myself to simply exist in this perfect bubble we've created.
Last night was... beyond anything I could have imagined. The way he touched me, worshipped my body, made me feel like I was the most precious thing in his world. Every nerve ending still hums with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he filled me so completely that I thought I might break apart from the intensity of it.
"Morning, Sweet Cheeks," his voice rumbles through his chest, rough with sleep and something deeper.
I tilt my head up to find him watching me with those storm-colored eyes, his dark hair mussed from sleep and my fingers. "Morning yourself, handsome."
His hand traces lazy patterns on my bare back and I feel my body responding despite the delicious ache between my thighs. "How are you feeling?"
The concern in his voice makes my heart flutter. "Like I've been thoroughly ravaged," I tease, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "In the best possible way."
His laugh vibrates through me and I feel him hardening against my hip. "Good to know I haven't lost my touch."
"Trust me, your touch is very much intact." I shift slightly and wince at the tender protest from muscles I'd forgotten I had. "Though I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to walk straight today."
"I could carry you," he offers with a wicked grin. "Might raise some eyebrows in town but I'm willing to make the sacrifice."
I swat his chest playfully. "I think I can manage. Besides, we should probably check on the distillery today. Make sure Nash hasn't burned the place down in our absence."
Ezra's expression grows more serious. "You're right. I need to input the new supply agreements from Wild Earth into our system. Get everything updated before the first shipment arrives."
"Look at you, being all responsible and business-minded," I tease, though I'm secretly impressed by his dedication. "And here I thought you were just trying to get me naked again."
"That's tonight's agenda," he says, rolling us over so I'm pinned beneath his delicious weight. "Right now, I'm thinking about coffee and breakfast. You're going to need your strength."
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Both."
An hour later, after a shower that definitely didn't help with my ability to walk normally, we're dressed and heading into town. Ezra drives with one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on my thigh, his thumb tracing small circles that make it hard to concentrate on anything else.
"You know," I say as we pull into the distillery parking lot, "I'm impressed I managed to get dressed without falling over. You were very thorough last night."
He parks and turns to me with a look that makes my core clench. "Sweet Cheeks, if you keep talking like that, we're never making it inside."
"Again with all the promises," I sigh dramatically, then squeal as he leans over to nip at my neck.
"Behave," he growls against my skin. "Or I'll bend you over my desk right there in my office."
