Page 20 of Maybe This Time
I needed more of this.
Of him.
My heart pounded so loudly as I pulled my mouth from his, my ragged breathing melting with his desperate whimper. Groaning, he gripped my jaw to bring his lips back to mine, and I almost forgot why I’d pulled away as he tilted my head back and returned to kissing me.
“Ezra,” I rasped in between wet, frantic kisses. “More.”
“Please,” he groaned. His hands dragged roughly down my body to pull me toward him as we went stumbling across the room until he guided us to the closest banquette without ever breaking away.
Once he was seated, he lifted me onto his lap, my legs parting to land on each side of him. He tugged at my hips, yanking me down to slot his hips between my thighs. We fit against each other so perfectly, my brain seemed to short-circuit when his unmistakable erection pressed against me. Ezra’s fingers dug into my waist as I ground against him, raking my hand through his hair to clutch the back of his neck.
I pulled his head back and dragged my teeth across his bottom. “I need…” I began, all breathy, my blood humming in a way it never had before. The sight of my red lipstick smeared across his mouth, the white and black face paint no longer in place, sent hunger shooting through me. “I need to feel you.”
A rumble vibrated through his chest. “Be specific, Talya,” he panted against my lips, his eyes dark with need. “Where exactly do you want to feel me?”
I slipped a hand down his chest, my fingers resting at the hem of his belt. “I want you inside of me and don’t make me beg for it,” I demanded before gripping him over his trousers andfuckme. Arousal bloomed between my legs at the feeling of him this hard, just for me.
I’d told my sister no dick would be involved, but Ezra’s would definitely be ridden tonight.
He laughed, the sound so low and wicked it sent another hot pulse straight to my core. He pressed a kiss to my lips, then dragged his mouth down in a sensual torture until he paused right beneath my jaw. He licked my flushed skin, claiming the thundering pulse there, all while his fingers traveled to the hem of my short dress that was now bunched at my hips from my straddling him.
“What if I like the thought of having you beg for my cock?” he said, his thumbs drawing soft circles over my bare skin.
I spread my legs wider to give myself more space as my fingers deftly undid his belt and unzipped his pants. “I think you’ll be the one begging to fill me up,” I replied, raking my nails over the fabric of his boxers where it was strained from his own arousal.
Before I managed to slip a hand inside, tofinallytouch him, Ezra grabbed my wrist.
“Wait,” he groaned painfully like it was taking everything in him not to let me do whatever I wanted with him. “I want to taste you first.” I met his hungry gaze as he guided my hand to my hip, his other hand still firm on the other side. “Take this off.”
I moved the hand that was still gripping the back of his head and reached down, grabbing the bottom of my dress and slowly pulling it over my head. “Is this what you want?” I whispered, tossing it somewhere aside and leaving only the black thong I’d worn underneath.
Cool air hit my skin, but I’d barely felt it under the heat of his gaze roaming over my bare skin.
“Look at you,” he whispered, awe and need coating his voice. “Just breathtaking.”
His fingers traveled up my spine before they slowly cascaded down the length of my sides, his fingers lingering on the outskirts of my breast. My skin erupted in goose bumps everywhere he touched and I stared at him as he seemed tocatalog every inch to memory with reverence. He followed each brush with a kiss and overwhelming need bloomed all over my body.
“I’ve dreamed of this.” Our eyes met in a heated and intimate gaze when his hand settled at my waist. “I’ve dreamed of having you like this so many times I probably sound pathetic.”
I laughed under my breath and cupped his jaw to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Then that makes two of us,” I told him as I smiled against his lips.
“Yeah?” he asked, his eyes filling with uncertainty.
I held his gaze. “Ezra James, I’ve dreamed of you more times than I can count.” My hands dipped under the collar of his jacket to take it off and he obliged. I then took off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the hollow of his throat.
“Now, as much as I love hearing how obsessed you seem to be with me, I need you and in order to have that, you said you wanted to taste me. I’m a patient girl, but I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long and I might combust if you don’t start touching me more.”
My words seemed to unravel him because the lust that had been there suddenly seemed to heighten until I could barely see the green of his irises. Ezra grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled my face to his.
With our mouths only inches apart, he muttered against my lips, “Anything for my girl.”
Suddenly, he let go and his hands grabbed my wrists, yanking them down behind my back in one seamless motion. I yelped, thrown off-balance, and he grinned before hauling my chest forward. His mouth latched onto my nipple with a rough, punishing hunger.
“Ezra,” I cried out when he bit down, just shy of real pain, and my vision blurred for a second.
“God, I like hearing you scream my name,” he mumbled against my skin. He then dragged his teeth across the sensitive skin before sucking on it to ease the sting. He let it go with a pop and moved to my other breast to do the same.
He kept alternating between each side, his greedy hands now roaming all over my body. My hands grasped his shoulders for balance as I writhed under his touch, grinding against him, searching for some relief, while moans of pleasure filled the air around us.
