Page 37 of Snapping the Ice
“Another couple of hours.” He dropped his hand. “I’m sorry about this. I was hoping he wouldn’t show. It was stupid of me. I should know better.” He dipped his head.
“No, you were hopeful, is all.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and drew him into my chest, kissing his hair. Itfelt completely natural to kiss him now. No different from when I’d been with women.
He swung his arms around my waist, leaning against me and burying his face in my neck.
“Ezra! Get the fuck out here!” The pounding grew harder. “I’ll find a way in. I can promise you that. The hockey playing bastard better not be in there with you.”
Ezra startled in my hold.
Heat burned inside me. Fuck him. I’d pound his ass?—
“I’m sorry, Lucas. Don’t listen.” He pushed off me, cupped my cheek and planted a hard kiss on my mouth. “Don’t listen.” His gaze locked on mine. “Okay?”
“I’ll…fuck, okay.” How could I turn him down? He was irresistible, especially when he kissed me. Fuck, I was in deep.
“Ezra, did you get my flowers, baby?” Tate asked through the door.
“Are you okay?” I whispered. It couldn’t be easy for him to hear this.
“I’m fine.” He released me, rubbed his brow, and ambled to his desk. “I have noise cancelling headphones here.” He peeked at me as he opened a drawer. “Do you mind?”
“Absolutely not.” With a smirk, I made my way back to the makeup chair. Now I’d worry less about Ezra. I could handle Tate’s shit.
“Come on, Ezra. I love you,” Tate said.
Heat inflamed me and my body tensed. Okay, maybe that was a little much to hear.
With a wince, Ezra set his headphones on his head, sank into his desk chair and soft clicking resumed as he worked.
“I know you love me too, Ezra. You said so just last night,” Tate said. “Please, let me in.”
I glared at the door. Was that real? No fucking way. I gritted my teeth as pain cut through my heart.
Murmuring snaked through the door, followed by silence.
Did the fucker finally leave? I gazed around the studio as my stomach growled. Good, I’d wait an hour and go grab us some lunch. And I would not question Ezra about his feelings for Tate. Even if he told Tate he loved him last night, it was probably to avoid being hurt by the fucker.
The door remained silent for about an hour. I rose and strolled to Ezra, clicking and adjusting images like he was in his own little world. “Hey.” I squeezed his shoulder.
“Huh?” He snapped his gaze to me. “Oh.” He lifted the headphones off his head. “Did it stop?”
“It did. Not too long after you put your headphones on.”But not before the love shit. My gut clenched. Nope, don’t mention it. “I need to eat. I can go grab us something?”
“You think it’s safe?” He eyed the door, his eyes wide. “What if he’s out there?”
“Then he’s out there and I’ll deal with him. Lock the door after I leave.” I planted my hands on my hips. At this point, I’d welcome a showdown.
He scrunched his face. “I don’t know if I?—”
“I’ll be fine, Ezra. Do you have any idea how many fist fights I’ve been in?” Though most of them were on the ice. I offered a sly smile.
He scoffed. “Fine.” After standing, we walked to the door, and he turned his back against it. “Be careful.” He grabbed my t-shirt collar and yanked me to him, our lips crushing together.
Heat seared over my skin, and I hooked my arms around his waist, my plumping cock brushing his through our shorts. Slanting my mouth, I snuck my tongue between his lips and tangled it with his. Holy fuck, I craved him more with each kiss.
He broke the kisses, panting. “Shit, I was only giving you abe-safekiss.” With a dimpled smirk, his darkened gaze found mine. He skimmed his fingers along my jaw.
Warmth spread across my chest. “I love it when you smile, Ezra.” And he smiled more and more, now that he wasn’t with Tate.
