Page 13 of Our Forbidden Romance 1

I swat his hand away. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours. You can look but keep those wandering hands to yourself.” I make sure my voice is firm, if it wasn’t he would be all over me.

“I could always make you mine. All you have to do is be honest with yourself, and I can claim every inch of your beautiful body,” he says in a low and seductive tone.

I cross my legs, hoping to calm down the throbbing between them. I snicker, rolling my eyes. “Maybe in your dreams, Mr. Barclay.”

I stand from the sofa, walking away to refill my drink. “Do you want one?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at him. He shakes his head. I finish the wine in my mug then pour another. I use the time wisely and catch my breath.

I jump suddenly, letting out an undignified scream when I feel Ezra’s hand on my hip. I didn’t even hear him move; I was deep in my thoughts. His lips are tantalizingly close to my ear, his warm breath on my skin gives me goosebumps. “I have changed my mind. I would like another one.” His front is pressed against my back. An involuntary squeal falls from my lips.

His low chuckle in my ear goes straight to my feminine core as he sets his cup down next to mine. I lift the bottle. My hands are a little shaky. “Do you want me to get the drinks, bright eyes?” He takes the bottle from me, moving to my side. I hold my arms by my sides, clenching my fists to stop them from trembling.

He suddenly stops what he is doing. He diverts his attention to me. I become weak under his gaze, his eyes are dark and lustful. “Stop-um, you know, looking at me like that,” I stutter, struggling to string a sentence together.

He doesn’t speak, instead, he steps in closer, our bodies becoming way too close for comfort. Ezra’s breathing turns ragged. “No,” he fires back.

I am ready to protest his answer, but before I have a chance, he places his hands on either side of my face. I gasp, my lip’s part and a sexual moan comes from them. He claims my lips in a heated kiss. I moan again, trying to fight it, but my body won’t let me, and I give in, allowing my lips to mesh perfectly with his. I dislike how weak he can make me without having to try too hard.

I entangle my fingers into his hair. Ezra runs his hands down my body, hooking them under my thighs, lifting me from the ground effortlessly. He places me on the countertop, standing between my legs, our lips don’t part, not even for a second. He grabs my thighs roughly, and I whimper into the kiss.

Ezra stops kissing me, instead he attaches his lips to my neck, kissing and biting on my sensitive skin. I cry out, tugging on his hair. “You are such a little cock tease, Alana,” he mumbles against my skin. I can’t speak. All I do is moan and curse.

Any control I have is quickly vanishing as the pleasurable sensations from kissing him takes over. I use my hold on his hair to bring his lips back to mine, as I snake my legs around his waist. His hard-on is pressing at the apex of my thighs. I am going to regret this, but in this moment, it doesn’t seem to matter.

I reach for the bottom of his hoodie, ready to take it off until his cell starts to ring. He growls, clearly annoyed by the interruption, but continues to kiss me. I try to ignore it, but the second the call stops another one comes through.

I place my hands on his chest, pushing him away to put him at arm’s length. “You should answer,” I pant out, running my fingers through my now messy hair.

He doesn’t look amused and storms over to answer it. “What?” he snaps as he answers. He doesn’t speak for a moment, whoever is on the other end must be doing so. “Bella, I am busy. I will see you later,” he says through gritted teeth.

When I hear her name, reality hits. I shake my head in disgust at myself as I hop off the counter. He hangs up, looking over at me. “You should probably go. Your girlfriend is waiting.” I sigh, walking towards my bedroom.

He doesn’t try to stop me or call after me, which is a good thing. I hear his footsteps fading, my front door opens and then slams shut. I toss myself onto my bed. Talk about déjà vu. We need to stop!

It’s beena few days since I walked out of Alana’s apartment. I regretted it the second I left. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since, and it isn’t from a lack of trying. I have called and texted more than once, and she either ignores or rejects them. I was tempted to show up at her place, but ended up choosing not to because I swear I’m close to officially becoming a stalker, something I would rather not be. It’s pissing me off! Alana has not left my mind. A woman hasn’t gotten to me like this in a long time, if ever.

I sigh in frustration as I sit on my chair, staring out the window. Bella comes into the lounge room and climbs onto my lap. “Babe, are you okay? You seem lost in your head?” she asks, placing her hands on my chest.

I force a smile and rest my hands on her hips. “I’m fine.”

Bella has been overly sweet and happy the last couple of days. I don’t know the reason why because it sure as hell isn’t me doing it for her. Maybe she is screwing someone else.

She nods, kissing me softly. “Can I have your credit card, please?” She bats her lashes at me.

“Why?” She has her own money, well, her parents’ money, but it doesn’t seem to stop her from asking me for some.

“Remember we have your cousin’s wedding in a couple of weeks. I need an outfit and shoes. I promise not to spend too much,” she says sweetly. I nod, slipping my hand into my pocket I pull my wallet out and hand her my card. I don’t mind letting her use it. I have too much money anyway, and I will never go through it all. Someone else might as well spend some of it.

“Thanks! You’re the best,” she coos, kissing me.

Whenever our lips touch or we fuck, I can’t help but imagine it is Alana. If that makes me a complete asshole, so be it.

Bella climbs off my lap. “Do you need anything?” I shake my head. “Do you fancy Thai food for dinner? I can bring some back with me?” she asks.

“Yes, just the usual for me.”

She grabs her things and heads out. She won’t be back until later tonight. Any time she goes shopping she is away all day. It will give me the day to myself. I don’t have plans or work scheduled for today. Though, I need to do something rather than just sitting here.

I end up deciding to go for a swim. The weather is fine today. What better way to work through my thoughts than a few laps of the pool, also making use of it since I rarely use it. Even though it is heated I can’t stand cold water touching my skin, or on me at all, even on days like this with the sun beaming down on it I still need to have it warm. I grab a bottle of water and my phone before making my way outside, setting them on one of the loungers by the pool. I dive into the warm water, a feeling of peace taking over me. I swim a few lengths before I stop to take a drink because it is warm today.

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