Page 62 of Pas de Trois
But the way he looks at me now as we walk toward each other in the empty hallway; he looks as needy as I feel. My heart flutters inside my chest, wings flapping desire through my body, making me feel lightheaded from lust. I feel like I can’t catch my breath and I don’t know what’s come over me.
His eyes flick over my body and I see his chest rise and fall as his pace quickens. He needs me as much as I need him, and that makes me want him all the more.
I want more.
More than a touch.
I think we’re going to collide as he aligns himself directly with the path I walk. He’s not moving aside to brush past me. He’s walking straight toward me. He moves with such determination to get to me, that I actually stop and take a step backward as he moves unexpectedly into my space.
We have to be careful that no one sees us—Renata would lose her mind.
“What are you—” I start, lifting my head to look up at him as he pushes me back.
“Come with me.”
Ezra flashes me a perfect, white smile and I feel every organ inside my body liquefy. I’m a useless puddle for this man and I don’t want it any other way. He drags me sideways, opening a bedroom door that’s close to the staircase—the farthest from Renata’s room. He pushes me inside.
I whirl around to face him as he slips in behind me, pushing the door shut and turning a deadbolt lock from the inside. I open my mouth to tell him I love him, but he swallows my words as he crashes into me, his lips landing on mine, bruising and desperate.
I’m stiff with shock for a moment, but when my brain catches up to what’s happening, I sink into his hold. I grab his face as his arms curl around my waist, pulling me tight against him.
He doesn’t kiss me so much as he devours me, tasting my tongue with hungry licks and groaning from his enjoyment. The way he kisses me makes me feel like a delicacy he’s been starved from. He walks me backward until I hit a wall and he presses me to it, rough and demanding.
My breath catches as a brief jolt of unease threads through my mind. I pull back, breaking the kiss and resting my head against the wall behind me as I look up into his green eyes. With a single look, my unease at his roughness instantly fades.
He pants as he watches me, his body so close, I can feel him grow hard with need. His eyes study mine for a beat. “Too rough?”
“No,” I say on a breath. “Only for a second. I just needed to see your eyes.”
He smiles with such light that I swear the room brightens behind him. With a deep inhale, he presses his forehead to mine. “I’ve been watching you. I knew you’d be here tonight.”
I bite my lip. “I’ve been watching you, too.” My back arches off the wall, my body swelling with need and my breasts seeking his touch as I push against him. “Are we safe in here? How much time do we have?”
He nods, then rubs his nose against mine. “We’re safe here. My absence won’t be noticed for another forty-five minutes or so.” He tilts his hips forward, grinding his ever-growing erection against me. “An hour if we feel like pushing our luck.”
I can’t help my smile as he moves his head to nuzzle against my neck, his perfect lips spotting kisses down to my chest. “I know I should be the voice of reason here,” I say.
I feel his grin as his teeth playfully nip across my collarbone. “Nah. Don’t do that, baby.”
“I just...” I moan when he licks across the hollow of my throat. “God. I want to push my luck with you. I need you, Ezra.”
When he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes filled with desire, I feel my body slip down the wall as need clenches low in my belly and wetness puddles between my legs.
He pulls me closer with one hand gripping my waist as the other comes up to catch my cheek. The touch of his hand on my face feels like I’m home. I let my head fall into it naturally as his fingers reach back to flick across my earlobe.
“Anya.” He kisses my lips once. “I’m shaking with need for you.”
I turn my head to kiss his palm and desire takes over, directing me to stick out my tongue and lick his hand. He groans, shrinks a little, and presses me harder against the wall as he grinds his cock against my belly. I watch the way his eyes change as his need grows, a shadow falling across the green that makes them look darker and lighter all at once, though I don’t even know how that’s possible.
I like the way he looks at me.
I like the way he makes me feel when he needs me this way.
I could only ever feel this way with Ezra.
“Are you still mine?” I whisper.
I turn my head, dragging my tongue across the back of his index finger, and suck it into my mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever been this way with a man.
