Page 24 of Desperate Victory

Ezra’s expression crumpled for a moment, the raw vulnerability peeking out from behind the darkness, leaving him open and unguarded. “You are perfect.”

I chuckled. “No one is perfect—” I arched to nip his lower lip. He chased my mouth with his own, sliding in to the hilt. The moment he sank home, we were both gasping. “Ezra,” I whispered his name against his lips. “I love you.”

He groaned and deepened the kiss. Each time he lifted his head to allow us to breathe, I exhaled his name again. The soft huff of his laughter as his chest rubbed against my breasts and the full of him settled on me was a miracle.

Nothing else mattered. We were together. I loved him. All of him. All the broken and scarred bits he hid beneath brashness and sarcasm, dipped in alcohol.

He hid nothing from me. Not his needs or his wants. Not his fears or his nightmares. You only got to wake from a dream once, but we could dream of each other again and again.

We could wake up like this, together. He ran his tongue over his lips. I drank in the sight of him from the wet lips to the sleepy-eyes to the rumpled hair. Loving them consumed every part of me and it seemed to grow the more time I spent with them.

Honestly, obsessed was not a strong enough description for what Ezra aroused in me. The hunger in his kiss fired my own and I rocked with him. I couldn’t get enough, I didn’t think I would ever have enough.

When he rolled onto his back, I moved with him. He wrapped me up tight like I was his favorite blanket. Feet flat against the bed, he controlled the rhythm and I didn’t fight him for it.

Every strike of his cock deep inside lit me up. My inner muscles clenched around him. Hands on his shoulders, I rolled my hips. Every thrust matched our rhythm together and he clamped his hands down on my ass.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he told me in a hoarse voice. I kept my gaze on his, no matter how hard we pushed each other. Then I fell into him as our mouths collided. There were no more words, just skin on skin, fingers digging in and the pure liquid heat spiraling out from within me.

He stroked my ass, my back, and then cupped at my breasts. With every teasing brush of his thumb or light squeeze of his fingers, he dragged more pleasure out of me. Light pressure, firm pinches, the teasing rolls and caresses, every single one did something different.

When he abandoned my lips and locked his mouth around my nipple, I couldn’t stem the tide. It was like my orgasm just broke out. The force of it shattered me and he just slammed into me, the internal pressure so perfect it threatened to undo me.

It was my turn to drag his head upward once more and when our lips touched this time, he came in a hot spurt that added fresh fuel to my fire. We lingered there, savoring the kiss. Little nips and licks that reminded me we were together while I blanketed him.

Satisfaction and need twined together. The musk of sex perfumed the air and I found myself wanting to wrap my mouth around him. Give him a blowjob that would blow his mind. At the same time, I didn’t want to let go or move away.

Later, I promised myself. Right now I needed this as much as Ezra did. I lost track of time as we lay there. He stroked his fingers up and down my spine. A soft knock on the door brought an end to the interlude.

“Yes?” I called lifting my head. The door opened and Bodhi glanced in. His gaze found mine and there was warmth in there as well as a bit of an apology.

“Adam called,” he said. “You haven’t looked at your messages. But he and Milo are on their way back to get us.”

Us.

Then he’d spoken with Liam. The others would back us and I glanced down at Ezra. “You don’t have to go.”

Adam hadn’t been able to kill his father, and I would never have asked it of him. I wouldn’t do it to Ezra either.

We’d discussed this. If Ezra stayed, Milo or Bodhi would stay with him, because I was going. Wallace Graham had a lot to answer for, not the least of which were the scars on Ezra’s body but also the ones we couldn’t see.

“I’ll go,” he said and I pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You should probably shower in Bodhi’s room, because I’m more likely to fuck you against the wall in the shower.”

I chuckled. “Tempting.”

“Raincheck?” The offer was sweet and I gave him another kiss.

“It’s a date.”

“Downstairs in fifteen,” Bodhi said as I rose. He gave me a delicious once over that sent a very pleasant tingle through my aching cunt and definitely made me wish we had more time. “I’ll have coffee ready.”

“You love me,” I murmured, pausing to give him a kiss as he held the door open for me.

“I do.”

“Does that mean he loves me too?” The snark was all Ezra, his masks slotting firmly back into place.

“Sure,” Bodhi said. “But I’m not kissing you.”