Page 20 of The Casella King

“I prefer not to be inebriated.” He looks down into my eyes then to my glass, his scent alone is enough to intoxicate me, and although I don’t mean to, I inhale his scent, closing my eyes.

“Mmm.”

“Are you feeling okay?” He grabs a hold of my arms, my eyes springing open at his closeness, my breasts almost touching his body. I feel my nipples harden under my bra as I grab onto his forearm to steady myself.

“I’m fine.” I laugh a nervous laugh. “I don’t even know how to play poker.”

“What?” He laughs too.

“You know, when you suggested we play strip poker to get to know each other, I don’t even know how to play.” I sink back into the lounge, feeling the buzz become a little stronger.

“We don’t need to play games to fuck, if that’s what you really want.” He smirks.

I swallow, unable to find the words in my current state. I desperately want his hands on me again, maybe even his mouth too.

Stop it.

“I don’t play games,” I say and sit up straight, hoping my body language would give me back some sort of control, but it doesn’t.

He leans into me, his lips close enough to touch mine, and I feel every bit of power slip from under me. “You’re playing a very dangerous one right now.” He rasps, and the octave of his voice has me melting in a puddle.

“I’m not.”

“Sitting here, in that short dress, cheeks flushed, looking at me with those beautiful eyes beneath those lashes, begging me to fuck you, is conceivably a dangerous game,” he states.

I stand up, heat flushing to my chest as I walk over to the other side of the room. I’m not used to being in the presence of someone like Ezra. His aura is all-consuming, sucking the oxygen from your lungs as soon as he enters a room. He stands and walks over to me, closing me in again, but I love it. I inhale his scent, the spicy sandalwood burning my nose as his fingers trail a line from my jaw down to the middle of my breast. My mouth goes dry, and I lose my words. I feel myself clench my thighs as I feel a warmth pooling between them. I hold myself back with everything I have in me to reach out and run my fingers down his perfectly sculpted chest.

“Why can’t you admit you find me attractive?” he asks, looking down into my eyes.

I lick my lips. “Because we shouldn’t sleep together…”

His fingers trail down to my navel on top of the material of my dress, and I can feel the heat radiating off them.

“Why not?”

“Because we shouldn’t.”

“Are you going to give me a reason?” he rasps in that voice again, and it takes everything in me not to drop to my knees before him.

“I—” My eyes fall to his lips as his hands snake behind me, finding the zipper on my dress and slowly tugging it down. He’s giving me ample time to decide if this is what I want, and I just stay quiet, not because I don’t want this, but because I’m scared of wanting it.

He barely touches the shoulders of the dress, and the material pools at my feet, his eyes immediately burning with desire, or hunger, as they skate to my black, lacy bra, then to my itty-bitty black G-string. I almost stop breathing as he lickshis lips, his throat working to swallow. Time almost stands still as I look from his eyes to his lips and back again, my blood running hot, my breathing growing quicker by the second at his closeness. I watch his chest rise and fall, noticing a tattoo peaking out of his singlet on his right pec.

His hand comes up to my face, my chest heaving at his electric touch, as he gently tucks a stray hair behind my ear. I feel tingles on the trail his fingers left and can hardly contain myself, all I want to do is reach out, wrap my arms around him and kiss him like I’m running out of time, like he’s not the most dangerous man I’ve ever met.

He beats me to it, wrapping one arm around me, pulling me into him, his lips crushing mine with pure lust. Both his hands trail down to my ass, as a groan rumbles in his throat. The sexy vibrations in his voice stir something in me, and my arms wrap around his neck as his tongue forces its way inside my mouth, tasting me, devouring every inch of my mouth. I trail my hands from his strong shoulders, down to his biceps.

The more my hands roam, the hotter it gets in here.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you since that first kiss at the club,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. My nipples harden as he grinds his erection into my belly, and I fight the strong urge to put my hand down his pants to feel him. I create some distance between us, fanning my face with my hand.

“Maybe we should stop.” I fan my hand harder as I feel my face redden under his stare. “Is it hot in here?”

“It’s about to be.” He smirks as he removes his pants, revealing the outline of his huge erection under his dark-blue boxer briefs. My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I can’t peel my eyes away.

“We really shouldn’t.” Her mouth moves, but all I see is her beautiful, plump breasts covered by her skimpy bra, just begging for my mouth around them. I forget about the revenge, the complication, because right now, all I can think about is burying myself deep inside her.

“Why not?” I move closer to her as she licks her lips. “I can make you feel like you’ve never felt before. I can give you something you’ve denied yourself for so long.”

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