Page 21 of My Brutal Alpha

Yet, in that moment, I couldn't help but acknowledge how much of a mistake that was.

There she was, standing in front of me while she advocated for herself, looking as beautiful as ever—as enticing as ever without even trying.

I needed to hold myself back and deny that longing in me, but with how she looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes, I couldn't resist. Her curvy yet defined body looked so perfect beneath me that I knew I’d be an idiot to pretend like it didn’t make me salivate to think about it.

Leaning in, I closed the rest of that space between us and pressed my lips against hers.

Tension moved through her body like it had when I kissed her at the gym, but as it lingered while I kept her close, Zoe started to melt into it. Regardless of how much she wanted to fight me, her body betrayed her so completely.

Before long, she pressed against me and deepened the embrace in a silent declaration that she couldn't deny that familiar longing either.

Regardless of how different we were, we always wanted the same thing.

Chapter 10 - Zoe

The initial shock of feeling his lips against mine made me freeze as if my entire brain was short-circuited. But as that sensation and warmth felt so familiar to me, I couldn’t stop myself from giving in to that feeling.

I hated to admit how perfect his lips felt, and I hated even more how I couldn’t resist wanting more despite everything.

It almost felt like deja vu returning to that entranced state, aware of the insistent grip he had on my hips.

Several alarms went off in my mind, silently screaming at me to push him off and establish those boundaries we needed more than anything. What was left of my critical thinking told me I was walking a slippery slope, and if I let myself fall, there’d be no going back.

I wanted to pull away, aware that giving in wouldn’t help our situation at all, but that temptation was laid out in front of me, waiting for me to take it.

As his fingers gently squeezed my hip, I couldn’t help the rush of want that moved through me. It was so honest and visceral, and while I should’ve ignored it, I couldn’t.

It was almost like my body never forgot what it was like to feel him, to have him hold me. Whatever tension was left inside me melted away completely, and I didn’t have it in me to care anymore.

Pushing that critical thinking away in favor of seeking more of those addictive sensations was exactly what I did.

Ezra hummed his satisfaction into the kiss as he pushed me back against the counter, using it as leverage while he deepened that contact. His opposite hand moved to cradle my cheek.

He was so close—so all-encompassing that it was almost overwhelming. But at the same time, it still didn’t feel close enough. I still wanted more. As much as I could possibly take from him.

I shivered as the hand on my hip slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, gliding up slowly yet surely, taking in the feeling of my skin beneath him. It seemed to have a mind of its own as he pinned me there, gliding and gripping my body wherever it wanted.

A low, growled sound reverberated within his chest as he squeezed my plump flesh, seemingly even more turned on by the feeling of it.

His fingers danced over my ribs before just barely brushing against the underside of my bra, making my breath catch. I felt as he grinned into the kiss, clearly amused by the faint sound.

He likely knew he had me, and at that point, he could do virtually anything. I already knew it was true, and I didn’t have it in me to object.

Instead, I allowed that pleasure-seeking side to lead the way as my hand settled against his chest before sliding upward and snaking around the back of his neck. My fingers threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck, grip tightening slightly as I pulled him even closer as that desperation sunk its claws into me.

Ezra nearly growled into the kiss then, letting his self-restraint slip little by little as he let his fingers slip beneath the underwire of my bra.

A shudder moved through me the moment he brushed against the sensitive skin of my chest, causing my nipple to harden beneath his touch.

He swallowed the soft moan that escaped me as he melded our mouths together greedily, tongue slipping between my parted lips to reach mine in an addictive collision.

We both groaned into the kiss, gripping each other harder and seeking more of that bliss. As if a switch had been flipped, there was no stopping us then.

Without missing a beat, Ezra brought both hands down to grip the hem of my shirt before yanking it up, breaking the kiss long enough to get it over my head before tossing it away. We muffled our mutual eagerness into the embrace the moment our mouths reconnected.

We were a blur of hands reaching for clothes, pulling and lifting until we were both down to our underwear, and he had me pinned against the counter all over again.

Ezra’s lips trailed hotly down my neck as his fingers dug into my skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses against my skin that made me shiver and crave even more. Each one made me more addicted than the last.

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