Page 42 of Curvy Love

The intensity in his gaze as he says it …

I release a shaky breath.

Oh, that intensity is stunning and addictive.

So much so that I can’t hold his gaze. Pressing a hand to my stomach to still the butterflies there, I turn and pace to the windows on the far side of the room, putting space between us before turning back to him.

He clearly senses that got way too serious too quickly, because I see his reflection as he nods to the table. “Did you want to eat? Or we can go into my office because I have more comfortable furniture. Up to you.”

“More comfortable seating would be nice,” I say.

He nods and holds a hand out to me.

It’s an olive branch and an invitation. After a moment of indecision, I slip my palm into his and let him lead me into the hall.

I can’t pretend taking his hand isn’t a big deal. I don’t think I want to pretend. I know I don’t want to keep stewing over Ezra’s position and power.

Yes, I could freak out over who he is. I could be indignant that he knew who I was before I knew his true identity. But is that really what I want?

I don’t want to fight with him. And, suddenly, I don’t want to run away either. After months of slowly falling in love with ZMan on line, I want to be with him, here in this moment. Whatever this moment might bring.

So when he leads me to his office, I follow. His office is on the opposite wall and takes up a huge chunk of space. The view of the shrubby mesquite trees, cedars and oaks spread out beyond in rolling hills.

He hasn’t released my hand and he pulls me over to a worn charcoal grey leather sofa. It’s supple and comfortable as we sit.

I smile at him and he shifts closer to me.

I bite down on my lip for a moment, then say, “You were about to do something right before the alarm went off.”

His brown eyes darken, the blackness of his pupils spread. “I was going to kiss you.” His gaze drops to my mouth.

I lick my lips.

He groans, then leans forward, cups my neck and kisses me. I haven’t had many boyfriends, but I’ve had plenty of first kisses. High school games of spin the bottle and truth or dare took care of that. So I consider myself fairly well-skilled in the art of the French kiss. But nothing has prepared me for the expertise of Ezra’s mouth.

He starts slow, nipping at my lips and giving me soft, sweet kisses. Then both hands cup my face as he slants his mouth across mine. His hot tongue slicks across the seam of my lips and I open to him. Our tongues tangle, sliding and writhing and it’s so urgent and heated.

It would seem his kisses have a direct line to my clit because she’s pulsing in my panties like she has her own heartbeat. I shift my body, moving to straddle his lap. His big hands leave my face to slide down my back and grip my hips. I lower my body so that my center rests on the harsh line of his zipper.

He reaches between us, adjusting himself and then my core rests against an impossibly hard fabric-covered cock.

I experiment by rocking myself against him. Pleasure radiates through my body and I groan. Ezra growls and his fingers tighten on my hips. His lips leave my mouth and make a heated trail down my throat to that pulse point just beneath my ear.

“Fuck, Paisley,” he growls. “This is moving fast. You sure you’re ready for this?”

I don’t answer out loud, but nod as I rock myself against him again, because it feels too damn good to stop. I lean back and stare into his beautiful face.

“Look at you, dry humping my dick. So damn sexy.” His eyes travel down my body, lingering at my cleavage, then he meets my gaze again. “You going to make yourself come like that, pretty girl?”

The orgasm takes me by surprise. As if my body came on his command. I cry out, shaking over him. He pulls me flush to his body, hugging me to his chest.

“That’s it, I’ve got you.”

When the last waves of ecstasy have subsided, I bury my nose against his throat. He smells so good.

His hand rubs my back as I lay pressed against him. “I don’t want to pressure you. We can slow down if this is too fast.”

“No.” I sit up and look at his beautiful face. “I’ve waited months to be with you in person. I don't want to waste any more time.”

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