Page 89 of A Love Song for Ricki Wilde

But Ezra didn’t go there, because they’d agreed they couldn’t. So he kept asking her interview questions—favorite movie, favorite place, worst thing she’d ever done, best meal she’d ever had—because Ricki was the most entertaining person he’d ever known, and he had the best seat in the house. And it drowned out their existential terror.

She told him all the stories she could think of until she got drowsy and drifted off into hazy midmorning sleep. Ezra was wide awake. Ricki didn’t know it, but he’d barely slept in days. He couldn’t, because he was keeping watch. He kept his eyes on her whenever she slept. He searched for anything out of the ordinary—her breath slowing down or her heart beating erratically. How could he find rest while she was in peril?

Ricki was curled into him, holding his hand tucked under her chin. The world around them fell still; his fingers twirled into her lush cloud of coils as his mind drifted in and out of a zillion pointless rescue scenarios.

Ezra studied her sleeping face. Her breathing had started to speed up. Her brow furrowed, but her face looked relaxed. He heard her emit a soft, melodious sound. Was she humming? She sighed contentedly. Let out a soft whimper. And started humming again. Then he recognized it.

It was their song. Her song. The one he’d been writing for her forever.

Lost in some dream, she rolled onto her back. She whimpered again and then gasped, her back arching. Her nipples rose to points under the flimsy fabric of her T-shirt. Ezra drank her in, mesmerized and instantly, inconveniently hard.

Brow tensed, her tongue darted over her lips and she moaned a little. She hummed again, her hands running down the front of her body and between her thighs. Biting her bottom lip, she grinded against them, breathing out a shaky “Fuu-uck me.”

Ezra was helpless to do anything but watch, his eyes wide. Dick throbbing. Mouth dry. Hands itching to manhandle her in several unlawful ways.

But then her eyes flew open. In a split second, she realized what was happening, and she clapped her palm over her mouth.

“Wait. Noooo!” She wail-laughed, hiding her face in her hands. “Oh my God… tell me you weren’t watching…”

“That good?” He smirked, loving this.

“I feel so exposed!” She dropped her hands and peered at him, her cheeks sleep-creased and flushed. “Ugh, what did I say? Did I look crazy?”

He fixed her with adoring eyes. “If there’s another sight worth seeing, I don’t know what it is. And I’ve seen everything.”

Before she could respond, he scooped Ricki into a heated kiss. Everything about Ezra was so unruffled and easy, until he kissed her. Then he went torrid. Plunging his hand into her hair, he tugged her head back and positioned her how he wanted her,sucking her tongue into his mouth, practically devouring her as he drew his knee up between her legs. She moaned, grinding against his thigh. He kept at it, kissing her deeply, but slower now, bringing her back down to earth. Lightly, he nipped her bottom lip and drew back a little, just enough to tease her with closeness.

“Who was in your dream?” demanded Ezra, a wicked quirk to his mouth. The timbre of his voice was lust blown, filthy. He pressed further, her heat scorching his skin. She was pinned to the bed, at his mercy.

“You,” she breathed. “Only you could do this to me.”

He held his hand over her heart. It was pounding. “For me?”

Eyes glazed, she nodded.

He slipped his hand into her panties, cupping the heat of her. “For me?”

Gasping, she nodded.

His lips brushed hers. “Prove it.”

Ricki looked up at him. Before he knew it, she’d ripped off his boxer briefs and was straddling his thighs, his dick huge in her hand. With an impatient growl, he ran his hands up under her shirt, cupping her breasts.

Bottom lip caught between her teeth, she positioned herself above him and lowered down till she was flush against his lap. They both groaned through gritted teeth.

Sex break, over.

“In my dream, it was just us two,” she panted out, her palms flat against the corrugated muscles of his belly, rolling her hips excruciatingly slow. “Just us, in the woods together, back home. We were like this in the dream. I was doing this to you.”

Leaning forward against his chest, she lifted herself up to the tip and then sank back down, over and over, taking him unfathomably deep until he moaned openly and uncontrollably, his fingers bruising the soft flesh of her hips.

“And all around us was our song. My song. I don’t know… where it was coming from, but it was perfect, and all around us, and I knew then… I knew…” Ricki lost her words then, because Ezra dragged his hand down to her center, rubbing his thumb over her clit in slow circles. She shuddered and cried out, the friction driving her insane.

“What did you know?” he rasped, barely holding on.

“I… I knew I could listen to it forever. I knewyouwere music I could listen to forever.”

The cresting simmer of arousal was unbearable now. And that was the thing about closeness, about being in sync, because then Ezra and Ricki dissolved into each other, moving together with instinctual fluidity.

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