Shuffling across the kitchen, I reel him into my arms, pulling his back against my chest.
“I just wanted to cook you something for once. Rev told me how to make spaghetti, but it’s way more difficult than he made it sound.” He deflates, tossing the spoon in his hand onto the counter. “You should be laying down.”
I curl my body around him, resting my head in the crook of his neck. I breathe his scent into my lungs and brush my lips back and forth over his smooth skin. “I just want to hold you.”
“Well, then the kitchen’s probably going to burn down and you’re going to rip your stitches for the second time.”
I chuckle. Reaching out a hand, I turn off all the burners on the stove and lean us back against the counter for support. I trail kisses across every inch of his exposed skin. Behind his ears. Along his cheekbones. All the while, I slide a hand under his shirt to run over his toned stomach, tracing each delicious ab muscle.
“Who took my phone, Ezra?”
“I’m not telling.” He gasps when I pinch his nipple. “Fuck. Rev did. This isn’t fair.”
“And who drugged me, little thief?” Nice and slow, I circle my fingers over his other nipple, enjoying the way he arches back against me. My cock hardens against his ass.
“No one drugged—”
I sink my teeth into the muscles between his neck and shoulder, earning a moan from him that has me grinding against his ass.
“Shit,” Ezra says breathlessly. “The doctor said—”
My hand slides down, dipping beneath the waistband of his sweatpants to brush over his half-hard cock.
Ezra breaks away and whirls on me, cheeks flushed and chest heaving with labored breaths.
“Oh, I’m in a much better mood now,” I smirk, loving the effect I have on him.
“Go back to bed, Cain.” Ezra tries to look commanding, but all he’s doing is turning me on more.
“I’ll go if you come with me.”
He throws out his arms in frustration. “What do I do with this mess?”
“Leave it.”
“But I destroyed your kitchen.”
“Ourkitchen,” I correct. “You can make it up to me.”
Stalking forward, I lift him into my arms and haul him to bed, ignoring his sass about my injury. I drop him down on the sheets, struggling to hide my wince as I climb over his body.
I grunt as Ezra flips me over with surprising strength, positioning himself on my hips to keep me immobile. “Sorry if I hurt you,” he says, his brows furrowed and nose wrinkled. “But no more getting up.”
My hands drift to his thighs, giving them a squeeze. “You’re the boss.”
“No,you’rethe boss.”
“And you’re in charge of me. So that makes you in charge of everyone, Ezra. How does it feel to run a multi-billion dollar company?”
He shakes his head, a little smile raising the corners of his perfectly shaped mouth. “It’s too much power. Good thing I have you to do all the work for me.”
I chuckle. “Good thing I have Rev to pick up the slack. Want to order pizza?”
“I want to eat spaghetti.” He pouts. “But obviously, that’s not happening. So yeah, I’ll call in the order.”
We end up devouring two large meat lovers pizzas in bed while Ezra fills me in on his visit to Jakey and his new treatment plan with Isaac, and I give detail to how a piece of wood got lodged in the back of my thigh.
Only when we’re snuggled in bed, staring into each other's eyes, do I glimpse the sadness he’s fighting to hide.
