A smile flickers across his lips again. “Information is easy enough to get when you’re properly motivated. And I was very motivated to speak with you tonight.”
Fear and something more, something I can't identify, ripples through my stomach and then all the way up through my heart. Those icy blue eyes of his bore into mine and I feel the tremble in my legs and the heat blooming between my thighs that were growing all too familiar. I run a hand through my hair and try to hold onto my composure… which, right now is about as easy as holding onto a greased pig.
“So, you just used your money and influence to get my address?” I ask, doing my best to sound peeved.
“Yes,” he replies bluntly.
He catches me flatfooted. I wasn’t expecting him to give me such a direct and honest answer and for a minute, all I can do is stare at him in an awkward silence. Thankfully, he lets me off the hook by speaking first.
“I did it because I wanted to talk to you and since I’ve always been more of a take things head on right away, rather than let things sit and fester, I did what I had to do to find you,” he says. “After all, you didn’t return any of my calls or texts.”
“Because I told you I needed a little space.”
“True. And after I’ve said my piece, if you still feel that way, I’ll give you that space.”
“Okay, so what do you have to say.”
“First of all, I want to say that I am sorry. I didn’t handle the situation in the restaurant very well,” he says. “I never should have put hands on that kid but when I came out of the bathroom and saw how uncomfortable he was making you… well… something snapped. My only thought was to get him away from you because I never want you to feel scared or uncomfortable. My only thought was to protect you. To make you feel… safe.”
My cheeks are burning but this time not with embarrassment. The heat coursing through my body is from something else. Something primal. Something carnal. I don’t understand it. I’ve never had this sort of reaction to a man before. Especially one who was presumptuous enough to think they needed to do for me the things they thought I couldn’t do for myself. There is nothing in this world I hate more than people condescending to me. People who try to make me feel less than, or like I can’t do things for myself when in fact, I’ve been doing for myself my entire life.
Most of the time, when a man thought he knew what I needed better than I did, they’d get a verbal lashing. But sitting there on the couch with Ezra staring back at me with that cool, steely blue gaze, all I feel is that damn heat inside of me. I feel so physically small around him. But as Emma made me see, he makes me feel safe and protected. More than that, he makes me feel cared for. The fact that he has shown me such respect and care, never approaching, let alone crossing the boundaries I set.
The way he makes me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. And that’s probably why it scares me so much. Why I’ve been resisting it so hard. Ezra has managed to pierce my defenses and gotten me to lower my guard without even trying. With the fear still rippling through my heart but no longer blinding me, I realize that he is just about everything I’ve wanted in a man—a checklist nobody has ever come close to completing. And it makes me want to give myself over to him in ways I’ve never contemplated giving myself over to anybody before.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he says.
“You do make me feel safe,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He gives me a gentle smile that sends another warm ripple through my heart. Without realizing what I’m doing, I get to my feet and cross the room to where he’s standing. He cocks his head and looks at me as I grip the lapels of his jacket and pull him down to me. Our mouths crash together, and I feel that electric jolt that shoots through my body and immediately gets me dripping wet as we kiss.
10
The ferocity of her kiss takes me aback for a moment, but that surprise quickly subsides as I give myself over to the heat of passion that has exploded to life inside of me. I pull her to me, relishing the feel of her soft but firm body against mine. My cock thickens and grows hard in my slacks. I know she can feel it and she surprises me again when she reaches down and grips me through the fabric. A soft moan passes my lips and I shudder as she grips me tighter, sliding her hand up and down my rigid shaft.
I pull away and look down at her. “Are you sure?”
She bites her bottom lip and uncertainly flashes across her face, but she nods. “I am.”
“Good answer.”
I spin her around and push her up against the table she’s got beneath the large window that overlooks the city. Her breath catches in her throat as I plant a line of kisses down her neck at the same time I cup and knead her breasts through her dress. She moans softly as I give her collarbone a light nip then slides her hand down and starts stroking me through my pants once more. My cock is throbbing and begging me for release. But I’m not ready for this to be over so soon.
Sliding my hands around, I unzip her dress and push it off her shoulders. As her dress puddles around her feet, leaving her in nothing but panties and silky, black thigh highs, Ashton’s green eyes widen, and she bites on her lower lip, nervousness flashing across her face. I cup her chin and raise her face to mine, holding her gaze firmly.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She licks her lips and her body trembles but she nods. “Yes. I’m sure,” she says with a mild quiver in her voice. “I want this. I want you.”
I lift her up and set her down on the table then fall to my knees and in one smooth movement, slide her panties down her thighs and toss them aside. Ashton parts her legs for me and grabs the back of my head, guiding me to that sweet spot between her thighs. Desperate to have the taste of her sweet cunt on my lips, I plunge my tongue into her, licking and lapping furiously. Ashton clamps her thighs around my head, squeezing me tight as she groans and grinds her soft, wet folds against my lips as she grips the back of my head tightly.
Ashton’s sweet nectar fills my mouth, my desire for her so intense, it’s making me lightheaded and the sound of her breathy gasps and moans fill my ears, making my dick harder than steel. She leans back, intertwining her fingers in my hair and yanking it hard as I take her clit into my mouth, nibbling on it gently. Ashton’s body tightens around me, and I hear the stutter in her voice as she softly calls my name. A moment later, she cries out as she starts to shake wildly, coming even harder than the last time I ate her out.
As her orgasm begins to subside, I get to my feet, and she pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of wine on her breath mingles with the sweet taste of her pussy on my tongue and I know I need to be inside of her. I can’t wait any longer. I pull back and she gasps as I turn her around then bend her over the table forcefully. I quickly kneel down and slide my tongue along those slick, swollen folds, letting my tongue trail upward. She moans softly and wiggles as I let my tongue slide across her tight little asshole and get to my feet again.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I use my other to guide my stiff cock to her warm center. Nestling the head of my cock between her velvety lips and I feel her tensing up around me again. She looks at me over her shoulder, the nervousness combined with her wanton desire.
“Go slow,” she says.
