Ezra's hands slid down my body, firm and confident, his touch setting every nerve alight. He guided me gently toward the bed, his lips never straying far from my neck, my collarbone, and the curve of my shoulder.
“Relax,” he murmured, his voice like silk as he eased me down onto the plush mattress. “Let me take care of you.”
The bed was soft beneath me, the dark linens cool against my heated skin. My breath caught as Ezra knelt between my legs, his strong hands parting my thighs. The anticipation was maddening, my body trembling as his fingers skimmed over the lace of my panties.
“You’re soaked,” he said, his tone filled with dark amusement. “So needy already.”
I bit my lip, unable to respond, and he chuckled as he slid the lace aside, his fingers gliding through my slick folds. The fi
