The declaration hits low and hot and wrong in a way that makes my body arch beneath him.
Ezra groans softly.
“There,” he murmurs against my throat as he lowers himself over me. “That’s what I’ve been smelling.”
His face buries against my neck, inhaling deeply enough that I shiver all over. He starts rubbing against me slowly, dragging his body along mine with deliberate pressure that dissolves my thoughts.
He’s heavy everywhere. Solid muscle, warmth and expensive fabric dragging against my skin while he buries his face against my throat. His hands smooth down my sides, gripping my waist, his nose drags along my jaw, through my hair.
Every breath he takes sounds rougher than the last.
Horrifyingly, my body responds to all of it. He’s trying to cover me in himself and my eyes flutter
