Layla's POV
There was hardly enough time to consider the agitation in Ezra's gaze before I was lowered onto the bed. The process was smooth and controlled, but the urgency behind the act was glaringly obvious.
"Ezra, wait-"
I never got to complete my sentence. His lips crushed against mine.
The impact of it took all the breath out of my lungs.
I should have pushed him away at that moment. I should have said something, anything, to stop it before it started. But I didn't.
Because for that one reckless, fleeting second, I didn't want to stop it.
It was like I was consumed by the intensity of his kiss.
Ezra was not gentle. He was not hesitant. He kissed me like a man who had just crossed every line he'd been holding back for far too long.
And I felt every bit of i
