Oh. Fuck. Me.
“Ezra, you’re drunk; come on, you need to sleep it off.” She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip gazing at me seductively through her lashes.
“Drunk? No,” She purrs, raking her eyes languorously over me. “I’m just buzzed enough to not give a fuck. If you don’t give a shit why the hell should I?” She smiles coquettishly, sauntering over to me sensually on her tiptoes, making her legs look insanely good. The muscles in her calves and thighs stretch and flex when she moves. Ezra slides the straps to her bra off her shoulder. “Just enough so that I might swim naked…” She burrs, stepping close to me. I don’t move a muscle; I keep my eyes on her, looking down into her upturned face.
Our eyes lock, and I can’t ignore the need radiating in the pits of her blue eyes. I’m sure she sees the same in mine because she smiles brazenly, leaning in close enough that our lips almost touch. “And…maybe my fingers will go wandering places that have been feeling neglected the past few days.”
Ahh shit. Come on, Ezra, don’t do this to me.
My mouth waters and I can already feel my cock growing in my jeans in spite of my best attempt to remain impervious. This is a power play. She’s calling my bluff and wants to prove to herself— and me—that she can still affect me.
Which she fucking can, and she has! Idiot, control yourself!
Ezra pulls away and turns her back to me. My eyes are instantaneously pasted to her curvy ass in the red lace thong as she walks closer to the pool. She reaches back, unclips her bra, and it falls to the floor, but just before she dives into the pool, she looks back at me over her shoulder, smirking daringly. Those deep blue eyes of hers glittering.
I’m not going to bite. I’m not going to fucking bite.
I growl inwardly when Ezra’s wet red thong hit my chest, and I catch it before it fell on the floor. I move over to the edge of the pool; I can just about see her naked body under the water. “Care to join, Mr. Wolfe?”
I sigh and rub my forehead perturbed, “Ezra, you’re putting yourself at risk by being out here. The hitmen hired to kill you can be anywhere watching you through a sniper scope right now. You’re risking your life and mine playing silly games. Unless you want to have a bullet hole in the center of your forehead, I suggest you get out of the pool and come inside.” I explain, and she cocks her head to the side and grins up at me.
“Well, if they're watching, I suppose I better give them something worth seeing, right?” She states impishly, puts her hands on the side, and pulls herself up, her top half out of the pool displaying her perfect bare breasts. I glare at her hard and clench my jaw tight while she arches her brow, boldly challenging me.
“Here, wolfy wolfy.”
I nod and tug my shirt off and toss it aside irritably.
“You want to play?” I bite my lip, and she only smiles back at me, her bottom lip between her teeth. “Let’s play.” I take my jeans off, dive into the pool, swim over to her, and come up just in front of her. I brush my fingers through my hair before I grasp her small waist and yank her back down into the pool while stepping close enough to back her up against the tiles of the pool. Ezra’s eyes sweep over my face lingering on my lips for a second longer before she looks at the bite mark on my neck, and I observe the irritation fire up in her gaze all over again.
“You beckoned me, here I am. Your move.”
She swallows, her fiery gaze fixed firmly on mine. “My next move will be fucking the brains out of some random guy I meet.”
“Oh yeah?” I gripe.
“Yeah.”
“Try it…I fucking dare you.” I hiss, brushing my nose over hers as I speak. “You’ll only cost some poor fucker his life, Ezra, and for what? To hurt me? You won’t, so don’t waste your time.”
“I fucking hate you.”
I lick my lips and lift my hand to brush aside a wet strand of her hair that was stuck to the side of her face. “Good.” I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilt her head up. “I love the way you hate me,” I tell her, staring at her lips.
I love the way you love me.
“You’re curious about the girl I was with. You want to know what happened, don’t you?” Ezra remains silent. Her gaze falls to my chest. I reach up and tilt her head back till she’s looking at me again. “Let me feed your curiosity so you can stop torturing yourself by overthinking this. It wasn’t some romantic thing. Was she as beautiful as you?” I shake my head and brush my thumb along her jaw. “No, not even close.” I lick my lips and lean in closer, my nose touching hers, “Was she a good kisser?” I whisper, and her eyes close; her breathing goes shallow. “You’re better by miles.” My fingers trail down to her neck, and I wrap my fingers around her throat; she gasps and opens her eyes, peering up at me.
“Did her pussy feel better than yours…” I breathe, my lips lingering over hers. I push her legs apart and use my other hand to very lightly circle the tip of my middle finger against her clit. She sucks in a quick breath, ever so quietly that it ignites an inferno deep inside me. “As tight…as perfect and wet,” I say, stroking her teasingly.
She hisses, “Damien, stop it.”
I watch her closely as I continue to rub my finger in circles over her engorged nub. “Stop me,” I growl when I feel her legs quivering. “Push me away, come on, baby.”
“Goddamn it, Damien.” Ezra’s moans get louder, her breath shorter, her hips begin rocking, and I know she’s almost there. “Fuck.” Her fingers splay out over my bicep, and she squeezes, digging her nails when I apply a little more pressure and caress her over the edge. She stills for a second, cries out, and I watch enchanted as she shudders, riding out her orgasm, whispering my name again and again.
I press my forehead to hers. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
Her body falls limp in my arms while she recovers. Ezra peels her eyes open and looks at me, her eyes hazy once her body calms from the pleasure. “Then why, Damien?”