My grin grew. “Okay, since you asked nicely.”
“That’ll be the only thing I ask nicely.” He grinned when I huffed in exasperation — the man never let me win — then made a quick kissing motion at me, just to irritate me more, before ducking and blurring so fast he left a backdraft.
I crept back to the wine bottles and snatched one. Ezra and I could drink it together later. Or hell, maybe even save it as a keepsake of this place. I blinked at that soft thought, not knowing where the hell it had come from, right before I ducked and secretly made my way out of the bar.
Ezra growled against my neck, sounding more like he purred, gently thrusting into me. Our bodies were slick with sweat from our two-hour marathon since leaving the bar. We’d made it all the way to the couch when we’d first arrived. Then to the floor by the dressers. Each time just as fierce as in the supply closet, but this time, haphazardly sideways on the bed, it was different.
Slow.
Soft.
Decadent.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure we had ever had sex like this. It felt more like making love. Something I had only ever done before with Dominic.
“Ezra?” I whispered, moaning softly as our hips met in a sweet glide. Sliding my feet over the backs of his legs, my inner thighs smoothing across his hips, I arched against him as he filled me again. I cried out, my body trembling from the delicious friction.
“Hmm?” His tongue dipped into the hollow of my throat, lapping the moisture there.
Swallowing hard, my hands ran across his back and gripped his shoulder blades as I lifted my hips to meet his measured thrust. “Look at me.”
He rose on his elbows, face hovering over mine. Our gazes held, both our expressions of loving pleasure. My lids drooped a smidge as he tilted his hips and pressed into me at a different angle, his breath catching as he watched my reaction.
“Baby,” my voice was breathless, “we’re making,” I moaned softly, my body shuddering under his as our bodies met again, “love.”
His eyes crinkled, lips lifting, and his nose rubbed against mine. “Yes, we are.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this.”
He brushed his lips across mine, his breaths falling against my cheeks. “Me, too.”
My eyes darted between his, seeing as how he wasn’t hiding his gaze. “I like it.”
His lips lifted against mine as we shared our air. “Same here.”
I swallowed hard, groaning, his in concert with mine. “I like it a lot.” My hands began sliding over his shoulders, feeling the way his back muscles flexed with his movement.
His chuckle was breathless. “Agreed. We should do it more often.” His head tilted, our lips gliding as our bodies were, before his tongue softly met mine, his mouth eating my whimper. His fingers threaded through my hair and cupped my head in a gentle hold, giving me access to slant my own head and deepen the kiss further. My hands slid to his perfect ass and gripped him firmly enough to feel the pull and play of his strength as our hips continued to meet, the friction purely sinful.
“Sweetheart,” he moaned, tangling his tongue with mine.
Suddenly, a few things happened at once in no particular order, except for the first, which was a startled, loud-ass banshee shriek sounding to my right and causing my mouth and Ezra’s to separate. Then it all sort of unfolded in a huge clusterfuck as we saw Jack and Pearl standing just inside the room, their wide gazes very much on us.
I screamed, sounding horribly like a girl.
Ezra’s fangs sliced out, his eyes flashing bright green.
Jack shouted, “Shit!”
Pearl shrieked like a banshee again.
The blanket somehow got thrown over us.
Jack threw his hands up, hollering, “We didn’t know!”
I was pretty sure I screamed again.
Ezra yelled, “A little privacy, goddamn it!”
Pearl and Jack literally slammed into each other as they jerked, trying to turn around, and both fell to the ground in a tangle of ungraceful limbs. Ezra and I blinked, watching Jack jump to his feet and yank Pearl up unceremoniously by an arm. He threw the door open, shoving her out, but paused, grousing over his shoulder, “Next time, give us some fucking warning.” A pause, then a deep huff of air. “We’re only going to be gone an hour. And change the damn sheets when you’re done.” He stepped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
We both stared at the closed door for a full minute, our heartbeats gradually turning from frantic to a semblance of normal.
Ezra growled low, his predator sounding pissed off, and his gaze moved to mine. The man sound just as ticked as he asked, “Did that ruin the mood for you?”