A Love Song for Ricki Wilde (53)

“Do it,” she breathed against his mouth. “Play for me.”

He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, turning her thighs liquid. “Thank you.”

Reaching on either side of her, his fingers instinctively found the keys. And oh, the sound that poured out of him. It was the piece from the other night, but more. A complete song. And it was in dialogue with Ricki, melting into her, warming her bones.

Laid bare, Ezra buried his face in Ricki’s neck, his breath falling hot on her skin as he played. She clung to him, and he kept on, masterfully, magically coaxing the raw and soaring melody from the instrument. The song blazed through Ricki, the heartbreaking, slow groove arching her back, accelerating her heartbeat.

Ricki sank her fingers into Ezra’s biceps and rocked against him, moving with the controlled, synchronized rhythm of his song. She felt him harden, huge and hot, through their clothes. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her. Helplessly, she whimpered his name.

And then Ezra couldn’t play anymore.

Gripping Ricki’s ass in his hands, he stood up. In seconds, he had her pressed against the wall, her feet barely touching the ground. He crashed his mouth over hers in a bruising, ravenous kiss. He tasted like whiskey and warmth. She tasted like cherries and cream. They clung to each other, lost in the rush.

Plunging his hand up into her hair, Ezra tipped Ricki’s head back, kissing her deeper and greedier still, like he’d never get the chance again. And if she’d ever thought that she’d dominate him, make him pay for toying with her, he ended that fantasy. Because she properly swooned in his arms. This was all-consuming ravishment.

Overwhelmed by Ricki’s scent, the silkiness of her skin, Ezra broke the kiss, drawing upon as much self-control as he could muster, but when Ricki gazed up at him with such vulnerable, naked hunger, he scooped her into another devouring kiss. In this hot, breathless blur of grasping hands, mouths, tongues, Ezra managed to slip Ricki’s shirt over her head.

And then he froze. His face lit up with awe. Ricki’s breasts were shockingly lush and voluptuous, practically overflowing out of her bra.

“They’re bigger than they look in clothes,” she said with a self-conscious giggle.

“Lucky me,” he rasped. With one hand, he unclipped her bra—thank fuck for front-fastening bras—and then, with damn near religious reverence, he held her breasts in both hands, running his thumbs over her nipples. Tingling from his touch, she gasped, arching her back. He closed his mouth over a nipple, sucking with increasing tension as cascades of pleasure roared through her.

Ricki needed more. Impatiently, she grabbed at his sweater with fumbling fingers, chanting “Take this off, take this off, take this off” until he did, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. He was exquisite. She told him so as she unzipped his jeans, slipping a hand into the elastic of his boxer briefs.

Ricki’s eyes widened.

“It’s bigger than it looks in clothes,” he said with a grin, his eyes hooded with lust.

“Lucky me,” she breathed. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she licked her palm wetly and began stroking him. Groaning, he squeezed his eyes shut and rested his forehead against hers. She raised her mouth to his, running her tongue along his bottom lip.

“Stop,” he ordered.

“No,” she murmured against his mouth.

“Ricki, I’m gonna… Stop.” Ezra tore her hand away, gathering her wrists and, with one hand, pinning them against the wall above her head. Her breathing went ragged as she was wildly turned on by the restraint.

Trailing succulent kisses down her throat, he slipped his other hand down, down, down, into the soaked cotton of her panties. Mouth hot against her jaw, he lightly stroked her in languorous circles. Her eyes shuttered closed. Her head fell back against the wall. She was reeling, feeling almost too much.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Ezra’d dropped to his knees in front of her. And the sight of this big, magnificent man submitting to her was unimaginably sexy. He gripped her hips and planted a wet, suckling kiss under her belly button, teeth sinking into her soft skin. Ricki’s knees buckled. Then, in a bold, hungry move, he pulled her panties to the side and, without ceremony, buried his face in her. “God,” she breathed as he dragged his tongue along her folds, torturing her with soft suction and indulgent licks, like he’d been dying for it. Like he’d die without it.

She was drowning now, back arched from the wall, breasts flushed, leg hooked on his shoulder. Ezra’s muscled arms were the only thing holding her upright, until her rising moans became too much for him to bear.

Ezra pulled Ricki down to him, and the two toppled backward onto her rug in a tangle of limbs. Somehow, with her clinging to him, he reached for a condom from his wallet. With frenzied impatience, she snatched it from him and put it on. Drawing her into a delicious, bruising kiss, he pinned her down under the hot, velvety expanse of his muscled body. They were both caged in, the whole world reduced to this. Just Ricki and Ezra, skin on skin, hearts thundering against each other in the dark.

It was what they’d been aching for. But Ezra paused. He gazed down at her, his face a map of adoration and outrageous want.

And something else. Something Ricki couldn’t recognize.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, lips teasing hers. Ricki could feel his heartbeat crashing against her chest. He was everywhere, his strong body crushing hers. She arched against him, wrapping her legs around his waist.