Chapter Twenty-Four: Ezra
I did not consider myself a jealous person by default but seeing that guy with his hands all over my best friend’s ass and body did nothing for my temper. Before I’d even been able to consider the consequences of my actions, I’d torn him away from her, seething, seeing red in a room full of white.
“Ezra,” Lacey whispered as I kissed her neck hungrily, sucking on the soft skin, my hand caressing the inside of her bare thigh. She was wet for me already, and her hips rose to meet my hand every time my fingers neared her pussy. She kept wanting to argue, I could tell, but the physical need of her body outweighed any emotional hesitance she might have had.
“Lacey,” I murmured back. She closed her eyes with a small moan of satisfaction and clasped her thighs around my hand, holding me there, her wetness overwhelmingly seductive. I just wanted to rip the slinky black dress of her body and take her alone in the sand until she screamed for me, wailed my name, and devoted herself to me entirely …
“Home—tomorrow,” Lacey panted as I slipped a finger into her, drawing another surprised gasp. “Ezra, should we …?”
“We already are.” A second finger slipped inside her, and Lacey gasped again, writhing against me, her body burrowing in a small pit in the sand. It was dark down here but private and deserted, with only the drum of the waves against the shore for company. As my fingers teased her clit, I leaned over Lacey once more and slipped my tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth with mine, holding her captive against me, forcing her to surrender to the moment … to me.
“Fuck,” moaned Lacey. “Oh, Ezra … “
I placed my hand over her mouth, pressing down hard to muffle the moans of pleasure that escaped Lacey’s throat. She squirmed as I inserted another finger into her, eyes wide with anticipation, skin on fire, begging for me. She was close to coming; I could tell by how her body shook and trembled and how a slight sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. I removed my hand and replaced it with my lips, kissing her hard, muffling her cries of pleasure.
When I finally allowed Lacey to release, her entire body spasmed briefly with pleasure, and then she relaxed completely. For a moment that I never wanted to end, we laid there in the sand together, Lacey panting, her limbs trembling with sweet defeat.
“Do you want more?” I whispered, touching the side of her face with a gentle caress. Lacey could only look at me, those beautiful blue eyes reading me. I couldn’t pinpoint her expression, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to. She was hesitant about this, and for a good reason. So was I. I just—I couldn’t stop.
And apparently, neither could she.
“Let’s go back to the room,” she murmured, reaching for my hand. “It’s our last night here. We have to make it count.”